Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The afterglow of the setting sun can no longer shine into the valley. The Flying Dragon Valley is filled with shadows, and the flying dragons fly in the darkness, making noisy screams.

Mantou's movements became more and more skillful, almost forming a muscle memory. He climbed up the steep rock wall and soon found the flying dragon that was nearly exhausted.

"Ouch——"

When the flying dragon saw this difficult human being approaching again, it immediately let out a strenuous neigh, flapped its wings and prepared to leave. But its physical exertion was too great, and even taking off seemed difficult.

"Can I still ask you to run away?"

"Hey hey hey, stop struggling, just let me ride up."

A lewd smile appeared on Mantou's face, and the lasso in his hand was accurately placed around the slender neck of the flying dragon as if it were automatically tracking.

"Ouch..."

This time the bipedal flying dragon did not expend too much energy to struggle, it just let out a wail, and the steamed bun was able to tighten and retract, and rode on its back with ease.

If it weren't for the protection of its scales, this flying dragon would probably have bloody marks on its neck.

"Okay, okay."

"Another day of riding a flying dragon."

Steamed Bun patted the side of Feilong's neck, then took out the spray and sprayed it on its head.

The bipedal flying dragon slowly extended its wings and tried to glide in the air, but soon it could not hold up and crashed to the ground.

"Ouch——"

The two-legged flying dragon used up its last bit of strength, raised its head and let out a long roar, then lowered its head and stopped struggling pointlessly.

The human on its back made the half-large wyvern, which was still growing, despair. For three days, the human tried to ride on its back, and would come back no matter how many times it was thrown off.

There was even one time when this human fell to the ground from a height of 100 meters and fell into a puddle of meat. It thought it had finally escaped this torture.

But he never imagined that within half a day, the human being would return to the valley unscathed and in high spirits, lassoing it again and trying to ride on it.

This simply made him doubt Long Sheng.

"Holy crap, it worked!"

Seeing this bipedal flying dragon bowing its head, Mantou was filled with surprise and felt extremely happy. He had been trying here day and night for three days and finally succeeded.

He tried to stroke the flying dragon's head, but this time it didn't bite or even neigh, it just showed an attitude of letting you take what you wanted.

Maybe he's tired of it, maybe he's really surrendered.

Steamed Bun felt the touch of the flying dragon's scales, felt its pulse and breathing, and felt a sense of relief at the end of all the hardships.

He looked at the wyvern lying on the ground with its eyes closed from exhaustion, and said to it:

"Do I still need to give you a name..."

"Wife?"

"No, it seems a bit vulgar, and you seem to be a male."

"Big dragon? It looks a bit rough again."

"Since my name is steamed buns, let's call them 伱... noodles. Anyway, you have such a long and thin neck."

Steamed Bun happily patted Feilong on the head.

"Noodle!"

"Ouch..."

The bipedal dragon raised its head slightly and issued a feeble response. It seems that he is indeed bored, but he has also surrendered. There is no conflict between the two.

"Steamed bun, what a stupid name you gave me!"

Singo rode a wyvern and landed to the side.

He had tamed it the next day, and according to what he said, he communicated in dragon language stolen from the kobolds. Mantou was skeptical about this.

The steamed bun protested: "Noodles, what a good meaning, I don't even care what name you gave me."

Singo said proudly: "My mount is called Feilong. It's authentic. Is there any problem? Look, Xiaozhi also just calls him Pikachu, and doesn't give him a bad name like a steamed bun."

Steamed Bun yelled and cursed: "Don't give yourself a reason to name yourself useless, Xin Gou."

Singo ignored him and just said to Alger who was supervising: "Instructor Alger, we have completed the trial, can we advance?"

Steamed Bun touched Fei Long's neck and said excitedly: "Red Scale Conqueror, activate!"

"That's it."

"You guys really surprised me... unexpectedly."

Alger, who had always been taciturn, couldn't help but lament that this kind of talent could no longer be said to be rare in the world, it was simply beyond common sense.

"Eagle!"

Alger called softly.

The dragon-veined giant eagle with a wingspan of nearly ten meters cast a huge shadow, and then fell from the sky, making the two of them envious.

Alger skillfully turned over and climbed onto the dragon-veined giant eagle. The giant eagle flapped its wings and flew away without even having to give instructions.

He said without looking back:

"Follow me, I will take you to meet the master and complete the advancement ceremony."

Singo followed closely on a wyvern.

"Feilong, let's go."

The bipedal flying dragon seemed to know what was going to happen. It roared excitedly, flapped its wings and followed closely.

Singo used this to persuade the flying dragon to surrender. After becoming the Red Scale Conqueror, it could also receive the precious blood gift and gain the same powerful power as their leader.

But at this critical moment, the "noodles" of the steamed bun shriveled up, and it just weakly raised its wings to show that it was too tired to fly.

The steamed bun slapped the side of the noodle's neck, making him want to cry. He even suspected that it was deliberately retaliating:

"No, it's time for you to get up, Noodles."

"If you don't fly, they are leaving!"

"Noodles" seemed to be impatient with the shouting, and roared hoarsely.

It flapped its wings with difficulty, and with great effort it rose into the air, flying swayingly, making the steamed bun on its back feel bumpy.

And those two people were already far apart.

"Wait for me——"

"Why don't you be considerate of the newbies on the road——"

Mantou rode on the bumpy flying dragon and shouted from a distance.

Their movements also attracted the attention of many family members. Especially when they saw the humans on the back of the flying dragon, they felt as if they were seeing ghosts and felt incredible.

On the rock fortress, a hobgoblin defender patted his colleague on the shoulder and pointed to the sky.

"Look!"

"What's that?"

“Isn’t it just a flying dragon—no, there’s a human riding behind it!”

"He, they actually succeeded?"

The hobgoblin defender opened his palms to his colleagues: "I win, one hundred copper coins."

Another hobgoblin defender cursed: "Is the market open? Just ask me for money. Get out of here!"

But then, the hobgoblin defenders looked at the humans riding on the flying dragons with envy, and murmured to themselves: "These two humans are going to soar into the sky."

"Who says it's not the case? Commander Doluo sent six of his cronies to participate in the trial before, but four died and two escaped. Supervisor Trump laughed at him for a long time."

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that these manic beasts could be ridden by people."

"Yeah, I thought their brains were filled with mucus."