Good pregnancy in the world of beasts: the little female gave birth to a tribe!

Hope's physical and mental strength have been pushed to the limit, and now he is only relying on willpower to hold on.

His vision blurred, and Hope bit his tongue, his mouth filled with the taste of blood. He concentrated again, his hands were covered in blood, and every step he took up left a few bloodstains on the cliff.

In the end, Hope's mind was blank and he could only hear his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat.

"Snapped!"

A bloody hand trembled as it climbed to the top of the cliff. Hope roared, pulled up with the strength of one arm, jumped, and landed steadily on the top of the mountain.

"Huh...huh..."

He was panting heavily and trying to calm his breathing. Not long after, he heard a somewhat jumpy voice: "Hey? Brother! After so many years, someone is climbing the Jedi cliff again. It seems that he has a request from my Golden Winged Roc clan."

The other voice was much calmer: "Third brother, don't be rude."

In Hope's still blurry vision, two tall figures gradually approached.

The young man in the lead stood tall and straight, with an imposing bearing. His face was cool and handsome, with sharp brows and bright eyes. His eyes were a rare, deep crimson, as if they could see into the hearts of all things.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, and he carried an air of dignity that was untouchable. Standing there, he was like a pine tree or a bamboo, his demeanor unhurried and composed, drawing the gaze of the audience to him.

Behind him, a boy who looked a few years younger followed him. The boy looked 70% similar to his brother, but there was a completely different light in his eyes.

His eyes were bright and lively, like a noble roc catching a glimpse of something new, revealing the lively spirit of youth. His golden hair stood out in a flamboyant, dynamic manner. Although his figure was equally upright, his movements were as light as a cheetah, and he felt that he could burst out with astonishing power at any time.

The leading young man said straight to the point: "I am the young patriarch of the Golden Winged Roc tribe, Bai Jiuxiao."

The young man behind him said: "My name is Bai Qiankun."

The two brothers were calm and composed, obviously very powerful. Hope nodded and said, "Excuse me, both of you. I am Hope, the young patriarch of the Lion Clan."

"The Lion Tribe? I've heard of them; they're quite prestigious among the grassland tribes." Bai Qiankun said with a smile, "What brings you to my Golden Winged Roc Tribe?"

Bai Jiuxiao stopped him and said in a gentle voice: "Third brother, Clan Leader Huo has worked hard on the journey, so let's invite him into the clan to rest for a while."

Hope was indeed thirsty, and this was not the place to talk, so he nodded and silently followed the two into the territory of the Golden-winged Roc tribe.

The deeper you get into the Golden-Winged Roc tribe, the more you can feel the uniqueness of this tribe.

As rumored, they live on the top of cliffs. All the caves are made of rock and are windy on all sides. That is to say, all the members of the Golden-winged Dapeng tribe have to bathe in the strong wind day and night since birth, and use the power of nature to temper their bodies. It is said that the members of the Golden-winged Dapeng tribe have another chance to be promoted after they reach adulthood. They are forged by such hard training.

That’s why there are so many strong people in the clan. There are even three red-level warriors in this generation of Golden-winged Roc.

Hope clearly felt the pressure from the Red Rank. The two young males in front of him were actually two of the three Red Ranks.

Hope followed the two into the chief's cave. This place was much better than where other tribesmen lived. Most of the ubiquitous gale was isolated. It was said that this place was used by the Golden Winged Roc tribe to entertain guests, and no one usually lived here.

"Brother Hope, please wait here for a while. I'll go find my father and mother."

Bai Qiankun walked along and chatted with Hope, becoming familiar with them. He warmly invited Hope to sit down, poured him a glass of water, and left like the wind.

Bai Jiuxiao showed a helpless smile and said: "Brother Hope, I am naughty and I am sorry to embarrass you."

Hope's mouth was dry, so he picked up the glass of water and drank it all in one gulp. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and then replied, "Brother Qiankun has such a pure heart, which is very rare."

The two chatted for a while. Bai Jiuxiao was thoughtful and calm, and they had a lot of common topics. He also keenly noticed that Hope was very anxious and must have something urgent to ask for.

Bai Jiuxiao simply asked, "Brother Huo, is there something important that brought you here this time?"

Hope didn't hesitate and went straight to the point: "To be honest with you, Brother Jiuxiao, I do have a favor to ask. If the Golden-winged Roc tribe can lend a helping hand, my Lion tribe is willing to pay any price in exchange."

Bai Jiuxiao's expression was solemn: "Brother Huo, please feel free to speak."

Hope said: "My female is from the White Fox Tribe. A month ago, the Green Pine Forest Area was hit by a flood and she was abducted by a Red-level Cobra Orc. Her whereabouts have been unknown ever since."

Hope paused and said: "I heard that there are some old grudges between the Garuda tribe and the Cobra tribe, so I came here rashly, please forgive me."

"So that's how it is." Bai Jiuxiao pondered: "The Qingsong Forest Area did suffer a disaster some time ago. Our Golden-winged Dapeng tribe even sent people to rescue it, but the Qingsong Forest Area is too large and our people are out of reach. We didn't expect something like this to happen."

He frowned his neat and handsome eyebrows: "The rumors are true, the Cobra Clan is the eternal enemy of my Garuda Roc Clan. Back then, the Cobra Clan attacked the bird eggs of my Garuda Roc, and since then, there has been a feud between the two clans. There have been continuous casualties, and finally a fight broke out."

"In that battle, the Cobra tribe had the advantage in numbers, while our tribe was stronger individually. Both sides had their wins and losses, with heavy casualties. In the end, a powerful warrior who surpassed the Red Rank emerged from the Golden-winged Roc tribe. He fought single-handedly against the three Red Ranks of the Cobra tribe and won the victory. It was after that battle that the Cobra tribe lost all of their Red Rank warriors and had to flee. According to the last news from the tribe members, they should have gone south to the Ten Thousand Islands Wetlands, but even if their remaining members fled, they would not be a force to be reckoned with, and would be at most a medium-sized tribe."

When Bai Jiuxiao said this, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes: "I didn't expect that there are still people from their tribe who dare to step into the Qingsong Forest Area."

Hope struck while the iron was hot and said, "Since that's the case, Hope would like to ask for the help of the Golden Winged Dapeng Clan. I will repay you with gratitude in the future. Is that okay with you?"

"Hahaha, I agree!" A hearty laugh came from outside the cave. Hope turned his head and saw a tall middle-aged male, with a beautiful and cold female like a fairy leaning beside him, striding towards him. Behind him, Bai Qiankun winked at Hope happily.

Another red-level aura, Hope thought, this should be Bai Yue, the patriarch of the Golden-winged Roc clan.

And next to him is the most beautiful female in the Qingsong Forest District, Feng Qiaochu of the Red-crowned Crane Clan. She is Bai Yue's female. The two have been a pair for their entire lives. Feng Qiaochu has never partnered with other males. It can be said that she is unique in the Orc Continent. In the past, countless people wanted to compete with Bai Yue for the identity of Feng Qiaochu's orc husband, but they all failed. This shows how powerful Bai Yue is.

Feng Qiaochu, a female with medium fertility, gave birth to three offspring for Bai Yue, two males and one female, which can be considered a very prolific female.