Garon's hood wasn't even shaken off, he was just knocked around, but he wasn't hurt.
After a while, both sides seemed to realize that the other side was difficult to deal with, and the situation was in a stalemate.
Time passed by slowly.
After an unknown amount of time, the sun gradually dimmed, and the sky gradually darkened.
The Underworld Carriage finally let out a long neigh, and slowly moved backwards, disappearing into a small shadow behind it.
Mas!
Its blood-red eyes stared fixedly at Garen, as though it wanted to remember this guy who had made it helpless the first time.
Soon, its body and the carriage entered the shadow together. Suddenly, it turned around, accelerated, and jumped up in the shadow.
Without a sound, the Underworld Carriage directly entered the wall, disappearing completely.
Mas Mas's cry came faintly from afar, still echoing in the library. But it quickly went further, becoming smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared.
Garon stood quietly in the same spot, feeling helpless.
He had even tried his secret techniques, but unfortunately, the speed of his extraction was too fast, almost reaching 80%. This also caused his reaction to be able to keep up, but his body couldn't keep up at all. This wasn't a big deal, as long as he still had his prediction ability, there wouldn't be a problem.
And most importantly, the Underworld Carriage's speed was too fast, almost like yellow lightning, before he could blink, it had already crashed into him.
And the Underworld Carriage was completely immune to totem attacks, his own body couldn't keep up, and his totem attacks were completely immune, there was no way to fight!
Garen was also infuriated.
Looking at the empty library hall, Garon calmed down, turned around, and was about to walk out to see if the Silver Masked Man was still there.
Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and he froze on the spot.
The entire hall suddenly underwent a strange change.
The gravel on the ground floated up, flew towards the ceiling, and returned to the original cracks and grooves.
The rolling silver ball moved on its own, lightly flying back to its original position, like a video rewinding, even the trajectory was exactly the same.
A large amount of dust and gravel flew up, flying back to the statue on the wall, and fusing back.
Countless specks of dust floated into the air, rising into the air without a sound. As if the world had turned upside down, dust and gravel rained down from the ground.
The wooden tables and chairs that were smashed into pieces also flipped up automatically, rolling back to their original positions, wood shavings flew back to the surface, and then countless dust covered them, getting thicker and thicker.
The large pits on the ground quickly filled up, and then the cracks disappeared, covering the original black marble, and the outermost layer was covered with a thick layer of dust.
The entire library seemed to be going through a silent time reversal, all the damaged areas quickly returned to their original state.
Finally, everything returned to normal.
The library had completely returned to the moment when Garon. There were no traces of the Underworld Carriage.
He looked at the entire library hall, for a moment, his mind.
"What's this situation?"
He could even see a small spider web in the corner of the wall. There was even a translucent spider shell on it.
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He didn't believe it and pressed down hard.
Ka-chak!
A dent appeared on the wall. Then it quickly returned to its original state. Garon retracted his finger, looking at the surroundings, his expression thoughtful.
He turned and walked towards the door. Out of the door, he saw the Silver Masked Man sitting on the stairs. This guy had fallen asleep, probably because he let his guard down and decided to let it go. He was even snoring.
This guy's black clothes were dirty, full of dust, and a little tattered.
On the ground beside him, there was a black badge. The carving on it was a little strange, it was a silver sun emitting infinite light, and inside the sun, there was a black eye with a vertical pupil.
Garon kept the badge.
He walked over and kicked the Silver Masked Man.
"Wake up. Hey! "
The Silver Masked Man fell, and immediately woke up. He stood up abruptly.
"It's done?!" He quickly turned back to look at Garon.
"What do you mean it's done?" Garon was speechless. "I'll need your help from now on, bring me to the Obscuro's stronghold, all the strongholds you know."
He was going to start farming points, his agility was still a bit away from perfection, and his secret techniques needed points to increase.
"Stronghold, I know where the other two guys who ran away should be!" The Silver Masked Man answered immediately, his reaction was decisive, without hesitation.
Garon couldn't help but look at him again.
"Take off your mask."
The Silver Masked Man laughed bitterly, and took off the mask on his face.
He revealed the face of a middle-aged uncle, a very ordinary face, with black sideburns, mixed with a few strands of white beard. His eye sockets were deep, and he looked like he was seriously sleep-deprived.
"What's your name?" Garon asked casually.
"Windling, my name is Windling." The uncle answered honestly.
"Windling?!" Garon almost vomited, looking at that very old face, he didn't know where to start. This name and this face didn't match at all.
"Alright, Windling." He reluctantly got used to this contrast. "The heirlooms you used to surround me yesterday, take them all out."
Windling obediently took out something, an exquisite black pocket watch, and handed it to Garon.
Garon took it, and played with it in his hands.
The pocket watch was very small, only half the size of a normal pocket watch, there were no numbers, no words, no scales, only a pointer that kept spinning.
"What is this?"
"Black Crow Formation." Windling explained, "We call it the Cloud Crow Formation, it can catalyze tens of thousands of spiritualized black crow totems, and form a cylindrical tactical formation, isolating and imprisoning the enemy. The imprisoning ability consumes a lot of energy, after you broke it yesterday, this part of the heirlooms' structure is also broken. Now only the catalyzing function is left. "
"What level of heirlooms is this?"
"A level two heirlooms imitation." Windling explained, "It's what you call an ultimate heirlooms imitation. We in the Obscuro categorize heirlooms according to normal, ultimate, and initial levels. It's divided into levels one to three to make it easier to divide the power, the initial level is a level three heirlooms. The Cloud Crow Formation is an imitation of the Obscuro Defense Formation, it's a level two heirlooms. There are many level two heirlooms, almost all the leaders of the major forces have one, this is also the reward I received for my contribution to the Obscuro. "
Garon's eyes flashed.
"So, the Obscuro Society also has level three initial heirlooms?"
"Yes, this is a heirlooms that can be used repeatedly, its maximum power is at the level of a form four totem." Windling stared at the pocket watch with a pained expression. "Now, it's yours."
Garon smiled, flipped the pocket watch over, and saw a line of small silver words carved on the back of the black pocket watch.
'If giving up is a form of awakening, then I still choose to persevere.' It was written in Ender language.
"That line of words was carved by the creator. He was my best friend, and also the top forger and scholar of the Obscuro, he has been dead for many years. "Windling was slightly depressed.
"How do I use this?" Garon tossed the pocket watch.
"Imagine pouring your own totem power into it, every time you use it, you will need to consume a piece of purple crystal. Just a reminder, the amount of totem power required is very large, of course, you can also use totem light to make up for it. The two are actually similar in nature. "Windling quickly reminded.
"Oh?"
Garon held the pocket watch in his hand, and tried to pour his own totem power and totem light into it.
"The power of this heirlooms is determined by the amount of totem power or totem light you pour into it. The upper limit is form four. The range can be very wide. "Windling explained as he retreated further away. It was convenient for Garon to experiment with the heirlooms.
"The created Cloud Crows will only have the ability to attack, and nothing else, you need to use it carefully."
Before he finished speaking.
Garon's surroundings quickly filled with black fog.
Large amounts of black fog spread out from his body, the source of the fog was the pocket watch in his hand.
The fog circled above Garon's head, and quickly formed little black crows. Some stopped on Garon's shoulder, some circled above his head, and some looked around for targets to attack.
The number of Cloud Crows formed by the black fog increased, and gradually, the entire entrance of the library was covered by the black fog.
Windling opened his mouth wide, and couldn't say anything for a moment.
Such a scene was almost the same as the one they created last night. Large amounts of black Cloud Crows began to circle the sky around the library, like a black river, gathering and dispersing.
The sky was filled with strange cawing sounds. It was as if the dead city had suddenly become lively.
"How much totem light does he have …" Windling mumbled, and didn't know what expression to use at this moment.
Soon, the scene lasted for more than half a minute, and large amounts of Cloud Crows turned back into black fog, and rushed back into the pocket watch in Garon's hand.
The black fog dissipated, and Garon's calm face was revealed.
"This thing is not bad, its power is really good, and its consumption isn't that high." Garon was very satisfied with this heirloom.
The Eight Headed Dragon was his strongest totem, and the other totems couldn't be compared at all. They were too weak, and he planned to remove his control after a while, and use it to exchange for other resources, so as not to waste it.
The Eight Headed Dragon was too strong, and if he took it out too often, it would be easy for people to notice the uniqueness of his totem. And with the Cloud Crow Formation, it made up for the lack of daily use.
Spiritualized to the strongest form four power, it was completely suitable for daily use, and the stronger Eight Headed Dragon didn't have to show itself all the time. Now when the Eight Headed Dragon was released, it was in a completely illusory state, as if its body had been elementalized. For a short period of time, it could pretend to be in a spiritualized state, but after a long time, even a totem user would know that something was wrong.
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