The merchant had brought them over to the island as they asked him. But now the group of idiots now stood at the shore looking up at the cliff that faced them, each one of them trying to figure out a way to climb up…well, almost each one of them.
"Guys, come on, we tried what we could at this point. Maybe it's just a sign we should head home and report to Jack." Yves said in his usual tone he wasn't scared, no... obviously not. Why would he be scared of fighting some damn wyverns? That was no big deal at all. He was just a bit more cautious as compared to the others… or so he thought
Ever since the group had started, he had been pretty annoyed by the constant complaining and bitching of Yves…but at this point…even he was done listening to the bullshit. So while Pyotr and Amir were thinking of a plan, the duke walked up to them and explained what he was thinking. No one had expected the muscle head of the group to be the one who was coming up with ideas, but then again, the apocalypse was full of surprises.
This was perhaps one of them; Pyotr approved of the plan as it was time-saving. Amir had no issues with it either, and they simply didn't tell Yves what was going to happen…Soon Amir walked over to Yves and placed his hand on the guy's shoulder, giving him what could only be considered a very sympathetic look.
Yves himself had no idea what was going on… But he had a bad feeling about this…. "Uh, guys?"
He asked in almost a panicked tone, but no reply came… None was going to come. Duke simply walked over to Yves and picked him up… Duke had no skills, and such was the effect of his unique trait. But his trait also more than made up for the fact this man was skill-less.
His physical capabilities within his body surpassed those of any living creature could achieve…in a world full of magic, he was throwing hands… That's how he got his title… He was the one and only Duke of Throwing Hands. Well, that was before he was declared a fraud in the fight against Jack, but Jack was also a living cheat, so you can't say much about it.
Regardless, as the duke picked him up, Yves obviously started to panic… Amir walked up to him and placed his hand on the guy's waist, creating a crystal belt around his waist connected to a several-meter-high crystal chain… After this, it was all up to the duke…Duke looked up at the giant cliff one final time while holding Yves and threw him high up into the air…
The poor guy was straight up sobbing at this point…as he was sent flying higher and higher, eventually reaching a point where his body's inertia finally ended… He would have started falling any moment… He was a scaredy-cat in all honesty, and he didn't want to die.
So as fast as his brain worked, his hands moved, and skills activated as he created a light sword, stabbing it straight into the side of the cliff…He held onto it like his life depended on it…because it actually did.
Soon, using the crystal chain, Duke, Pyotr, and Amir climbed up as well. After that, Amir created a crystal platform for them to stand on, and the duke grabbed Yves, throwing him again… This process was repeated till they reached the top.
Did they have to do it? Absolutely not, there was definitely a better way to get up. Was Amir probably the better choice to be thrown? Definitely… However, Duke wanted to teach Yves a lesson himself.
Regardless of the path they took, after a few hours they all finally reached the top of the cliff…Yves was the first one to be thrown up as he landed on soft grass… Duke was the second to jump up, Pyotr and Amir climbing on the chain behind.
As they all finally laid eyes on the Wyvern Peninsula… however, something was strange. They stood in a grassland that went as far as the eyes could see… The sun was currently setting down… But except for a few rocks there, there were no wyverns in this place.
Everyone seemed confused…did they journey all the way here for absolutely nothing?That was when they heard it… a shriek so loud it would have made people pass out just from hearing it… Upon walking further, they noticed…the giant hole in the middle of the cliff…and within that hole was what they had come looking for.
A nest…a whole nest full of wyverns. However, something was strange…"It's so obvious… How come not one of us thought of this…?" Pyotr said… with slight disappointment…
"It's majestic…." The words left Amir's mouth before he knew it, looking down into the nest
"I want to go home…." Yves said, obviously already tired of it all and simply done with it…
"This is going to be fun," Duke said, cracking his knuckles. As the giant hole that was the best of the wyverns showed them. Without the mountains, there were hundreds of wyverns…
However, what they all didn't consider is that these were giant wyverns…which were as big as fully grown dragons to them... No one except Duke was excited about this, perhaps…Pyotr was the first one to speak…
"Okay, firstly we need to think of a proper plan to tame these crea-," however, he was cut off by the duke suddenly…
"Do you know how you earn respect and gain authority in a new place?" Duke asked with a smile that seemed anything but sane. Amir thought it was pretty creepy… Pyotr seemed quiet for a second… "How? ..."
No words were spoken, but the next actions performed left everyone flabbergasted. Without a second…or maybe even the first thought, the duke jumped straight inside the hole, clenching his fist as he fell. A white wyvern that seemed to be the largest one in the area was the first one to notice the maniac dive down as it roared…
Duke's smile intensified even more as he used the other wyverns' bodies as platforms to jump off of while also pushing them away with his legs, heading straight towards the biggest one… The biggest one opened its mouth, ready to shoot what seemed like a beam of blue fire; however…
The duke jumped off another wyvern, avoiding the beam and landing straight in front of the white wyvern on the ground in front of it. Then, with hot blood running through his veins and a clenched fist, he jumped up, avoiding the claws headed his way, and hit the wyvern with the most diabolical uppercut straight from the streets of Russia, as the wyvern' teeth were sent flying out. "You take out the biggest one." "