Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Alger said to the two of them: "As long as I'm here to guard you, they won't attack you. But if you accidentally fall to your death, you will only become food for the flying dragons."

"Wish ya'll good luck."

This is the [Red Scale Conqueror] entry test set by Cassius. In the past few years, at least hundreds of family members have participated in this challenge, but none of them succeeded. They were either thrown to death or escaped from the battle.

Steamed Bun was about to cry but had no tears: "Then I really want to thank you."

The flying dragons flapped their wings wildly in mid-air, neighing, roaring, and roaring, and gradually gathered around.

In their view, as long as they kill these humans, they will have snacks to eat, which is quite easy. They are even somewhat familiar with the journey, and have already killed several hobgoblins and tieflings in their mouths.

Singo looked at the approaching flying dragon and whispered: "Steamed buns, have you made your choice?"

"What to choose?"

Steamed Bun is still a little confused.

Singo took out several bundles of nooses from his backpack, threw one bundle to Mantou, and then threw him a can of spray containing an unknown liquid.

"Of course I choose a mount."

"ah?"

Mantou was still in shock of being surrounded by flying dragons and had not come back to his senses, but he soon understood the other party's crazy behavior and was stunned by it.

Singo ignored him and continued: "I think the one on the cliff is good. It's the largest and strongest one in this area. You can't compete with me."

"Watch it, I'm only going to demonstrate it once. I've been practicing this move for a long time. I've tried it in Big Dart before."

After saying that, he threw the lasso neatly and accurately, and directly and accurately placed it around the neck of the huge flying dragon that was more than four meters long on a rock wall, and then tightened the rope with force.

"Ouch——"

The bipedal flying dragon was suddenly trapped and a little panicked.

It struggled violently, shook its neck, and neighed loudly. Then it flapped its wings wildly, trying to throw off the human who was dragging it.

But Singo held on to the rope tightly and let the hemp rope wrap around his hand several times. Then he used the power of the flying dragon's struggling and shaking to jump directly onto the back of the flying dragon.

"Ouch!"

The flying dragon was sat on its back by a human who it considered weak and humble, and immediately became furious.

Its neck twisted back and forth, its wings flapped wildly, and its huge body accelerated, stopped, rotated in the air, and even deliberately hit the rock wall with its back.

But Singo's arms tightly wrapped around its neck, refusing to let go no matter how hard it struggled.

He even took out a hand, picked up the can of spray and sprayed it on the flying dragon's head, not forgetting to teach in mid-air: "The can is female flying dragon hormone, which can calm their emotions and nerves!"

However, such a confrontation also consumes a lot of money for Singo.

After several entanglements, he finally ran out of energy and had no choice but to find an opportunity for the flying dragon to dive low, jump down, and roll several times on the ground to cushion.

Seeing this, the flying dragon let out a roar as he wanted to take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

But Singo quickly got up, drank a bottle of vitality potion, and continued to confront the flying dragon head-on, waiting for an opportunity to ride on the back of the flying dragon again.

"It's still a lot worse. I guess I'll spend the rest of the day fighting it."

Singo grinned, looking quite excited, and breathed heavily and said: "This thing is really difficult to handle, but fortunately every time you ride it, the system will display an increase in proficiency bonus."

"If we repeat this a few times, we will probably be able to max out the proficiency in riding skills."

Steamed Bun was speechless for a moment and could only sigh:

"You are such an animal."

But when Mantou thought about his dream of soaring in the sky, and then thought about his eighteen days of hard work, he was just short of the last step, so how could he hold back?

He suddenly felt cruel in his heart.

Mantou stared at the flying dragons, gritted his teeth, and threw the lasso with all his strength. He was lucky enough to hit it in one shot, and lassoed a three-meter-long bipedal flying dragon with teeth and claws.

Then the flying dragon struggled wildly and flew up.

But the steamed bun failed to get on its back. Instead, it was carried by the flying dragon and hung from below, flying all over the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die - Xin Gou, save me!"

His pitiful screams echoed throughout the valley.

Singo stared at the dumped steamed buns on the ground, and said disdainfully: "Cooking, just practice more."

He took aim with a drawn hunter's longbow.

"Whoosh——"

The arrow was shot out, and the rope of the noose was cut off with one arrow, causing the steamed bun to fall from the air and fall to the ground.

"Xin Gou, you are so helpful in saving people..."

The steamed bun with his face on the ground wanted to cry but had no tears, so he had to drink the healing potion silently.

But at this time, Singo also caught up with the previous flying dragon again and started a second contest with it.

In this way, in the Flying Dragon Valley, the two players started fierce competitions with the two-legged flying dragon. The wyvern threw them off again and again, and they rode up again and again, becoming more and more skilled and staying on their backs for longer and longer periods of time.

Until later, they could even control the direction of the flying dragon with their movements, and could maintain balance on it with just their legs without falling.

Until now, the flying dragon was impatient and flew directly to a height of 100 meters in a circle, trying to kill the human on its back.

But Singo was not panicked at all. With the help of the feather fall scroll that he had prepared long ago, he landed lightly on the ground, making the flying dragon so angry that it roared and spitted everywhere.

"Roar——"

All that could be heard was the flying dragon's somewhat weak and hoarse roar.

[Your skill experience meets the requirement]

[Your proficiency item [Riding] is increased to +3]

Singo landed lightly on the ground and said to Mantou who had just got off the dragon's back: "This wave is very comfortable. My riding proficiency item has been +3. How about you?"

Mantou supported his knees and panted: "Now it's +2. It's just that the weightlessness of this thing makes me want to vomit. I wonder if there is a vomiting mechanism here..."

Singo said disdainfully: "That's just your bad luck. How can a person who is dizzy with dragons become a knight?"

Mantou said speechlessly: "Do you think everyone is as bad as you? Call Brother Zhan Kuang over. Maybe he will really vomit all over the floor."

Alger looked at the two panting humans and saw their riding skills improve at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was a rare surprise in his golden eyes.

"These so-called 'gifted people' may really become dragon knights in a short period of time."

"It's incredible."

His years of training experience was completely broken.

You have to know that these flying dragons are far more violent monsters than giant eagles, and it is almost impossible to control them.

I am afraid that even among the three hundred people in the previous North Wind Eagle Guards who have undergone more than ten years of training, only a few elites like him can do it.

And these two humans...

Their talents even make Alger doubt his life.