453 Young Wyvern (1/2)

The gamers of Eternal Kingdom were discussing how to proceed with Polio's Strange Encounter Mission, while the gamers of Victoria City were concerned about Dragonborn's Strange Encounter Mission.

Twelve hours after being taken away by the Wyvern, Dragonborn appeared on the discussion forum and created a post.

[I am Dragonborn. I am very nervous.]

”I am Dragonborn. I am very nervous.

I didn't wish to create a live post, but my friends requested it. They felt I should help advertise our Guild. So, I wrote this post.

I am the Guild Chairman of For that night with Sherlock.

Gamers who need help can approach our Guild Stronghold, which has a sign on the door.

Everyone must be curious to know what happened to me. It was nothing much.

I traveled with the Wyvern for two hours before it rested on a cliff. It didn't discover my presence, so I took off my Pauldron silently and leaped onto the cliff.

This cliff looked like the Wyvern's nest. I saw four eggs in its nest.

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This is the picture of the nest. I'm as tall as the eggs.

Lying in the nest, I noticed the special wood that the Wyvern likes.

(Picture)

The wood is stacked like this.

This must be his stored food for his young Wyverns that are to be hatched. This must be the reason why the Wyvern is searching and accumulating food. That's what I'm guessing.

I'm wandering on the cliff and checking out the environment. The large Wyvern only rested for a while before flying off. It hasn't returned.

I'm not sure what I should do next. I can't kill myself and return to the Revival Point. I can only stay close to the nest to see if there is any Plot development. If there is, I'll inform everyone.”

That was all for the post. It was simple.

Dragonborn didn't respond to the replies of the gamers because he was back in the game, checking for new developments of the Strange Encounter.

He had already waited for tens of hours. He shouldn't waste time on the discussion forum and miss the important Plot.

Dragonborn was correct. When he returned to the game, he noticed a large figure above his head. The Wyvern descended from the sky and landed next to the nest.

Dragonborn hid in a concave rock, so the Wyvern didn't discover him.

The Wyvern walked around the nest before checking the eggs. It nudged the eggs with its head as though it was encouraging them to hatch.

The Wyvern appeared nervous, and it nudged the eggs for half an hour.

Suddenly, one of the eggs shook, and cracks appeared on the eggshell. Dragonborn opened his eyes widely. The Wyvern was even more excited. Its mouth touched the eggshell as though it wanted to peel the shell off.

A young Wyvern was hatching.

Dragonborn didn't expect to witness the hatching of a young Wyvern. He was thinking of how he could steal the eggs.

Then he heard strange sounds from the sky.

Dragonborn lifted his head and saw a dense black mass flying over. He was curious, and the mass flew above his head.

It was a large group of crows.

If he didn't witness it, it would be hard to believe that a large group of crows flew towards the Wyvern.

The crows flew towards the surprised Wyvern, which breathed fire at them.

Most of the crows dodged to the side. Only a few crows were burnt.

The crows weren't frightened off by the Wyvern. After dodging, they adjusted their direction and approached the Wyvern.

They used their claws and sharp beaks to attack the Wyvern.

The crows attacked the vulnerable parts of the Wyvern, like its nostrils and eyes.

The parts of the Wyvern that were without scales were attacked by the crows. Even if it was a Wyvern, it couldn't endure the pain.

The Wyvern bellowed and flapped its wings.

The crows weren't afraid of the Wyvern, attacking its eyes and other vulnerable parts.

The Wyvern couldn't bear it as it breathed fire, but the flames didn't hit any target. The Wyvern flapped its wings, and its body lifted as the Wyvern left the nest.

Dragonborn witnessed the Wyvern and crows leaving. He hesitated as to whether he should grab the opportunity to escape with the hatched Wyvern.

The cliff was too high, and the egg was too large. Dragonborn felt that he had no means to take away the egg.

Dragonborn suddenly recalled that a hatched creature would recognize the first creature it saw as its mother. If he were to dash out now and let the young Wyvern notice him, would it treat him as its mother and follow him? Dragonborn felt that it was highly probable. Perhaps the game was designed this way.

He decided to try it out. What if it was successful?

Dragonborn observed that the crows and the large Wyvern were receding into the distance. He didn't know when they would return, so he decided not to delay and miss the chance. He quickly dashed towards the rocking egg.

The eggshell was full of cracks, and it emitted knocking sounds. The young Wyvern was about to break its shell.

Dragonborn was thinking of using his weapon to help the young Wyvern when the eggshell was abruptly broken. Before Dragonborn, a turkey-like Wyvern popped its head out of the shell. It didn't have any scales, and it was bald.

The large turkey looked at Dragonborn and blinked its bulb-sized eyes, then shouted to Dragonborn, ”Chirp! Chirp!”

The large turkey shouted at Dragonborn again.

Though the young Wyvern sounded like it was scolding him, its expression was warm.

Dragonborn wasn't angry, because he knew that his plan was working well. The bald Wyvern was rubbing him intimately, acting as though they were family.

”It's successful. I've succeeded!”

Dragonborn was unable to suppress his joy. But how was he going to escape?

The cliff was so high that the bottom couldn't be seen, and the sides were steep. It was dangerous for him to scale the cliff and suicidal for him to bring the young Wyvern along.