Chapter 636 Fighting for the title of Wyvern King (1)
After the old wyvern gave a roar, the other wyverns all turned in that old wyvern's direction.
This was clearly a wyvern that was much older than the rest based on its small stature.
Wyverns shrank after reaching a certain age just like humans did.
And not only that, it was clear that this was an elderly wyvern based on the way that it was slouching.
It didn't seem like this old wyvern would last much longer.
However, because it was an old wyvern, it was clear that this old wyvern held some kind of position among the wyverns.
After all, most wyverns would never live long enough to reach this age in the first place.
They were either killed by humans or they were killed by each other.
For a wyvern to live to this age, it either had to have a certain amount of power or it would need to have a special position among the wyverns. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
The latter was what this old wyvern had.
It even seemed to have some kind of stick in its hand that seemed to show that it was of a special position.
This wyvern was actually a shaman of the wyverns which was a strange thing if one thought about wyverns as a whole. But I wasn't that surprised by it because I knew why it was placed here.
This was another thing that had been passed down from when this world was still a game.
Simply put, wyverns weren't supposed to have a thing like shamans in the first place since they didn't have anything like religion. The only reason why this shaman even existed was to guide the wyverns on becoming the Wyvern King.
So it was something that was only added because of the event that humans had designed for the wyverns.
In a sense, this wyvern shaman was something that was out of place.
But since this was a sacred ceremony for the wyverns, it wasn't something that could be participated in that easily. If a human or other race rider wanted to participate in the race for the Wyvern King, they would have to lay down their lives.
That meant that if they lost, they would have to give up their lives to the new Wyvern King.
In short, this meant that they would have to let the Wyvern King eat them once their wyvern lost.
In the game, this had been a simple game over...but now that the game had become real life...
It would mean actual death.
But I wasn't worried about this since I had already prepared everything.
Seeing that I was aware of the consequences, the wyvern shaman didn't ask anything else and said, "Then go up with your wyvern. The first round is about to begin."
I gave another nod before patting my wyvern on the back.
This time, my wyvern opened its wings and flew up into the sky with the other wyverns.
Following behind us was the pack that we had tamed.
But that pack didn't follow us all the way up into the sky.
After reaching a certain altitude, they suddenly stopped like the other wyverns did.
There were only a few wyverns that went past this altitude and just flew there in the sky above the rest.
These were the wyverns that were participating in the race for the Wyvern King.
These were the leaders of the various packs that would be competing with my wyvern for the title.
When they saw us come up with them, it was clear that there were looks of disdain in their eyes as they looked at me on the back of my wyvern.
