Illusionist Johnson caught fire on his buttocks, screamed, and escaped from his burrow like a staggered gopher and jumped out of the third floor of the Inspectorate's office building.

After landing, Johnson broke his thigh with a click. So he screamed even more miserably, like a frightened crow in the night, with a mournful cry accompanied by convulsions, fainting in pain, fainting and waking up in pain, and so on several times.

Powell also scolded and jumped out of the window. The landing of the dry agent was much more beautiful, but he ignored Johnson, slapped his ass and left, and escaped into the darkness.

The 'detonation' effect of the assassination was indeed large, and the entire inspection office was alarmed, and a large number of guards gathered. Someone saw the broken windows on the third floor, and also stared at the infiltrator who fell to the ground and rolled.

Johnson rolled a few times to extinguish the fire on his buttocks, and scrambled to pull out a bottle of healing potion from his pocket and swallow it in his stomach.

The owl pet has cast a hazy spell to make the surroundings of his unlucky owner unpredictable, and the darkness seems like reality.

The healing agent worked, and Johnson got up from the ground sweating profusely. His robes were charred and tattered, his hair was smoking like an explosion, and the staff in his hand was broken, and only a small section remained.

Thankfully, it's alive.

The hazy technique temporarily frightened the guards of the inspection office, and they did not dare to step forward. Johnson then hurried on. He used camouflage to change his appearance, took advantage of the darkness and chaos, and finally escaped.

Back at the illusion hut where he was hiding, Johnson didn't even have time to catch his breath. There was a sharp knocking outside the room, and Powell was heard shouting, "Johnson, let me in." I know you've escaped. ”

The illusion wall opens, and Mr. Spy swoops in from the outside.

This man looked no better than Johnson, his clothes were tattered like a string of strips of cloth, his sleeves and trouser legs were gone, and his head was covered with burns and black ashes, as if he had escaped from a bitter kiln.

As soon as the two met, Johnson grabbed Powell's neck first, and scolded angrily: "I suspect that you are a traitor and deceived us to death."

The inspection office is clearly a trap, and all my men are dead in it. I barely managed to escape. It's all based on your advice. ”

The illusionist was like a pot of boiling hot water, gurgling and churning with angry bubbles. He was so angry that he almost grabbed Powell with both hands.

Powell was even more angry, pushed Johnson away, and scolded: "If I am a traitor, I can still let you live?" What does it matter to me that you have made your own mistakes?

I originally wanted to persuade you, but I know that persuasion is useless. Just give you a few targets, and who knew you would go and kidnap the most difficult Wilson?

You also brought your men to coerce me to go with you. If I don't agree, will you slaughter me first? This is entirely a consequence of your hubris.

Not only are you arrogant, you're stupid. This move has failed, and it is definitely that you have repeatedly stepped on the point and have been discovered.

Only you, a pig, would come up with a 'genius' idea to detonate the contradictions in the city. Well, now you've done a great job. ”

The two were not convinced by each other and scolded each other.

Until the owl flapped its wings and flew over and said, "The whole city is under martial law, and the people of the inspection department are guarding all the intersections." The Wizard's Tower is monitoring the whole city, and if you keep arguing, you won't have to argue for a while. ”

Hearing that the Wizard's Tower was in action, Johnson immediately shut up. He pulled a scroll out of his pocket and tore it open to reveal a ball of light, the power of magic obscuring the existence of the Illusion Hut.

Powell was not in the mood to quarrel, and instead asked worriedly: "Have the various forces in the city fought?" Will we be discovered? ”

Johnson affirmed: "Don't worry. Old Banker is gone with the longlegs. The wizarding group in the city doesn't even have apprentices to the prophecy department. They can't use the detection powers of the Wizard's Tower.

The move I planned didn't work out. But Victor. Hugo will definitely be furious, and there will be a good show to watch. ”

The two eased slightly, and then looked at each other viciously again.

Johnson decided that Powell's intelligence was wrong, and Powell was stupid to bite Johnson to death. But now the two of them are grasshoppers on a rope, and no one can do without the other.

The Longlegs sent several squads to Coldwind City to cause trouble. The Lord of the Guard, Exxon, took a few knights, and Powell took the agents of the former Inspectorate. Johnson, who was good at illusion, took the family-trained assassins with him.

Exxon's operation failed. Powell's collusion also didn't work.

Ninety percent of Johnson's adventure ...... smooth until a fireball blasted through the Commissioner's office, and two assassins went in first to capture their target.

Outcome......

Who knows what's going on? It feels like you've been ambushed.

Hidden in the office is a wizard who has mastered advanced arcane skills such as quick spell casting, silent spell casting, and extremely effective spell casting. As soon as the two assassins entered, they didn't even see each other, and two 'flame rays' blasted in.

The characteristic of the plastic energy system is that it is powerful. The first-order 'Flame Ray' is fast, accurate, and has a strong burning effect, which can ignite the victim like a torch.

Forget about two 'flame rays', Johnson, who followed behind, still wanted to save his own assassins. As a result, there were two more 'steam jets' on the opposite side.

It is also a first-order arcane arteon of plastic energy, and the 'steam jet' spews out high-temperature water vapor in a thirty-degree cone.

This arcane can't set people on fire. But the shock air it creates can push enemies out of the way, and incidentally burn the target.

Powell was following the two Assassins, and it was luck that he didn't get caught by the 'Flame Ray', but he was struck by the 'Steam Jet'.

Mr. Spy didn't have time to react, and his clothes were ruined. When he fled, his skin was red, the pain was unbearable, and his hair and eyebrows were all gone, like a pig that had been burned and faded.

Johnson, who was following behind, was stupefied by the instantaneous influx of arcane attacks. He didn't even see what was going on in the office, he just knew that it wasn't right, so he hung a 'Protective Energy Damage - Flame' on himself, and then turned around and ran.

Anyway, no matter what the situation, a wizard who can send four arcane spells in one breath will definitely be able to send four more.

Illusion wizards aren't good at going head-to-head with the Plastic Arts, and Johnson is right to turn around and run away. Facts have proved that his judgment is not correct at all.

This was followed by two 'steam jets' followed by a wave of 'secondary shock balls'. Dense and dense flew out of the blasted wall holes.

Damn, the third wave of the enemy's attack is not 'fire', it's 'electric shock'.

The fire on Johnson's ass was lit by an electric shock ball. His fluffy exploding head was also a consequence of the electric shock. He jumped out of the broken window on the third floor without his life, and he was forced to take the risk by the electric shock ball.

Luckily, Johnson escaped the Inspectorate alive. Now he knew that the director's office couldn't break in, Director Wilson couldn't kidnap indiscriminately, and Wilson still had a powerful wizard around him who couldn't be provoked casually.

But if you think about it, who is that powerful wizard?

Powell and Johnson were bombarded by the arcane from beginning to end, and they didn't figure out who was bombarding them.

The only thing that could be seen was the two Assassins who rushed in first. But now they were all turned into two charcoal corpses that had fallen to the ground, the ripe kind.

Who is so lacking in morality, silent, and waiting for the rabbit to hide inside?

It's too bad.