As the saying goes: it's easier to go up than to down.

The road down the mountain from the Afaria camp to the shallow habitat is extremely dangerous, and I don't know how many heroes have fallen here.

At this time, on the edge of the cliff, the group was about to go down.

The top of the mountain was covered with clouds and mist, and a dragon's cry resounded through the valley.

In mid-air, a slender elf young man, with a two-legged flying dragon at his feet, galloped among the clouds, so majestic.

Look at the two-legged wyvern: like a vulture, not a vulture, like a dragon but not a dragon, and their sharp claws and teeth are their deadly weapons.

"Mr. Yang, please get in the car", Krent made a gesture of please.

Yang Jian stepped forward and stepped on the flying dragon.

Krent whistled, and the wyvern spread its wings, flapped a gust of wind, and faded into the sea of clouds.

Feeling the whirring wind in his ears, Yang Jian's heartbeat instantly accelerated.

Below him is the valley, a flock of birds flashes by, and the brilliant morning glow seems to be within reach.

"Relax, man," Krent patted him on the shoulder.

"Flying in the sky on a Nami Entu with the breeze on your cheeks, the feeling is beyond words."

Soon, the Wyvern was back to the top of the mountain.

This time it was Hans, Kaede, and Sissi who went up.

Bob, the berserker on one side, widened his eyes as he watched the crowd ride the dragon.

There was a sudden impulse in him, a passion that was ready to be unleashed.

For a berserker who has lived on land all his life and acted as the "king of the hills", it is a distant dream to be able to fly in the sky.

Many berserkers have never been able to realize this dream until they die.

Soon, the bipedal wyvern was prostrate at his feet.

Bob curiously stroked the Wyvern's scales with his hand, and the Wyvern let out a low dragon roar in comfort.

"Good boy!" Bob tentatively stepped onto the dragon's back.

Despite some unsteady feeling on his feet, Bob adapted.

"Good guys, let's go!".

Bob tried to give the command.

The wyvern roared a few times, crawled a few steps on the ground, and then spread its wings.

With a few flaps of the wings, a small whirlwind rolled up on the ground.

"Let me see what you're capable of", Bob gripped the dragon's spine tightly with his hand.

"Whoo", the whirlwind on the ground is getting bigger and bigger, creating enough lift.

The wyvern took off, leaping out of the ground with one paw, followed by the other.

"I'm ready!" , Bob calls the Wyvern's name.

"Nami Entu, my friend, let's fly together!".

The bipedal wyvern flapped its wings harder and harder, and flew higher and farther into the sky.

The scenery in front of me is getting smaller and smaller, and the scenery is like an ant.

Bob tried to let go of his hand, and he staggered to his feet.

With his arms outstretched, he felt the breeze on his face, as if caressing his cheeks.

He raised the lightsaber in his hand and faced the rising sun in the distance.

"The sun is coming!" , he waved the sword in his hand and shouted happily.

The wyvern roared in response.

"I touched the clouds!" Bob gently touched the silky clouds on either side with both hands.

One man and one beast should be in harmony with each other, as if they were a pair.

Krent, on the top of the mountain, raised his hand to look at the black dot in the distance.

"The only thing that can excite a berserker is probably the blood of the enemy and the sky."