Lizzie had thought she was the only one who had been attacked by the enemy, but looking at the situation around the hall, it was clear that it wasn't what she thought.

This is the entrance hall of the town hall, but the foyer that used to be used by workers is now in ruins. It looks like there was a big explosion nearby, everything was blown away, and even the ground was covered with blackened marks.

The room was surrounded by crumbling wreckage, the pillars that supported the ceiling had broken several times, and the loose stone had been simply gathered together and reinforced with wood as a simple bunker. The mages stood behind cover and fixed their weapons in the direction of the depths of the corridor.

Lizzie was facing the building's main door, but the wooden gate was gone, and the part that had been a white metal frame was blackened and deformed. Fierce flames swirled around the ornaments on both sides, their blood-colored color, exuding a terrifying heat.

Under the continuous heat, flames were about to erupt from the nearby buildings, and the twisted and swollen walls were full of cracks, and the surface was peeling off from time to time. There was a mage who was still trying to suppress the fire, but with his ability, it was already quite difficult to slow down the spread of the flames.

The warm summer breeze blew through the door, and the pungent smell of blood mixed with the burning stench irritated everyone's nostrils. All of them were dyed blood-red, and not even the debris of the ruined ground had fallen—it was more shocking than the endless darkness.

Looking through the doorway covered in flames, the world seemed to be ignited by this ferocious flame, burning under the blood-red afterglow. But Lizzie knew it very well. The red wasn't a harbinger of the spread of fire, but a more frantic red magic.

If a person has enough strength. And if you have the will, then causing such damage is only a matter of fingertips. Undoubtedly. The Wizard is the closest to this Cheng dù, and if it seems that Dean François has this intention, he will probably be able to do it more beautifully than he is now.

Elemental powers such as electric shocks, storms, and fire can end human lives in an instant—but they are only part of the power that sorcerers possess. Spell is a kind of knowledge, and at the same time a "knowledge" that has the power to bring ruin to its enemies.

If this "knowledge" is exercised only for the sake of fighting, the mages can be extremely efficient killing machines, and sometimes only reason restricts them.

Magic is an innate element of human beings, and the use of magic is outstanding, and those who can master spells can naturally be called elites. However, people who use spells are relatively scarce though. But it should not be something people fear, but a close companion.

Without their efforts, human society would never have the prosperity it has today, at least the vast majority of people would still be ruled by backward ideas. Although the study of magic is not as close as the engineering science that can be mastered by simply learning it, it is undoubtedly a beacon that guides people on the path of progress.

Over the past many years, the Empire has adopted a policy of universal sorcery education, and the existence of sorcery has been transformed from a privilege that could only be mastered by a small number of people in the past to a technology that most people can understand. But this time the turmoil clearly reminded the citizens that the mage was still a different existence from the "ordinary people".

Originally, it was not because of their "approachability" that the sorcerers who were far more powerful than ordinary people became the objects of longing and left many widely spread deeds. Rather, it is because they act as a bridge between the ordinary and the beings who transcend human intelligence.

Indeed, the sorcerers have not always been portrayed in a positive light in the past - some have been active on the battlefield, slaughtering enemy armies, and some have abused magic for their own selfish purposes. Invest all your spells in the action to get the most out of yourself.

However, as Sain Democlera did this time, it is unprecedented to use the power of a mage to spread his magic power and carry out terrorist activities in an organized manner. In the past, they may have had some insignificant self-consciousness because of the so-called "noble status". Not to do everything.

So at the time of the chaos, some people in City Hall China were already worried that this fact would spread public unrest and suppressed the spread of information. However, the news of the attack on the town hall could not be blocked. It won't take long for this news to reach the ears of some "well-intentioned people" through various channels. Stand to reason. It won't be long before chaos and unrest spread among the masses.

The terrorist attack carried out by the True Eye alone had already caused panic and disorder in the entire social position, and the fact that the city hall was under attack by the enemy undoubtedly deepened the unease in the minds of the residents. Once fear and anger are generated, they can spread uncontrollably, and at worst, they may lead the citizens to shift the target of their hatred to the academy and its apprentices.

This was a situation that Cruise François tried to avoid, because if it really developed to this point, not only the Catrice alone, but the entire empire would have a huge impact on magic education. This was a welcome outcome for the Ultramarines who wanted to restore power, but it was clear that Sain Democlus was seeking more than that, and the mad magician would not stop destroying it.

"Hey, Lizzie, you didn't get hurt anywhere, did you?"

Curt put his luggage aside, and said to the girl who was a little stunned by thinking: "I heard Dean François say that you want to bring something here for him, why are you stepping on such a thing now? ”

He ran to Lizzie with an impatient look, but secretly gave her a "hurry up and do what I say" look—no doubt he wanted the girl to pretend she didn't know anything about it. Heavy footsteps shook the ground, and as he walked past the eldest sister's head, he quickly handed a small roll of paper to her, and then ran forward as if nothing had happened.

And Liqi standing on the piece of meat still looked groggy, and when she saw Curt, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she stumbled towards Curt. Like a puppet that had lost control, she fell off the back of the piece of flesh and fell into Curt's arms.

"There are definitely no injuries, but I'm better now. As Curt hugged Liqi's body, the girl's angry voice immediately echoed in his head, "Both the mood and the physical state are very good-so good that I want to disassemble a certain guy with a wind blade." ”

She really didn't have anything to ask for, but if she wanted to get rid of the relationship, she could only pretend to be unconscious - so that she could make up a reason for "being accused of being accused". Few of the people present had a perfect understanding of the spell, and they only needed to ask Dean François to help arrange the lie.

When Lizzie was locked in the space divided by the defense Rubik's Cube, Curt did not clearly receive the message from Lizzie, but some scenes were extremely clear. If there's anything worse than what Lizzie sees, it's probably the possibility that all the people in the meeting above have been killed.

Curt didn't say much, and with a flick of the flick she carried Lizzie behind her, then turned her head to look at the eldest sister and the mercenaries standing beside her. Most of them were veteran mercenaries often seen in the Southwind Tavern, and they were all covered with wounds from battle.

"Eldest sister, you guys should rest first, the reinforcements sent by the garrison will arrive soon. He said, but his eyes did not stop on the eldest sister's head, "Dean François is contacting the garrison, and it should not take long for the situation to settle down." ”

Obviously, they also felt here after a hard fight, and they were all quite tired now. Even veterans who have been trained in a hundred battles can hardly support a battle without rest for a long time, not to mention that the mercenaries usually do not have a lot of combat intensity, and I am afraid that they will be crushed if they are attacked a few more times.

Although there was still a slight sense of unease in his heart, Curt did not tell the others about this conjecture, and he no longer wanted to add any more elements that would lead to chaos. Again, perhaps everyone present guessed this possibility, but none of them would have said it through words.

Just as words have power, so does language. With the exception of real verbal spells, mainly ancient spells called "spells", the mere casual utterance of words by ordinary people can affect others through their own meanings.

Perhaps it can be said that manipulating people's hearts through language has already reached the realm of magic in itself, and even a magician who has studied the magic path for many years may not be able to do it.

Hum -

Just as Curt was pondering how to boost morale, a familiar buzz was heard in the distance. The sound of the commotion in the air soon became clear, so that everyone standing in the hall looked in the direction from which the sound came with puzzled faces, and clenched the weapons in their hands.

Before most of the people could react, there was a loud "clang" sound from the gate, which was already distorted by the flames. I saw a metal sphere reflecting silver light crash through the deformed skeleton and fly straight into the room full of enchanting red light.

The spherical piece of metal smashed into the pillars, leaving a small gap in the cracked stone before falling to the ground. And just as someone tried to get closer to the sphere to take a closer look at what it was, a low thud came from deep underground. (To be continued......)