290 The Outbreak of War 2

The deep swamp croc swayed its tail gently, dragged it's heavy body across the floor quietly, and quickly crawled out from an open window. Garen was dumbfounded by the fact that it did not make any noise.

He grabbed his necessities, and some things that might be of use, stuffed them into the leather bag he brought, then hid it under the bed. Then, he made his way out of the house.

On the path outside, Angel crouched beside the corpse of a unihorn lizard, attentively examining the abomination.

The lizard, who wasn't there when Garen entered the house, was obviously destroyed by her.

"What's up? What's it's strength like?" Garen went over and crouched beside her.

"Troublesome." Angel said with a solemn expression. "I initially thought it's a common, mutated creature. But in fact, it had totem light. If I didn't use accelerate, I’m not that sure if my panther could handle it. It should be at the level of an elite first form totem."