The Director's office was hit by a fireball.

The rumbling tremors spread throughout the building. The staff in the building all felt their feet jump, the tables and chairs shook, and even the ceiling seemed to be displaced.

This caused a lot of panic, and people rushed to find the cause of the incident, or fled for safety. The most panicked are certainly those who have been attacked.

In the dead of night, Director Wilson was scrutinizing over more than a dozen personnel expenses. This could have been done with just a few financial professionals, but there are no such people.

If you don't do a good job of financial power and personnel power, Wilson, the director, will be boring. He was frowning and trying to compare the accounts to find possible errors when the office was torn down.

The loud noise added to the waves, and His Excellency the Commissioner's buttocks were unstable, and he almost didn't fall under the table. He subconsciously tensed his body, shrunk his neck and hugged his head, and lay on the desk.

The office was hit by a burst of air, and all the paper documents on the desktop were blown around, which also made Wilson's hard work for a night come to naught. He felt a wave of heat envelop him, and he almost fainted.

But His Excellency the Director didn't faint, he didn't even have time to be afraid, he only witnessed the next scene.

Eve. Lorraine's desk was to Wilson's right, and the fireball was attacking the wall on the right. After the explosion, the wall fragments were shot like bullets from behind the wall, and this alone could have killed most people.

But this does not include little Lorraine. She was sleeping soundly on the table, and her deep breathing sounded very regular. But when the orcs outside roared in warning, she suddenly looked up like a vigilant groundhog.

Enemies?

Where is it?

Anyway, pinch a gem first.

Lorraine always pinched the gem in his palm, eating, drinking, and sleeping, and never letting go of anything. How to use the arcane in the gem, she had studied it countless times.

Pick one and crush it, and the magical power stored in it is immediately released in the form of arcane.

Shielding.

Simple and effective first-order defense arcane.

The transparent force field shield greatly strengthens the defenses. A shield only defends in a single direction. But the Haoshi in Lorraine's hand stored three shield spells, protecting her three hundred and sixty degrees.

The shield appeared just in time, as the wooden wall on her side blasted open as Lorraine stared in the direction of the office door. The loud noise made the little girl scream in fright - help!

The shockwave struck, and the three-sided shield protected Lorraine very well, but Wilson behind her was affected by the fiery wave.

The director held his head to dodge, and when he looked up again, his ears were ringing, and his hair was like grass. He realized he was attacked, but he didn't know where to hide.

Lorraine screamed 'help', followed by a cry of 'I really can't cast spells'.

Smoke billowed from the gap, and it kept tumbling.

The little girl didn't say a word, but picked a gem and crushed it. Two bright red rays immediately appeared in her fingertips, blocking the gap like a raging stream.

Two assassins rushed in from a gap in the smoke and were hit by the ray. The two men were staring wide-eyed for their targets with daggers in hand, and the cold was like being in purgatory, with fire in front of them and high temperatures surrounding their bodies.

Wow.....

Courage was replaced by fear in an instant.

It's a trap.

Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental?

The two Assassins tried to dodge, but the third gem was crushed.

This time, there was a bang, too, as two cone-shaped jets of high-temperature air shrouded the cracks in the broken wall. The two assassins were confronted, their bodies blown up, and they fell to the floor with a snap.

Immediately after the fourth and fifth gems were crushed at the same time, a series of magical orbs flew out, whirring and booming endlessly.

No one should try to rush through the gap at this moment.

This chain of events happened too quickly. When the fireball exploded, Wilson's heart was about to burst. But he raised his head and sat in his seat, watching the whole process in a daze.

What did this little girl just say?

Can't cast spells?

So how did this endless series of spells come about?

It's so hidden!

The lord treats me so well, his personal maid is really good.

There was a rumble in the Director's office, followed by a crackle and a thud, as if someone was demolishing the house inside. This man dismantled again and again, and did not forget to scream when he dismantled it.

The entire inspection office building seemed to tremble, shake, and tremble in a piercing scream. Fierce fighting may not be heard inside and outside the building, but this penetrating shout can definitely be heard.

The shouting is accompanied by crying, the crying is accompanied by a cry for help, and the cry for help is a panicked tone.

It felt like an extremely tragic, extremely tragic, and terrifying desperate fight. All the officers of the inspection office were panicked and felt that something big was about to happen.

The wind outside the office blew for nearly ten seconds before stopping, and the hallway was once again clear.

If you look closely, instead of the main entrance to the Commissioner's office, the infiltrators can choose a wall on the side with a fireball technique. Behind that wall was Wilson's desk.

Orcs and dwarves jumped to their feet at the same time and hurried into the office. They hope that His Excellency the Director will not die too miserably, so that the whole body will be left behind, otherwise it will be impossible to deal with it.

But in the office, Director Wilson sat in his place dumbfounded. His office was big enough for the blast to vent.

Debris of the wooden wall was blasted everywhere in the bursting fireball. Many of them landed on the head of the director, looking like a chicken coop that had been attacked by a wave of air.

On the other side of the office, two charred corpses lay on the floor. Although its identity is still unclear, the famous and expensive cashmere carpet in the Northland has been soiled.

Around the corpse was a series of cratered critical hits, all of which were either charred and brittle, or shattered, as if a small-scale natural disaster had occurred.

This natural disaster was really tragic, and it destroyed the director's office, but all the furnishings of value were destroyed, and the floors and ceilings were completely destroyed, and they had to be rebuilt.

The corpses on the ground are even more evident, and the fireball technique cannot be compared.

What's going on?

What about the infiltrated attackers?

In just a dozen seconds, how did the situation change so quickly?

Just now, in the blink of an eye, the attacker threw himself on the floor.

"Mr. Wilson, are you alright?"

The orcs and dwarves were in a daze with axes, and two wizards rushed up behind them, flustered.

Director Wilson didn't say a word, his face was as if he was frightened, and he only pointed to his side.

Eve, wearing a black and white apron with white flowers on her head. Lorraine's little face was miserable, and she cried with tears: "I was just resting, and I dreamed that I had saved many poor people.

Suddenly this wall was broken, and there were two bad guys trying to bully me. I can't cast spells, I'm really scared. ”

So......?

What's going on?

Who did the two charred bodies on the ground?

Whose hand did the earth-shattering bombardment effect come from?

Who will resolve a dangerous crisis?

Everyone saw only one thing - the magic gems that the little girl had been holding in the palm of her hand for the past few days had all shattered into powder.