Bound to the childbearing system, I am surrounded by orcs

Chapter 33

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.