Garon turned around and saw Fake Eye Thompson rushing over from behind.
"Thompson? It's great that you're not dead! "
Garon gave him a tight hug. This guy had been helping him a lot and was very well-informed. It was a good opportunity to understand the current situation from him.
"Come, let's go in and rest." Thompson pulled Garon forward for some distance. Soon, after entering a small door, it was a mission hall that looked exactly like the one on the surface. There were only seven or eight people sitting inside. A one-armed girl was skillfully serving everyone food, drinks, and drinks.
The atmosphere was heavy. Many people lowered their heads in low spirits. Some were drunk on the table while others were coldly wiping their silver knives.
Thompson pulled Garon to a corner and sat down.
"The outer city has been breached. Now our War Guild's stronghold is the frontline logistics point. What are your plans?" Thompson asked hurriedly as soon as he sat down. "I suggest you go to the inner city immediately. Those who dare to stay in the outer city are all experts. I plan to go to the inner city immediately to participate in the defense mission. Why don't you come with me? "
"I have my own plans. Don't worry." Garon smiled. "How's the situation in the city now?"
"The Dragon Guards have collapsed. If it wasn't for the Grand Duke who came out later to fight the monsters, I'm afraid no one would be able to return to the inner city alive." Thompson explained simply. "Now at least half of the city is dead. Only a small portion of the residents are left in the inner city to avoid being massacred. The people in the outer city and the suburbs are almost all dead. There might be some who are still hiding. But the number is definitely very small. "
"What about the other places?"
"I don't know. It's said that the last contact with the other guilds was the day before yesterday. Now the sky is completely blocked by the monsters. The other guilds are completely isolated. "Thompson lowered his voice." The guild leader seems to be thinking something wrong. "
"How are the war resources now? They should have been reduced, right? "Garon thought for a while and asked.
"Definitely. With fewer people, there aren't enough people who can use totems in battle. The supply exceeds the demand. Many things have been greatly reduced in price. Now, in order to increase the resistance, many basic items and medicines are being given away for free. The Duke's Mansion directly released a lot of totems from their storage, but there simply weren't that many people who could use them. " Thomson shook his head in pity, "It's too tragic, there are dead people everywhere. The totem users are still okay, they can still put up some resistance, but the commoners are too miserable. He was completely powerless to resist. Oh right, have you joined any groups yet? If not, how about I recommend you one? "
Garon immediately knew his purpose. At this time, it was indeed time to stick together.
"I already have companions. There's no need for that." He shook his head and refused. "I'm going to deal with my suitcase first. I'm going to get rid of some of the things that should be sold. Nothing was more important than his life. Right? "
"Sure. Come and find me here when you are free. I'm usually here at noon." Thomson didn't insist and agreed readily. At a time like this, one more friend meant one more layer of security.
Garon carried the box and walked towards the counter in the hall.
He walked to the window on the left and knocked.
"Where is Jason?"
The girl inside was stunned for a moment, and then she became a little dejected.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jason has already …"
Garon's heart sank. He had a good time working with the middle-aged man before, but he didn't expect him to be gone now.
"How much are the war chains and war hall now?" He asked softly.
"Twenty million each. It would be better if there are resources to exchange for them." The girl immediately came back to her senses and answered.
Garon placed the box on the counter, opened it, and took out all the books and notes. Then he took out the money, jewels and silver pieces and handed them to the window.
"Please help me estimate the value."
"Okay." The girl took the jewels and money notes skillfully, and sorted them all out.
Soon, the estimate was out.
"It's a total of thirty-six million. Do you want to put it on the badge or?"
"Give me a set of war chains, and put the rest into the badge."
"Okay, please wait a moment." The girl rarely encountered war chains transactions, so she was a little unfamiliar. She quickly got up and went to the back to find someone.
Garon waited for a while, and suddenly a thin and tall young man came out. He held a silver cylinder in his hand.
"Are you the one who wants to buy war chains?" He walked to the counter, and took the girl's place.
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"What kind of chains do you need? Are they blank, or do they have effects? "The young man asked solemnly.
"It's blank," Garen answered simply.
"Then you want to add your own permanent tactics. We have two permanent tactics here that you can add, you can consider them. One is damage enhancement, which can tear open wounds and make it harder to heal. The other is paralyzing poison, which can coat a totem with a layer of paralyzing poison, slightly interfering with the enemy's attack. "
"No need, we have other considerations." Garon refused. These two permanent tactics were useless, and the guild wouldn't sell them publicly if they were useful. They would have already digested them.
"Okay then." The young man quickly drew a tactic symbol on the silver cylinder. The symbol flashed red and disappeared on the surface of the cylinder. Then he handed it to Garon. "Please take it well, this is your blank shackle. This shackle is the lowest level, and can only be embedded with two effects. However, you can choose to find a forger to upgrade it. A high-level forger can even transfer the embedded permanent tactics to the new shackle. Of course, only our guild's own forgers have this skill. "
"Thank you." Garon took the cylinder, and immediately noticed a few greedy gazes around him.
He glanced back, and didn't care.
He opened the cylinder directly, and took out a silver V-shaped arrow, which looked like a thin piece of metal. Its surface was abnormally smooth, and only when the light was slanted could one see a layer of colorful light flowing on the inner core.
Garon checked it carefully, and then pressed the metal piece onto his left arm.
Hiss …
The metal piece was accompanied by a hissing sound, and immediately melted into the surface of Garon's skin. After a puff of green smoke, it was like a birthmark on his arm. It was natural and harmonious, and there was nothing unnatural about it.
A horizontal bar appeared at the bottom of Garon's vision, and behind it were two light red empty boxes.
'War Shackle: Can add two permanent tactics effects. Master the forger's skill, can upgrade with potential points.
Effect: Can connect with companions, and allow them to enjoy permanent tactics effects. The amount of benefits is determined by the holder of the shackle. '
"This is it." Garon nodded, satisfied. He used the War Shackle without hesitation, and the greedy gazes in the hall immediately retracted. The used shackle had no value anymore.
"Next, let's see if I can upgrade the core totem." Garon looked at the potential points in the attribute pane.
Killing Mecca, a form two totem user, increased his potential to 1516%.
"15 points, I can try now."
Until now, he had already achieved the first stage of his goal, and successfully obtained the core totem. Then, the key was to follow Goth and the others to earn potential points.
But now, Goth must have joined the defense work, and must have shown his amazing talent, and attracted the attention of the Duke's Mansion. To keep up with the pace of such a genius …
Thompson disappeared again, and Garon returned to the hall alone, and found a place to sit down. If Angel didn't survive, he planned to find a few people to form a new regiment.
"Aska is here …"
"And Resta."
Someone muttered at the door seat.
Soon, two people came in from the entrance. One in front, one behind. The person in front had a head of red hair, and was a handsome young man. His clothes were a little messy, but he wasn't injured.
"Aska, over here." On the other side of the hall, a red-haired girl waved her hand.
Garon recognized him. The genius in the guild, Aska Byzantine, was in the limelight recently. It was said that when he ignited his totem, he shared the black panther's speed talent, and then he controlled three totems consecutively, and from each of the three totems, he shared three different abilities.
Not long ago, there was a second totem that evolved to form two. He was an extremely talented guy. His talent ability was the rare ability to share abilities, and he could map the totem's abilities onto himself. This ability made it easier for totem users to adapt to different environments, and their overall quality was extremely strong. Even after reaching form two, some special evolved abilities could be freely used, such as the fire wolf's fireball ability, the ice bear's ice impact, and so on. But the combination of tactics greatly increased, and it was impossible to guard against.
Garon's gaze fell on the person behind Aska.
Resta, this person was also a new genius, a naturally curly blonde man. His talent was hardening. It could make all of his totems have stronger skin to resist the damage of attacks. He once used a form one totem to kill a form two totem. He was only nineteen years old this year, and like Aska, he was considered a genius.
But Resta wasn't from the War Guild, and was rumored to be a noble in the city.
Garon retracted his gaze.
He wasn't a genius, and compared to these people, his only advantage was his potential points. Although this ability had a strong growth potential, it was still incomparable to these crazy talents in the early stages.
After all, he was still a normal person. The advantages of secret techniques from his previous life weren't obvious here.
Aska and Resta walked together towards the red-haired girl in the corner. They were from the same circle, and Resta was obviously Aska's friend. These people were either geniuses or elites. It was a completely different world from the normal circle. In a small place like Iron Tank City, they had even become the main force against the monsters from the outside world.
Garon sat in his seat, waiting quietly. If Angel hadn't died, she would have made the same choice as him. At this time, only by sticking together would they be safer, or else they would be the target of bullying.
Garon might be able to barely deal with a form two totem user now, but he definitely couldn't deal with two of them. In the entire guild, he could barely squeeze into the talent level.
Not long after, a girl in a black robe came in from the entrance of the passage. It was Angel. Her left shoulder was wrapped in thick gauze, and there were still traces of blood. Seeing Garon's seat, she quickly walked over and sat opposite of Garon.
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