Chapter 90: The Red Scale Road (Part )
The afterglow of the setting sun could no longer shine into the valley. The Flying Dragon Valley was filled with shadows, and the flying dragons were flying in the darkness, making noisy roars.

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

"Ow—"

When the dragon saw this troublesome human coming again, it let out a strenuous neigh and flapped its wings to leave. However, it had consumed so much energy that it even had difficulty taking off.

"Can I still let you run away?"

"Hey, hey, stop struggling and let me ride on you."

An obscene smile appeared on Mantou's face, and the lasso in his hand was accurately placed on the slender neck of the two-legged dragon as if it was automatically tracking.

"Ow..."

This time the wyvern didn't waste too much energy struggling, it just let out a wail, and Mantou was able to pull it tight and ride on its back with ease.

If it weren't for the protection of its scales, the dragon's neck would have been covered with blood marks.

"Good good."

"Another day of riding a flying dragon."

Mantou patted the side of the dragon's neck, then took out the spray and sprayed it on its head.

The wyvern slowly spread its wings and tried to glide in the air, but soon it could no longer hold on and landed on the ground with a bang.

"Ow—"

The pterosaur used up its last bit of strength, raised its head and let out a long roar, then lowered its head and stopped struggling in vain.

The human on its back made the half-grown wyvern, which was still in its growth stage, feel desperate. For three whole days, the human tried to ride on its back and would try again no matter how many times he was thrown off.

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

But unexpectedly, within half a day, the human returned to the valley unharmed and in high spirits, lassoed it again, and tried to ride on it.

This made it doubt its dragon life.

"Damn it, it worked!"

Seeing the two-legged flying dragon bowing its head, Mantou's face was filled with surprise and he felt extremely happy. He had been trying here day and night for three days and finally succeeded.

He tried to stroke the dragon's head, but this time it didn't bite him or even roar. It just stood there, ready to be picked.

Maybe he was fed up, or maybe he really surrendered.

Mantou felt the touch of the flying dragon's scales, its pulse and breathing, and felt a sense of satisfaction after all the hardships.

He looked at the wyvern that was so tired that it closed its eyes and lay on the ground, and said to it:

"Should I give you a name?"

"Wife?"

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

"Big dragon? That seems a bit rough again."

"Since my name is Mantou, I'll call you... Noodles. Anyway, your neck is so thin and long."

Mantou patted Feilong's head happily.

"Noodle!"

"Ow..."

The wyvern raised its head slightly and uttered a weak response. It looked like it was indeed annoyed, but it also surrendered. The two were not contradictory.

"Mantou, what a crappy name you came up with!"

Singo landed on the side on his wyvern.

He had tamed it the next day. According to him, he communicated with it using the dragon language he had stolen from the kobolds. Mantou was skeptical about this.

Mantou protested: "Noodles, what a good meaning, but you gave it a weird name."

Singo said proudly: "My mount is named Feilong, it's original, what's the problem? Look, isn't Xiaozhi named Pikachu directly, instead of some crappy name like Mantou Baozi?" Mantou yelled: "Don't make excuses for your bad naming, Singo."

Singo ignored him and said to Alger who was supervising at the side: "Instructor Alger, we have completed the trial. Can we advance now?"

Mantou touched Feilong's neck and said excitedly: "Red Scale Conqueror, start!"

"Okay."

"You really surprised me..."

Alger, who was usually taciturn, couldn't help but sigh. This kind of talent was not only rare in the world, but also beyond common sense.

"Igor!"

Alger called softly.

The giant dragon-vein eagle with a wingspan of nearly ten meters cast a huge shadow and then descended from the sky, causing the two men to be envious.

Alger skillfully flipped over and mounted the Dragon Vein Eagle. Without even being told, the eagle flapped its wings and flew away.

Without turning his head, he said:

"Come with me, I will take you to see the master and complete the advancement ceremony."

Singo followed closely behind on his wyvern.

"Feilong, let's go."

The wyvern seemed to know what was going to happen. It raised its head excitedly, let out a long roar, and flapped its wings to follow closely.

Singo used this to persuade the flying dragons to surrender. After becoming a Red Scale Conqueror, it can also obtain the precious gift of blood and gain the same powerful strength as their leader.

But at this critical moment, the "noodles" of Mantou wilted, and it just lifted its wings weakly to show that it was too tired to fly.

The steamed bun slapped the side of the noodle's neck, looking like it wanted to cry but couldn't, and even suspected that it was deliberately taking revenge:
"No, Noodles, you should get up."

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

"Noodles" seemed to be impatient with being called and let out a low, hoarse roar.

It flapped its wings vigorously and took great effort to rise into the air. It flew unsteadily, causing the bun on its back to feel bumpy.

The two men were already quite far apart.

"Wait for me—"

"Why don't you show some consideration for the newbies on the road—"

Mantou rode on the bumpy flying dragon and shouted from afar.

Their movements also attracted the attention of many of the family members. Especially when they saw the humans on the back of the flying dragon, they felt as if they had seen a ghost and were incredulous.

Atop the Stone Fortress, a hobgoblin defender patted his colleague on the shoulder and pointed to the sky.

"Look!"

"what is that?"

"It's just a flying dragon - no, there's a human riding on its back!"

"He, they actually succeeded?"

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

Another hobgoblin defender cursed, "Is the market open? You're asking me for money, get out of here!"

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

"Who said it wasn't true? Commander Doro sent six of his trusted men to participate in the trial, but four died and two escaped. Supervisor Rumple laughed at them for a long time."

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

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

(End of this chapter)