Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1403: Ride of the Black Wing Wyvern

"You mean, there’s a male Cloud Manta over in the Green Wilderness?"

"Yes."

"Can you find its nest?"

"As long as we get some time, we should be able to."

The Half-Elf Thief named Torme had a very proper attitude, answering every question. He was clearly the small leader of this group of thieves. The other two were mostly cooperative with him, until interests were involved, and then the Demi-Human Thief named Besska was obviously somewhat unwilling, seemingly not wanting to give up the Cloud Manta Egg in hand.

This fully demonstrated their strong desire for survival.

This series of behaviors was enough for Gaven to give them a high score of ninety-five.

The five points deducted were for the greed and gambling nature they showed earlier. When they saw him leading a Flying Dragon Flock to besiege an adult Cloud Manta, they shouldn’t have continued their attempt on the Cloud Manta Egg but should have turned around and fled.

Because someone who can control so many Flying Dragons definitely presents an overwhelming stance against them.

On the other hand, when faced with treasure at arm’s length, finding someone who can act judiciously and decisively give up is probably rare.

If he were in their position, Gaven didn’t think he could do better than they did. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"Very well, I think we have a deal to discuss." After evaluating the three thieves, Gaven finally revealed his true attitude.

"What kind of deal?" The Half-Elf Thief sighed deeply, regardless of the outcome, their lives were considered preserved.

"Talk while we walk." Gaven let out a whistle.

Three large Flying Dragons immediately circled down, crouching not far from them.

Compared to a few days ago, these Flying Dragons had undergone a significant transformation, both in appearance and attitude.

The controlling pressure brought by the Dragon Oak Mother Tree was one aspect, but mainly it was due to the Dragon Dog Mutual Aid from Shanoba.

This skill had a stronger effect on Flying Dragons than on Gnolls, fully compensating for the part impaired by the Dragon God’s Curse, giving them the opportunity to fully explore their true bloodline.

Just one time of Dragon Dog Mutual Aid made all the Flying Dragons grow noticeably larger, with their bodies undergoing some degree of Dragonization, most influenced by Shanoba was their wings, which all turned black.

Now, even without the suppression control of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, they couldn’t be driven away.

The earlier missed fish was proof, now it was also among the Flying Dragons.

It wasn’t found by Shanoba in the Troll Mountain Region but voluntarily joined during the Dragon Dog Mutual Aid Dragon Finding Assembly. It had been following the Flying Dragon Flock and acting with the family main force, which had become an instinct for it.

"Does the lord mean for us to ride them?" The expressions of the three thieves involuntarily changed slightly.

The bad temper of Flying Dragons was notorious throughout the Felen Continent.

Even Flying Dragon Mounts cultivated from the egg stage occasionally got a reputation for devouring their masters.

Let alone these wild Flying Dragons—when the Conqueror Army passed by Giant Dragon Bay earlier, they certainly didn’t have a Flying Dragon Air Force and must have domesticated them recently.

They feared that before they even managed to ride, they would be swallowed whole.

"Rest assured, with me here, they definitely won’t attack you." Gaven promised, "Being able to ride them is the premise for our subsequent cooperation. If not even this can be achieved..."

"I’ll give it a try first." The Half-Elf Thief was the first to walk toward the largest Black Wing Wyvern.

Although Gaven didn’t utter a single threatening word from start to finish, that feeling of being out of control lingered all along. This was evident from not accepting the Life-Sustaining Dimensional Bag from the other side.

This showed both the other’s caution and the clear intent not to let them leave and complete confidence that they couldn’t escape with the Life-Sustaining Dimensional Bag from his grasp.

Obeying his instructions honestly was the wisest choice.

The Half-Elf Thief cautiously approached the Black Wing Wyvern while keeping his eyes on the dragon’s gaze.

Though not a Druid, the Half-Elf Thief had half Green Elf bloodline flowing in his veins, naturally close to living beings, with significant knowledge of beasts and monsters in the wilderness, having turned to thievery purely for livelihood reasons.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, through which one can glimpse many things.

In comparison to the deeply unfathomable Gaven, the Half-Elf Thief suddenly found these air monsters, renowned for their ferocity, easier to understand.

In the eyes of the Black Wing Wyvern, the Half-Elf Thief read familiar emotions—angry resentment hiding deep fear and helplessness.

The Half-Elf Thief instantly understood that, like them, these Black Wing Wyverns had no choice. Everything was out of helplessness, including allowing someone to ride them.

After comprehending this, the Half-Elf Thief gained the courage to bold try a tentative touch. Seeing that the Black Wing Wyvern didn’t show signs of attacking, he directly flipped onto its neck.

This Black Wing Wyvern was apparently being ridden for the first time, very unaccustomed, and began to flap its wings unconsciously while shaking its large head, with the thick long dragon sting swinging.

The Half-Elf Thief’s heart involuntarily raced, fearing the dragon sting would come swinging back and pierce through him. In this posture, he couldn’t defend against such a back-stab attack.