National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

At this time, Ren Linhe, who was being thought of by Shen Nan, was experiencing a thrilling encounter.

A tiger that looked exactly like him was holding his body tightly with its sharp teeth and flying with him at a low altitude.

This tiger has a pair of huge wings. Although its wings are flapping, its limbs and claws are almost always close to the ground, making it more like gliding than flying in the true sense.

It was as if there was an invisible force suppressing it, preventing it from truly flying and allowing it to move forward half flying and half running.

Ren Linhe was held tightly in its jaws, unable to move, and could only helplessly watch the surrounding scenery rapidly receding.

The cause of all this can be traced back to when Ren Linhe was chasing a creature and unknowingly flew into a mysterious area.

Even in the daytime, there is a thin layer of fog here, making the vision blurry.

When Ren Linhe realized something was wrong, he immediately gave up the prey, turned around and started to return.

However, when Ren Linhe flew to a certain area, he suddenly found that his wings had lost power, as if they were bound by some invisible restriction and could no longer flap.

His body sank and he fell from the air involuntarily.

Below was a swamp, a muddy bog with a choking smell.

Fortunately, Ren Linhe did not fall to death, but he was too small and the swamp seemed to have a strong suction force that made it impossible for him to climb out of the swamp.

Ren Linhe realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly exchanged for a "substitute doll", preparing for the worst.

If you really cannot climb out of the swamp, you can only give up survival and use the mechanism of refreshing the resurrection point after the death of the "stand-in doll" to escape from the swamp area.

Just as he was about to make the final decision, he suddenly saw a huge tiger flying towards him.

The tiger's shape was exactly the same as his, except that its fur was a different color and had unique patterns.

It slowly approached Ren Linhe, lowered its head, and sniffed him gently with its nose.

Then, the giant tiger opened its mouth wide, picked him up, and took him away from the swamp.

Just like that, after not knowing how long they had been "flying", they finally arrived at a relatively empty forest.

The big patterned tiger gently placed Ren Linhe in its mouth on the soft grass.

Ren Linhe stretched his stiff body slightly, and at the same time secretly looked at the big tiger with yellow patterns and the word "King" on its head.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became.

Apart from the colour and size, they are exactly the same!

"This...how could it be a newborn cub?!!!" The patterned tiger was also observing Ren Linhe at the same time. When it saw the appearance of the little tiger in front of it, its body shook in shock.

While in the swamp, the light was dim and foggy, and the tiger could only vaguely smell the scent of its own kind.

It originally thought that it had rescued a cub that was a few months old, but it turned out to be a little one that had just been born not long ago!

The tiger's tone was filled with a hint of irritability and worry. It asked in rapid succession, "Whose child are you? How did you end up in the heart of the Misty Forest? Where are your parents? How do they view children?"

Ren Linhe originally thought that this patterned tiger was just an ordinary tiger of the same kind, but what shocked him was that the tiger actually spoke!

If Shen Nan were here, as a person who often reads novels to pass the time, he would definitely think of the first thing that comes to his mind: is this misty forest the Orc continent?

Could this tiger that can speak be the orc in the novel?

However, as an old cadre who joined the army as a teenager and served in the army for nearly 10 years, Ren Linhe knew nothing about fantasy concepts such as the "Orc Continent".

Faced with this situation, he decided to remain silent and play dumb until he figured out the situation.

This double-winged white tiger, which was only half the size of an adult's palm and covered with swamp mud and whose color was almost invisible, shook its head slightly at this moment. It did not make any sound, but just quietly observed the situation in front of it, trying to judge what would happen next.

When the tiger saw this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Could it be... that his brain is broken? Is he stupid?"

It lowered its head and took a closer look at the little guy in front of it. Suddenly it came to its senses and said to itself, "I was so anxious. It's normal that it can't speak just because it was born."

The patterned tiger gently touched Ren Linhe with its nose, and its voice became much gentler: "Don't be afraid, kid, I'll take you back to the tribe now!" After that, it picked up the little one in front of it again, spread its wings, and flew up again.

Perhaps it was because it had left that area full of unknowns. This time the tiger no longer half-flyed and half-ran as before, but truly spread its wings and flew high.

It flapped its wings and flew easily over the treetops, arriving above the forest.

The strong airflow made Ren Linhe's head swing wildly at the corner of the tiger's mouth, but he quickly got used to the feeling, opened his eyes, and began to look at the forest below.

This was the first time he looked down at the misty forest from the air, and his vision instantly broadened.

Below is an endless forest with densely packed trees, like an endless green ocean.

There was a hint of mist hanging over the forest; it was the time of night when the mist was rising.

Perhaps because it was dark and foggy, Ren Linhe did not see any birds flying over the woods.

Behind them was an area shrouded in even thicker fog. The fog there was even thicker than here, as if it was hiding endless secrets.

The territory of the Winged Tiger Clan is extremely far away from the center of the Misty Forest. Even a strong adult tiger would need at least three days of flying to arrive.

So, how did the father or mother of this cub, who was obviously born not long ago, come to this dangerous place to give birth to it?

What's more, the poisonous miasma in the center of the Misty Forest is extremely deadly. In just a few days, it can cause a strong orc to fall into a period of mental disorder, turning him into a phantom beast that loses its IQ and cannot transform.

For a newborn cub, such an environment is almost fatal. So how does it survive in such a harsh environment?

Patterned Tiger didn't think much about these unreasonable things.

At the moment, he was only thinking about one thing - to return to the tribe as soon as possible with the cub he picked up!

Because, for their Winged Tiger tribe, it is extremely difficult to give birth to offspring.

Not only is it difficult for the Winged Tigers to get pregnant, the gestation period can take as long as three years, and they can only give birth to one baby at a time.

In contrast, rabbits can carry several babies at a time and give birth to a litter in half a year.

So, when the tiger saw the cub, his heart was instantly moved.

In a beast tribe where there are more males than females, he is already a middle-aged tiger, but has no mate yet.

If the cub's relatives are dead or cannot be found, then as the first person to pick up the cub, he has the priority right to raise the cub.