Shock! The Spell Is In English!

The hanging tree connected to the vine fell from the side and accurately hit Hundred-Eyed Rock's arm. The Hundred-Eyed Rock's body was tilted by the hanging tree, and it happened to fall into the pit pit trap by the side.

The Hundred-Eyed Rock fell into the trap designed by Lugh.

However, Lugh was not surprised by this. He had an expression that he had expected.

"That was really close. If I had made even the slightest mistake in my calculations, I would have been the one to die. Fortunately, I succeeded."

At this moment, Lugh's gaze was somewhat absent-minded as he thought of this.

Some cold sweat slowly flowed down from the back of Lugh's neck. When the Hundred-Eyed Rock was only ten meters away from him, Lugh could clearly feel the atmosphere created by the collision. For Lugh, who had been away for many years... This was something that happened frequently.

As the Hundred-Eyed Rock fell into the pit, the battle ended.

After the Hundred-Eyed Rock fell into the pit, it was like a paper tiger with its fangs removed.

Lugh turned his gaze to the Wyvern. The Wyvern walked directly to the pit and attacked the Hundred-Eyed Rock. There was no need for Lugh to say anything. The Wyvern naturally understood the principle of beating a drowning dog.

The Hundred-Eyed Rock struggled in the narrow and deep pit with all its might, letting out an angry cry. But in the end, it was still killed by the Wyvern.

No matter how strong one's defense was, the immobile Hundred-Eyed Rock was still just a living target.

After seeing the Hundred-Eyed Rock die, Lugh didn't let down his guard. His hand was still tightly gripping the dagger.

Although Lugh had saved the Wyvern, it was hard to guarantee that the other party wouldn't repay kindness with enmity. After all, most source beasts maintained this malice towards humans, not to mention that this was the source beast of the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest.

"There's still one more hanging tree in the hanging tree trap. However, this little fellow's IQ isn't low, so it might have been prepared for it." Lugh kept quiet as he supported the Wyvern and continued to destroy the corpse of the Hundred-Eyed Rock. His brain was working quickly.

"Furthermore, the hanging tree trap might not be effective, but..." Lugh intentionally carelessly glanced at the short dagger on the back of his right hand.

Lugh had already poured the jute fruit juice on this short dagger, which had a certain numbing effect. This would be Lugh's protective measure.

Finally, after the Wyvern was certain that the Hundred-Eyed Rock was dead, it turned its body towards Lugh.

Although the Wyvern was only 1.5 meters tall, its body was very huge. It was as strong as an adult wild boar. At such a close distance, Lugh felt an invisible pressure.

"Roar!" The Wyvern opened its bloody mouth. Its saliva was thick and its mouth was accompanied by a bloody smell. It was only a finger's distance from Iain.

Lugh's hair stood on end. He almost wanted to stab the Wyvern with the dagger in his hand. However, this thought was forcefully suppressed by him.

If Lugh really stabbed the Wyvern, then there was really no room for maneuver.

Lugh was betting that the Wyvern would not kill him. After all, the entire dragon race was extremely proud...

If it owed a favor, it would definitely repay it. So would hatred.

Moreover, Lugh still had the Void Spirit, which was a powerful life-saving method, so he did not have much fear.

The knowledge he had learned over the years told Lugh that the dragon race was a race that kept their promises. They were like a proud warrior, with clear distinctions between gratitude and hatred.

Of course, these were all things he had read from books.

"Make a contract with me, little guy. become my partner. I can make you stronger." Lugh's sharp eyes stared at the Wyvern without dodging as he sent out a sincere contract invitation.

This kind of direct request to make a contract with the Wyvern was more effective than forcefully taming the source beast. If it was successfully tamed peacefully, it would be done once and for all.

The dragon race's source beasts had extremely strong self-esteem. If it was forced to make a contract with him, the other party would definitely be unwilling and would be a big trouble in the future.

The Wyvern was still young, and it was not as wary of humans as other source beasts. This allowed Lugh to see hope for peaceful taming.

Although the Wyvern would not kill Lugh, who had saved its life, it did not mean that the Wyvern would trust the other party unconditionally just because the other party had saved its life once.

The Wyvern growled at Lugh, then turned around and prepared to leave.

These actions indicated its intention. The Wyvern had rejected Lugh's contract request not because it looked down on the other party, but because it couldn't completely trust the other party.

Actually, Lugh didn't have much hope for him to directly express his contract invitation to the Wyvern. He just wanted to give it a try. However, when the other party really rejected him, Lugh was still a little worried about gains and losses.

Looking at the Wyvern's back as it prepared to leave, Lugh revealed a disappointed expression. He gently sighed.

However, Lugh's expression quickly changed. A fierce gaze appeared in his eyes. He slowly extended his right hand, which was placed at the back of his waist, and a cold glint of a short dagger appeared in his sleeves.

Since the peaceful method had failed, he could only use force.

No matter what, Lugh would give up this opportunity in front of him, because he could not wait any longer.

If it was during an ordinary period, then it would be fine. But if it was a critical period of his future survival, then Lugh had no choice but to choose some extraordinary methods.

Just as Lugh was preparing to sneak attack the Wyvern from behind, the Wyvern's body suddenly trembled.

It fell to the ground with a bang.

Lugh was stunned when he saw this. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the Wyvern's face was already covered in blood.

The Wyvern's six limbs struggled weakly, and it let out a weak wail.

This was the best opportunity for Lugh. If he forcefully formed a contract at this time, the Wyvern would be powerless to resist.

However, Lugh watched as the Wyvern continuously let out a weak wail.

When the Wyvern struggled like a helpless and injured child, Lugh's eyes flickered with a hint of struggle.

Lugh's gaze softened, and he slowly put down the hand that had picked up the dagger. He sighed bitterly and decided to give up on the good opportunity to form a contract. He planned to first help this little fellow heal his injuries and stop the bleeding.

This decision was not just because of Lugh's unjustified sympathy. Instead, it made Lugh recall his past.

Lugh was an orphan who had been raised by his adoptive mother. Although his adoptive mother loved him very much, it still could not make up for the regret in her heart.

When the orphan saw the Wyvern, who had also lost a loved one, fall to the ground injured, Lugh could no longer have any thoughts of taking advantage of the situation.

After Lugh shook his head and smiled, he walked into the Wyvern to check on his injuries.

Noticing Lugh's approach, the vigilant Wyvern let out a low growl as a warning. Its body was very weak now, and it was also the time when it was the most suspicious. The Wyvern could only be wary and terrified of Lugh's approach.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to save you," Lugh said as he walked up to the Wyvern.

Lugh's explanation did not make him let down his guard. When Lugh was only a few steps away from him, the Wyvern quickly stretched out its hind legs and placed them on Lugh's neck.

Its sharp claws directly cut through the skin on Lugh's neck, leaving a shallow wound.

If it took one more step, Lugh's throat would be sealed with blood.

The antennae on the Wyvern's head spun non-stop. Its bloody mouth opened slightly, revealing countless sharp teeth. Its warning was very obvious.

"You can choose not to believe me. As long as you don't do anything, the smell of blood will attract the other contestants. At that time, your life will be in danger. Whether you trust me or not, you can make your own decision, little one."

Lugh did not panic just because the Wyvern's hook claws were on his neck. He just looked at the Wyvern calmly.

Lugh knew that the Wyvern understood what he was saying. After saying that, Lugh did not move. He just waited quietly for the Wyvern to make its decision.

The Wyvern's compound eyes turned and the antennae on its head did not move. It was obvious that the Wyvern was thinking about something.

In less than a moment, the Wyvern let go of the hook on Lugh's neck and chose to believe Lugh.

It was not because the Wyvern believed that Lugh was sincere and chose to trust him, but because it did not have a choice.

Just as Lugh said, if it was left alone, with the Wyvern's current condition, it would really be difficult for it to survive. Lugh was not wrong about this. The Wyvern was also very clear about this point.

Although Lugh was not a source veterinarian who lived anywhere, Lugh, who had learned alchemy skills over the years, still knew some methods to stop bleeding.

Alchemy was a profession derived from the world of Fierce Beasts. Humans couldn't live without their pets, so it naturally gave rise to a profession that was closely related to pets.

Alchemy was only one of them, and it was also one of the most common professions.

The profession responsible for catalyzing, refining, and mixing wild herbs was alchemy.

Lugh didn't say anything more. After seeing the Wyvern drop its threatening claws, he leaned down to check its injuries.