Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
But knowing the identity of this source beast, this fellow wasn’t something a low-level source beast like the Scavenger Fly could compare to.
At the same time, looking at this Scavenger Fly-like source beast before him, he knew that all the source beasts he had encountered before definitely couldn’t be compared to it.
“I really didn’t expect it to be a wild Wyvern…” Lugh was still in disbelief as he muttered in a low voice.
It turned out to be an extremely rare source beast of the dragon race. One had to know that the dragon race’s source beast was known as a source beast with a body full of treasures. The dragon race’s source beasts generally possessed incomparably tyrannical combat strength, and being powerful was synonymous with the dragon race. Even though it was only a low-level mixed-blood dragon, it was still a very powerful high-quality source beast.
These weren’t the key points. Lugh knew that if he could encounter a wild Wyvern in the wild, it would be no different from winning a special prize with a one-in-ten-thousand chance of winning.
Due to the special characteristics of the Wyvern race, its reproduction speed was considered the fastest among the dragon race. In addition to the fact that it wasn’t too difficult to obtain and that it possessed powerful combat abilities, it had become the source beast that Beast Masters were most fond of.
However, due to the excessive human-made capture, as well as the nobles’ special control and monopoly, Wyverns in the wild were already extremely rare.
At this moment, relevant information about the Wyvern appeared in Lugh’s mind.
[Name: Wyvern]
[Race: Dragon Mixed-Blood]
[Level: Gold High-Tier]
[Innate Ability: Insect Race Self-Healing (Intermediate), Rapid Digestion (Advanced), Dragon’s Body (Low)]
According to the feedback from the system, the source beast in front of him wasn’t particularly strong in the Ten Thousand Beast Forest. However, from its quality and future development potential, the growth rate of this familiar in the entire Ten Thousand Beast Forest could be considered very outstanding.
This information was like the difference between heaven and earth compared to the Scavenger Flies. Just by looking at the Black Iron rank of the race, one could already know the potential contained within this source beast, let alone a dragon race source beast.
The Scavenger Fly was a Silver-rank commoner-level source beast, while the Wyvern was a Gold-rank general-level source beast. The difference in the race quality between the two was a huge gap of two levels.
Lugh knew that this source beast was the first source beast that he admired the most. If he successfully formed a contract with it, with the amount of knowledge in his mind in the remaining two days, he would definitely be able to quickly train it into a reliable fighting force.
The Wyvern was the lowest level of mixed-blood dragon species. Due to its appearance being very similar to the Scavenger Fly, it was easy to be mistaken.
Only those who truly understood it would understand that it was actually very easy to distinguish the Wyvern from the Scavenger Fly. The difference between the two was that the Wyvern’s six limbs were more robust, and it had sharp mouth teeth, which was very different from the licking mouthparts of the original flies, moreover, Wyverns did not have three metamorphosis stages of Scavenger Flies.
Metamorphosis stages were special growth stages that some special source beasts would experience, such as the three stages of metamorphosis of the Scavenger Fly’s larva-pupa-adult.
The last difference might not be easy to discern, but the difference between the explosive body muscles and the carnivorous sharp teeth of the Wyvern could be seen at a glance.
Lugh suppressed the abnormal excitement in his heart, and his eyes became calm again. He knew that the calmer the situation was, the better he had to carry out the capture plan in his best condition.
There was no room for error!
Lugh slowly pulled out the short dagger at his waist. The dagger reflected a bright yellow light under the setting sun.
Lugh did not make a single sound. Even his breathing was intentionally lowered. He slowly moved his fingers that were holding the short dagger, quietly waiting for the Wyvern to gradually approach his capture range.
The Wyvern did not realize that someone was waiting for it to walk into the trap. It slowly flew in Lugh’s direction.
The Wyvern’s bloody mouth, which had countless sharp teeth, was letting out an unknown low growl. At this moment, green liquid dripped from the Wyvern’s body onto the ground. The ground along the way was dyed green by the liquid.
“It’s injured?” Lugh raised his sword-like eyebrows and revealed a puzzled expression.
Actually, when the Wyvern approached, he realized that the Wyvern’s body was covered in wounds. Blood was continuously splattering on the ground.
Half of the Wyvern’s left wing was also broken, and its body was covered with wounds that looked like they had been cut by a sharp blade. One of its six strong limbs was drooping weakly, obviously from the intense battle.
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