Morac dumbfoundedly watched as the wyvern flew up.
“What? Where is it going?”
The number four wyvern Morac had reserved was flying into the sky without anyone atop it. The wyvern beat its huge wings in the air. The wing’s surface was tense against the air flowing beneath it.
“Here! I’m the one that reserved you!” shouted Morac.
The wyverns could detect the hunters’ mana using their vision, hearing, smelling and touch. The mage that managed the wyverns had reserved the wyverns and had gone on vacation, so only the wyverns were left. The number four wyvern reacted to Morac’s voice.
“Kaaah–!” The wyvern beared its sharp canines and cried.
“What? What’s wrong with it?”
The wyvern closed its wings and began flying down. The wyvern collided straight into Morac.
“Keuheuk!”
The bump on the wyvern’s skull destroyed Morac’s armor and Morac went flying tens of meters backwards. The wyvern flew vertically back up into the air. It unfurled its wings and swung its tail, looking for Morac.
Morac got back up. “What the fuck is wrong with it?!”
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