Chapter 88: Chapter 19 Red Scale Path (Part 2)
Alger said to the two of them, “With me guarding here, they won’t actively attack you, but if you accidentally fall to your death, then you’ll just become food for the wyverns.”
“Good luck.”
This was the entry trial for the [Red Scale Conqueror] set by Cassius. Over the years, at least a hundred retainers had participated in this challenge, yet none succeeded. They either fell to their deaths or fled in panic.
Mantou was on the verge of tears. “Well, I really must thank you.”
The wyverns flapped their wings wildly in mid-air, screeching, roaring, and growling, gradually closing in.
To them, as long as they knocked these humans to their deaths, they would have some snacks. This was quite easy for them. They were even somewhat familiar with this already, having devoured several Great Goblins and Tieflings before.
Singo looked at the approaching wyverns and said in a low voice, “Mantou, have you chosen yet?”
“Chosen what?”
Mantou was still in a daze.
Singo pulled a few bundles of lassos from his backpack, throwing one to Mantou, along with a spray can filled with some unknown liquid.
“Of course, your mount!”
“Huh?”
Mantou was still shocked by the wyverns surrounding them, but he quickly understood the crazy move and was stunned by it.
Singo ignored him and continued, “I think that one on the cliff looks good. It’s the largest and strongest one in this area, so don’t you dare steal it from me.”
“Watch closely. I’ll demonstrate only once. I’ve trained this move for a long time, previously tested it in the Great Escort.”
With that, he swiftly threw the lasso, accurately looping it around the neck of a four-meter-long, large wyvern on the cliff, then tightened the rope.
“Grrr-ooar!”
The bipedal wyvern was suddenly ensnared, momentarily panicked.
It struggled violently, swinging its neck and letting out a series of screeches. It then frantically flapped its wings, attempting to throw the human off.
But Singo held the rope tightly, winding the hemp rope around his hand several times. Then, using the wyvern’s struggle and movements, he leapt onto the back of the bipedal wyvern.
“Roar!”
The wyvern went into a frenzy when the human, whom it viewed as weak and insignificant, sat on its back.
Its neck twisted back and forth, wings wildly flapping, its large body accelerating, stopping abruptly, spinning, and even crashing its back into the cliff intentionally.
But Singo’s arms held on tightly around its neck, refusing to let go no matter how it struggled.
He even managed to free one hand to take the spray can and sprayed it on the wyvern’s head, not forgetting to educate in mid-air: “This can contains female wyvern hormones; it can calm their emotions and nerves!”
However, contending with the wyvern drained Singo significantly.
After several clashes, he eventually ran out of strength. He had to find an opportunity during the wyvern’s low flight and dive, leap off, and roll several times on the ground to cushion the fall.
The wyvern saw this and tried to seize the chance to attack, letting out a roar.
But Singo quickly got up, drank a Vitality Potion, and continued to confront the wyvern head-on, looking for another chance to climb back onto its back.
“Still not there yet. I guess we’ll be stuck here all day.”
Singo grinned excitedly, breathing heavily as he said, “This thing is really tough, but fortunately, every time I get back on, the system shows my proficiencies increasing.”
“If we repeat this a few more times, we might max out our Riding Skill proficiencies.”
Mantou was speechless, only able to exclaim:
“You really are a beast.”
But then Mantou thought about his dream of soaring in the sky, remembering his eighteen days of hard work. He was just one step away from the goal. How could he retreat now?
He gritted his teeth with determination.
Looking at the wyverns, Mantou threw his lasso with all his might. By a stroke of luck, he hit the mark on the first try, snaring a three-meter-long, aggressive bipedal wyvern.
The wyvern struggled wildly and took off into the air.
However, Mantou didn’t manage to mount its back and was instead dragged along, flailing in the air.
“Ahhhh—”
“I’m going to die, I’m going to die—Singo, help me!”
His desperate cries echoed through the valley.
Singo watched Mantou being flung around, dizzy and disoriented, and mocked, “Pathetic, you need more practice.”
He drew his Hunter’s Longbow and took aim.
“Whiz—”
An arrow flew out, severing the lasso rope, causing Mantou to plummet to the ground and crash face down.
“Singo, is this how you save people?”
With his face in the dirt, Mantou teared up, drinking a Healing Potion silently.
Meanwhile, Singo caught up to the wyvern he had been fighting earlier and engaged in a second round of struggle.
Thus, in the Wyvern Valley, the two players engaged in vigorous skirmishes with the bipedal wyverns. The wyverns repeatedly threw them off, but they climbed back on time and again, growing increasingly skilled and staying on the wyverns’ backs for longer periods.
Eventually, they could even control the wyverns’ direction with their movements and maintain balance with just their legs, avoiding falling off.
By now, the wyvern had become impatient, flying a hundred meters high and circling, trying to throw off the human on its back to their death.
But Singo stayed composed, using the Featherfall Technique scroll he had prepared, gently descending to the ground, much to the wyvern’s sputtering frustration.
“Roar—”
The wyvern let out a hoarse, helpless roar.
[Your skill experience has reached the requirement]
[Your proficiency in the project [Riding Skill] has increased to +3]
Singo landed lightly and said to Mantou, who had just dismounted from the wyvern, “This round felt great. My Riding Skill proficiency is now +3. How about you?”
Mantou, supporting himself with his knees, panted heavily, “Now +2. The weightlessness is making me want to puke. I wonder if there’s a vomiting mechanic here…”
Singo snorted, “That’s just because you’re lousy. How can someone who gets dragon-sick become a knight?”
Mantou retorted, “Do you think everyone is a beast like you? If you call War Maniac Bro here, he might actually puke everywhere.”
Alger watched as the two breathless humans improved their riding skills visibly. His golden eyes showed a rare trace of astonishment.
“These so-called ‘Talented Ones’ might really become Wyvern Knights in a short time.”
“Truly… unbelievable.”
His years of training experience were utterly shattered.
These wyverns were much more volatile monsters than the giant eagles. Controlling them was as challenging as climbing the sky.
Probably, even among the 300 people in the previous Northwind Eagle Guard who had undergone ten years of training, only a few elites like him could achieve this.
And these two humans…
Their talent even made Alger question life a little.