As the saying goes: It is easy to go up the mountain and it is difficult to go down the mountain.

The road from the Alfari Camp to the shallow habitat is extremely dangerous, and many heroes have fallen here.

At this time, a group of people were planning to go down the mountain by the cliff.

The clouds and mist were shrouded on the top of the mountain, and a dragon cried across the valley.

In the air, a slender elf young man, with a flying dragon on his feet, galloping among the clouds, so majestic.

Look at the flying dragons on both feet: they look like eagles but not eagles, like dragons but not dragons, their sharp claws and teeth are their deadly weapons.

"Mr. Yang, please get in the car." Crent made a gesture of inviting him.

Yang Jian stepped forward and stepped on Feilong.

Crent whistled, and the flying dragon spread its wings and blew a strong wind, gradually disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

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

Below was the valley, with birds flashing by, and the brilliant morning glow seemed to be within reach.

"Relax, man," Crent patted his shoulder.

"Riding in the sky in the Namien Tu, the breeze blows across your cheeks, the feeling is indescribable."

Soon, the flying dragon with both feet turned back to the top of the mountain.

This time, Hans, Feng and Xixi went up.

Bob, the berserker on one side, widened his eyes and watched everyone go away in the dragon.

There was a sudden impulse in his heart, a passion that was about to come.

For berserkers who have lived on land and acted as the "king of hills", being able to fly in the sky is a very distant dream.

Many berserkers failed to realize this dream until they died.

Soon, the flying dragon on both feet crawled at his feet.

Bob curiously stroked the flying dragon's scales with his hands, and the flying dragon comfortably responded with a low dragon roar.

"Good!" Bob walked on Feilong's back tentatively.

Despite the feeling of being unsteady in standing, Bob adapted.

"Good guy, why don't we go!".

Bob tried to issue instructions.

The flying dragon growled a few times, crawled a few steps on the ground, and then spread its wings.

After flapping his wings a few times, a small whirlwind rolled up on the ground.

"Let me see your skills," Bob grabbed the dragon's spine with his hands.

"Huhuhu", the whirlwind on the ground is getting bigger and bigger, generating enough lift.

The flying dragon took off, one claw jumped out of the ground, followed by the other claw.

"I'm ready!" Bob called Feilong's name.

"Namientu, my friend, let's fly together!".

The two-legged flying dragon flapped its wings more and more vigorously, and flew to a higher and farther sky.

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

Bob tried to let go of his hand, and he stood up tremblingly.

With his arms wide open, he felt the breeze beside his face, as if he was stroking his cheek.

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

"We are here on the sun!" He danced the sword in his hand and shouted happily.

The flying dragon responded with a whistle.

"I touched the floating clouds!" Bob gently touched the silky clouds on both sides with his hands.

One man and one beast responded to each other, as if they were a pair of partners.

Crent on the top of the mountain raised his hand and looked at the black dots in the distance.

"The only thing that can excite the Berserkers is probably the enemy's blood and the sky."
Chapter completed!