293 Payback 1 (1/2)

Chapter 293: Payback 1

Minggg~~~~

The white dragonhawks circling the sky let out an attack warcry.

Among the crowd, Garen looked up, focusing on one particular white dragonhawk in the air.

He tugged at his grey hoodie as he squeezed through the crowd, bowing his head to hide his face.

He pulled out a piece of cloth from his right sleeve. There was a round tactic drawn in red ink. It seem unrefined, with traces of red ink on its side.

A tactic was like an ancient spell, with a faint mystical sense.

As he rolled the cloth, Garen hastened his steps. He quickly entered a narrow alley along the street and walked through it. In front of him was another clean and luxurious street, where there was a row of gorgeous bungalows across it. All of them had white-golden roofs, but they were all empty, without a trace of population.

Garen swept his gaze from left to right. His eyes eventually fixated on the third bungalow.

Yesterday, he made an appointment with Goth and the gang to complete missions together these couple of days, but the warcy has sounded. The real war was finally beginning.

Iron Tank City’s dragon stood no chance in resisting the countless unihorn lizards.

At this point, all he had to do was wait, until Iron Tank City mobilizes the resources they have accumulated over the years. Then in the midst of chaos, he would first take down that annoying quartermaster.

Through Garen's investigation, he found out that Quartermaster Griffith controlled a third of the warehouses in the city. All of the items stored in the warehouses were recorded. Other than himself, the private belongings of around ten other victims were confiscated in the name of military usage.

Garen knew from a familiar contact in the war guild, that other than himself, there were others waiting to find fault with the quartermaster. But the guy never leaves the side of Mecca, the second form totem master. There was completely no chance.

People from the War Guild and Assassin’s Guild also could not find a chance because of this.

Garen stood at the alley in his grey robe and hoodie. He was dressed alike with the majority of the hoodie wearers.

He abruptly stepping back, as if his sixth sense was telling him to hide in the shadows of the alley.

Suddenly, a blur flashed from the bungalow’s shade.

”Assassin's guild..?” Garen raised his eyebrows, holding his breath as he fixated his eyes on the shady region of the bungalow.

There was a quick blur, flashing among the shades and people’s blindspots, like a butterfly in the dark.

The man, who was athletically built, clenched a dagger in his mouth. He was actually a pale faced young man, seemingly not over 18 years of age.

”Interesting. Trying to assassinate Griffith with his own skills when he isn't even a totem master.” Garen stood still, merely lifting his head to stare at the sky.

The sky was outcast. The clusters of grey clouds signalling a downpour was coming anytime.

Ming ~~~~!

It was another desolate horn cry.

Instantly, with the sound of the horn, throughout the whole Iron Tank City centre, surrounding the Rowen Tower, an enormous flock of white-golden hawks soared into the sky.

Hummm!!!

The howls of countless white dragonhawks came down from the sky. It was as if voices had weight.

Garen could not help but bow his body, feeling shaken by the sound. His face revealed an expression of dismay.

”Iron Tank! Iron Tank! Iron Tank!”

As the clashing sound between metallic armor and weapons came from the distance, batallions of soldiers marched orderly towards the city gates. Their loud, orderly march cries could even be heard in the city where Garen was standing.

”It has begun…” Garen sighed as he turned back to look at the city gates.

He thought for a moment, pressed both his palms lightly on the sides of the wall and crawled up the wall like a lizard. With a light somersaulted, he landed on the roof of a third level building on the right side.

As he stood in the wall, he gazed in the direction of the sound.

In the dark grey sky, countless of white dragonhawks surrounded the white-golden hawks as they flew out of the city, like a big cluster of clouds.

The dragonhawk riders were dressed in silver armor, armed with two to three metres long spears. The white-golden dragonhawk riders were clad in full golden body armor, even the hawks’ body were protected with golden armor.

In the horizon, black ink-like, dark clouds were spreading over here.

As the dark clouds drew closer, the countless strange, rattling sounds could be heard clearer and clearer.

The black giant lizards, equipped with black wings and fang like horns on their heads, were swaying their long tails as they headed directly towards Iron Tank City.

Garen stood on the rooftop. Like the countless of citizens in the city, he was staring at the two opposing clouds of forces closing on each other.

Bang!!