Picking up the silver plate and fork on the ground, Garon was about to return to the villa hall to continue practicing his tactics.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the distance, mixed with the weird cries of unihorn lizards and the cries of dead babies. He could also vaguely hear someone cursing and roaring.
Garon jumped onto the roof of his house, half squatting beside the giant eagle nest full of dead branches and leaves, looking towards the direction of the sound from afar.
In the distance between the district and the farmer's market, a man and a woman were commanding two brown bears and a black wolf, surrounded by six to seven unihorn lizards. Outside, there were more than ten dead babies crawling towards them.
These dead babies were obviously not real babies, or else there wouldn't be so many of them.
Garon squinted his eyes, hesitating whether or not to go and save them. Suddenly, the two of them screamed, and made a mistake. One of the brown bears' neck was bitten off by the unihorn lizard, turning into a pool of mercury. The two of them turned to run, but were caught by the dead babies. Their totems were killed first, and then the two of them were swallowed by the dead babies' bites. Their limbs and heads were torn into pieces and eaten.
"This is the fate of a totem user … If I didn't have a silver totem, I would have ended up the same way, and I wouldn't have been able to stay outside for so long." Garon sighed in his heart, there would be times when he would encounter monsters when he was alone outside. As long as he released his primitive totem to resist, it would quickly attract a large group of monsters. Then he would be surrounded and attacked to death.
Only by ending the battle quickly, and leaving immediately, could he ensure his own safety.
Garon understood that the mistake just now was probably due to the dead babies' ability to stun. He had encountered it before, and even with his quality, he was slightly dizzy before he could react, not to mention these two people's physiques.
He quietly slid down the roof, and suddenly noticed that there was a letter in the mailbox outside his villa.
He was a little surprised, and didn't go out himself. Instead, he let a blue lizard crawl out, opened the mailbox with its teeth, and ran back with the letter in its mouth.
Standing in the hall on the first floor, Garon took the letter and closed the door.
There were three envelopes, and two of them had stamps. They were all notices from the district management to pay the management fee.
The last one wasn't in an envelope, and was just a folded piece of white paper.
Garon unfolded the letter and read it carefully.
"Garon, if you see this message, please head to No.128 in the inner city's Empress Borough to look for us as soon as possible. Andy, Jessica, and I are all together now. --Goth, 15th April, night. '
"April 15th? Wasn't it yesterday? "Garon pondered.
That was the first line, and there was a second line below it.
'Garon, if you're still alive, please inform us as soon as possible. This place is getting more and more dangerous. The density of the monsters was increasing. There seems to be some danger hidden in your house. Don't go in rashly. If anyone sees this message, if anyone knows anything about the owner of this house, please bring a letter to 128 Queens. Find me, Goth, and we will reward you. 'The handwriting was not completely dry, and it was obvious that it had been added not long ago.
Garon let out a sigh of relief. He didn't think that Goth would find this place quietly. A few days ago, he was hiding in the house, letting the Deep Swamp Croc hide. The resonating hawk was lying in ambush on the roof, and there were parasites patrolling the surroundings. No wonder Goth didn't come in rashly.
But in such a dangerous situation, he still thought of him, and came twice in a row. Garon felt a slight warmth in his heart.
Goth was indeed a very good friend. Once he had decided on you, he would stick to you until the end.
Keeping the letter, Garon's face showed a thoughtful expression.
"According to the original development, now should be the time for Goth's rapid growth. It was also during this period of time that he experienced unimaginable events. Should I go and follow him …? "
He hesitated.
"Following Goth would indeed be the fastest way to improve myself. But if I don't grasp the opportunity, it will also turn into danger. I can't possibly have Goth's growth speed, so the danger I will face will definitely surpass him. "
He felt the silver totems around the villa. As long as he stayed outside quietly, and didn't get involved in the inner city's affairs, he could also grow quietly and continuously. It was just that the speed would not be as fast as following Goth.
"The fragments in the memory only show that this was Goth's rapid growth period, but didn't mention the details in detail. This way, if I were to follow him and cause a huge butterfly effect, it might even cause Goth to not be able to survive safely."
"Should I hunt alone, or follow Goth into the center of the whirlpool …?" Garon hesitated. "My original goal was to follow Goth and get a decent core totem. I didn't expect to find another solution. And now that I have the Crystal Derivator, I have more or less the confidence to improve. It's not worth the risk to get involved again. "
He held the door with his hand and looked at the grey sky in the distance. Under the grey clouds, a large group of densely packed black dots were flying towards the inner city of Iron Tank City. One of the giant lizards was especially eye-catching. Its back was covered with black bone spikes from head to tail. The entire row of spikes was different in length. Its body was three times the size of the other giant lizards, reaching seven to eight meters.
This monster had been circling around the inner city for many days. Garon saw many totem users coming out of the inner city, but they couldn't kill it. Instead, it killed a few of them.
Then, the entire inner city retreated and stopped coming out. No one came out after that.
Roar!!
The giant lizard with spikes roared downwards, as if it was provoking him.
Right below it, a tall white spiral tower supported a hemispherical shield. The shield would only show up when it was attacked, emitting a white light.
The spiral tower was like three spikes entangled together, twisting and piercing towards the sky. It was completely white, and the top emitted a faint white light.
Garon looked at the spiral tower from afar.
"Iron Tank City's strongest tactic defense, it's really powerful! I just don't know how long it can last. "
He closed the door and returned to the study on the second floor, continuing to study the sight sharing tactic.
After staying in the villa for two more days, the number of Deep Swamp Croc's parasites had reached seven, distributed around the villa to patrol. At the same time, the potential points he obtained were just enough to successfully evolve the last grey feathered eagle.
The three grey feathered eagles had all evolved into Resonance Eagles. These giant birds with wingspans of more than four meters were extremely strong, each of them like the most ferocious predators. With Garon's villa as the center, they continuously hunted in all directions. Any monster or giant lizard that entered their field of vision would be killed and brought back to their nest. They would either be parasitized by the Deep Swamp Croc, or used as food.
With such a strong force, Garon decided to go to the War Guild's underground hall again. It was time to reply to the guild about whether or not he wanted to join. If he could get the evolution knowledge of cultivation from the guild, it would be a good help for his small group's cultivation.
Before leaving, Garon ordered the totems under his command to go out and hunt on their own, as long as they did not harm humans.
A large number of unihorn lizards and dead babies kept pouring into the outskirts of the city. The hunting of Resonance Eagle No. 1 and Deep Swamp Croc was like pouring a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood. They did not dare to attack large groups of monsters, and could only cooperate to hunt small groups of monsters. Generally, they would not attack if there were more than ten of them.
The hunting continued, and the blue back lizard kept digging in the kitchen in search of water.
Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.
*****
"The world will eventually fall into darkness and shadows. Every one of us should unite and believe in the will of the God of Loss. The end of the world is coming, and all those who do not believe will be judged by the end of the world! No one will be spared! No one! What we need to do is to beg … "
Garon had just walked into the underground War Guild when he heard a man's voice chanting loudly, his emotions were high and passionate.
In the dark hall, there were only two candlesticks lit at the counter, the faint yellow light made the atmosphere even darker and gloomier.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant alcohol, so strong that it was nauseating.
Garon walked into the hall, and scanned the inside. There were five or six people sitting on chairs sparsely, and it seemed unusually cold. Most of the chairs were empty.
On the blackboard hanging from the counter, there was a densely packed list of names of those who died in battle.
Garon searched for a while, but did not see Angel's and Thompson's names. Only then did he walk to the counter and knock.
"Do you need to transfer the map? Most of the people have moved, to the underground guild in the north. "The young girl at the counter asked with a tired face.
"North guild? What happened, I have been outside for the past two days. "Garon frowned.
"You don't know?" The girl was surprised, "There are too many underground predators, we have to concentrate our power to protect a limited area, and we can't hold on here anymore. The ones who are left here are all crazy perverts. I have to leave tomorrow too. "
"Underground predators …" Garon had never heard of this monster's name. "Forget it, how many underground spots are there in the outer city now?"
"About four, excluding ours, there are three in the other directions. They are probably starting to shrink now. Every one of them is about the same size as us. Don't even think about moving to those spots, it's useless. "The girl said dispiritedly." See that fatty over there? That guy is a follower of the Doomsday Cult. Someone used to throw him out, but no one cares about him now. Let this guy do whatever he wants, no one has the energy to do so anyway. "
Garon looked at the fatty who was still preaching loudly.
"When the world is in chaos, there will always be people like this, it's normal. In other words, Mr. Caddy and the others have moved as well? "
"They left a few days ago. The people you see in the hall, most of them are desperadoes who stayed here to adventure, two of them are here waiting for someone. "The girl at the counter answered faintly.
"Is there a way to contact the people in the inner city?" Garon frowned and asked.
"It's a pity." The girl shrugged.
Garon left the counter, walked to a seat by the wall and sat down, quietly looking at the remaining people.
Other than the fat cultist, the rest of the people who remained in the hall were more or less injured. Garen's burnt eyebrows and hair had yet to grow back, so he looked relatively normal among this group of desperadoes. The only thing that was a bit inappropriate was that his clothes were too clean.
After sitting in the seat for a while, footsteps faintly came from the passage on the right side of the hall. Soon, a white-skinned man in gorgeous clothes came out, he looked at the people in the hall with a frightened expression.
"Is anyone willing to protect me while I move? The cost is one million! One million silver rumbs!! "He shouted loudly. "Is anyone willing?"
"Get out! Idiot! " A man with long hair and beard was obviously in a bad mood, he stood up and threw a wine glass over.
Clang!
The metal glass hit the wall, made a crisp sound, and the wine inside spilled all over the floor.
The white-skinned man flinched, retreated back to the passage, and stood at the door, not daring to come in.
Garon looked on coldly, sitting on the side without saying anything.
Sitting quietly in the guild, he would occasionally look at his Potential Value that was slowly rising in his Attribute Pane. His Poodles were increasing their speed, constantly hunting the monsters around them. The Potential Value that he had just spent was now back at 4 points, which made him feel more and more relaxed.
The number of parasites had also stabilized at around seven, there were casualties from time to time, and occasionally there would be a successful parasite.
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