He slowly walked along the corridor on the second floor.
Garon kept pushing open the doors of all the rooms he passed by, his gaze sweeping across them, but he did not enter directly.
Soon, he reached a room on the left at the end of the corridor. The door was opened. Inside, he could see many bookshelves through the gap.
Garon pushed open the door and entered, there were two steaming cups of black tea on the coffee table in the room. The glass of the window was covered with a fine mist.
His gaze swept around, and soon stopped on a large black leather box in the corner of the study.
He walked to the box and squatted down, squeezing lightly, the keyhole was instantly crushed into powder. He opened the box with a whoosh.
The inside was divided into two sections.
On the left were stacks of notes and books, all of them with hard red covers. Garon picked them up and flipped through, there were precision blueprints, detailed explanations of tactics, and some sloppily written experiment records. At the bottom was a book of Isaiah's poems.
Putting the book back, Garon looked to the right.
On the right side of the box were some cash, silver rumps, some small diamonds and gems, and silver bricks. On top of the silver brick was a stack of paper notes.
Garon took it out and looked, there were ten bank notes with a value of one million.
"This guy is pretty poor … Not even as poor as Angel." Garon shook his head. "No wonder he wanted to take over the supplies in the warehouse area."
Garon picked up a book of precision blueprints and flipped through it.
This was obviously the type used by totem users, many of the requirements were not as difficult as those of Luminarists. Garon's master-level precision blueprints could easily meet the requirements.
"Totem users are much simpler than Luminarists … This should be Mecca's book."
Totem users only needed to learn precision blueprints to beginner level, but in terms of tactics, they were much stronger than Luminarists and Forgers. They specialized in mastering totems, and controlling totems.
Totem users, Forgers, and Luminarists, in fact, each of the three types had their own preferences. Luminarists belonged to the middle, but in terms of expertise, totem users specialized in tactics, while Forgers specialized in manufacturing and maintenance.
Garon flipped to the column that required totem users to activate their spells. The activation spell that was far more complicated than that of a Luminarist surprised him.
"It seems that no matter what category it is, there is no shortcut … It's just that the difficulty is different."
The totem users' precision blueprint requirements were lowered, but the price was that the activation of tactics was much more difficult. The activation tactic also contained a lot of mathematical and physical knowledge. If it wasn't for Garon's foundation, he probably wouldn't have been able to grasp it so quickly.
Precision blueprints focused on stability and precision, while activation spells focused on instantaneous calculation and the fundamentals of physics. The former was accumulation, while the latter was adaptation. It also represented two different paths of development for Luminarists and Totem Users.
Luminarists would become stronger over time. The more knowledge they had, the more wealth they could accumulate and improve themselves.
Totem users, on the other hand, relied on their adaptability and instantaneous calculation ability. They were strong at the beginning, but their development was far from that of Luminarists.
"I still don't know what a forger is like, but it should be a Luminarist. Judging from the name, it should be a research type that has completely given up on combat and focuses on making totems. "
Garon closed the box and stood up. He let the Deep Swamp Croc guard here, and then he started to wander around and search.
He didn't find anything else, but Garon wasn't greedy. He found this box of wealth, and it was already worth the price of the ticket.
He simply held the box with one hand and jumped down from the second floor window.
Behind him, Wilde and the others were still searching on the first floor. It was obvious that they had found something. Wilde himself had been guarding the door, with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was taking a nap.
Hearing the sound of jumping, he opened his eyes and looked at Garon, smiling at him.
"Goodbye." He glanced at the box in Garon's hand, and didn't say anything.
"I don't have so many people in the warehouse. I only need this box." Garon grinned. The value of this box, other than the wealth, was the most important thing was the notes and books on spells. There must be spells used in this villa in there. Just this alone was enough for him to get the warehouse of green rice. It was worth more than tens of millions.
Garon carried the box and sped away, with the Deep Swamp Croc following closely behind. He could feel a faint gaze behind him. As the distance got further, the gaze finally left.
He then let out a sigh of relief. His movements became lighter and more agile. He quickly turned into the alley, and quickly ran along the shadows towards the outskirts of the city.
Woo ~ ~ ~!!!
The long sound of the horn once again sounded above the entire Iron Tank City.
Garon stopped abruptly. He heard a sense of desolation and grief from the sound of the horn this time.
He stood in the shadows of the alley, and looked up at the sky outside the city.
The Unihorn Lizard had already formed a gray cloud that surrounded the White Dragonhawks. Only a small group of Platinum Dragonhawks were still resisting tenaciously. They drew streaks of platinum trails in the air. Every few seconds, they would encounter a Giant Lizard. There was almost no time to breathe.
In the beginning, every time they came into contact with a Giant Lizard, they would shoot one down. But now, they could only barely push them away.
There were too many dark clouds.
Garon quickened his pace, and gradually approached the city walls.
The ground was littered with Unihorn Lizard corpses. These corpses had the characteristics of silver totems, and would not completely turn into pools of mercury.
Other than the Giant Lizard corpses, there were human corpses mixed among them. Some were complete, while others were incomplete. Large, slender spears were broken. Fresh blood mixed with mercury slowly flowed. Silver and red mixed with dust and mud were everywhere.
Garon became more careful. He recalled the Deep Swamp Croc, restrained his Qi and blood, and carefully followed the shadows in the corners.
The further out of the city he went, the more buildings collapsed and destroyed. Only broken walls were left.
Screech!!
A Unihorn Lizard with reddish skin walked with thumping steps on the streets full of corpses. Its long, thick tail swung, and easily knocked away the piles of corpses beside it.
Garon shrank behind a triangular broken wall. He slowly spread out his aura. In his senses, densely packed little dots that looked like hives suddenly entered his senses.
"At least a few hundred of them." Garon estimated in his heart, and dared not make any big movements.
He knew that in the current situation, the only way to successfully avoid the first wave of chaos was to scatter and hide in various hidden places. Iron Tank City also got rid of a few corrupt aristocratic leaders during this crisis, and established a new and more efficient leadership group.
More importantly, although the Obscuro Society released these monsters as the main force to disrupt the world. But in reality, they themselves had no way to control these failed experimental creatures. They could only prevent themselves from being attacked by these monsters.
In other words, these monsters were not commanded by anyone. They only followed their feeding instincts and hunted everywhere. If it were not for the Dragon Guards' wanton slaughter and chase, which angered these monsters, there would not have been such a large scale siege.
Garon waited until the Red Giant Lizard passed by, and then with a tap of his foot, he darted into another cluster of shadows like lightning. And so on, he quickly approached the outskirts of the city.
Along the way, he passed by a house where a family of three was hiding. But he could only protect himself, and could not bring anyone with him. The speed and stamina that the Secret Technique gave him was only enough to hide him alone.
Along the way, he would rush through any gaps, and when there were no gaps, he would use small stones to lure the monsters away, revealing gaps.
Soon, he finally arrived at the War Guild's Mission Hall.
The small building where the guild was located had been completely destroyed, leaving only broken walls and ruins. The surroundings were cold and cheerless, with only a few Giant Lizards slowly crawling past.
The cold wind whistled, and a thin piece of wood on the ground rolled up, making a crisp sound.
Garon released the Deep Swamp Croc to be alert of the surroundings, and searched the ruins of the Mission Hall alone.
"Hey! Here! "A weak voice came along with the wind.
Garon immediately looked towards the direction of the voice, and saw a bald middle-aged man standing by the cover of a sewer, waving at him.
"The guild has moved underground."
Garon nodded, recalled the Deep Swamp Croc, and quickly ran to his side with the box. Seeing the man enter the sewer, he followed and closed the cover.
The two of them went down the iron ladder, and quickly stepped on solid ground.
Following a narrow black passage, after walking for a few minutes, they had drilled about forty to fifty meters underground. The bald man opened his mouth to speak.
"Alright, it's safe here." He suddenly stopped, and pulled open a metal door that was as tall as a person from the right wall, revealing a bright yellow flame.
"Go in from here, and inside is the guild's new Mission Hall. Kid, you're lucky to have met me, or else the others wouldn't have been so kind. "
Garon smiled, and casually flicked out a few silver rumbs.
"Thanks a lot, brother."
The bald man took it and smiled.
The two of them walked into the passage of flame, this passage extended in all directions, and there were many forks on both sides, and there were many people walking out, both men and women, obviously there was more than one entrance.
After the chaos, this was the first time Garon saw so many people. Looking at the eyes of the others, it was obvious that they had the same feeling.
"Save him! Quick! " Suddenly, a group of people rushed out from the right passage in front, they were carrying a stretcher, and on it lay a young man clutching his abdomen. Blood kept flowing out from between his fingers, and he was gasping for air, his face pale, his forehead full of sweat, and it looked like he was about to die.
The stretcher quickly rushed into the corner of the passage in front.
"He's about to die!! Get the anesthetic! Operate immediately! Henry!! "
"Coming! Everything is ready, quickly carry him in! "" Be careful! "" Jacis! Go disinfect! "
A series of hurried voices came from the front.
"It's the people from the sacrificial team, the three big teams all have people heavily injured." "Even the Dragon Guards have suffered heavy losses, if not for the Iron Tank's Ring tactical formation, I'm afraid the last inner city would have been completely breached."
"Luckily, our War Guild also has an emergency underground shelter."
Garon heard someone say, he looked around, and felt that he was surrounded by people he did not know, and all of them were unfamiliar faces.
"Garon!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
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