The Director's office was hit by a fireball.

The rumbling vibration spread throughout the office building. All the staff in the building felt their feet jumping, the tables and chairs shaking, and even the ceiling seemed to be displaced.

This abnormality caused quite a lot of panic, and people ran around to find the cause of the incident, or fled and evaded. The most panicked one must be the person who was attacked.

It was late at night and Director Wilson was carefully reviewing more than a dozen personnel expenses. This could be done by just finding a few professional financial personnel, but there was no such person.

If the financial and human rights are not properly controlled, Director Wilson will do nothing. He was frowning and trying to compare the accounts to find possible mistakes, but the office was demolished.

The loud air roared, and the Director's butt was unstable and almost fell to the table. He subconsciously tightened his body, shrank his neck and hugged his head, and lay on the desk.

The office encountered a burst airflow, and all the paper documents on the desktop were blown around, which also made Wilson's hard work overnight disappear. He felt a burst of heat and almost fainted.

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

Eve Lorraine's desk was on Wilson's right, and the fireball attacked the wall on the right. After the explosion, the wall fragments shot the wall like bullets, and this alone could kill 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 orc outside yelled to warn, she suddenly looked up like a vigilant groundhog and looked around.

Have an enemy?

Where?

No matter what, I will pinch a gem first.

Lorraine held the gems in her little slap, eating, drinking, urinating, and sleeping, and never let go of anything she did. She had studied the arcane techniques in the gems countless times.

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

Shield Technique.

Simple and effective first-level defense arcane.

The transparent force field shield can greatly strengthen defense. One shield only defends against a single direction. However, the Haoshi in Lorraine's hand stores three shield techniques, protecting her 360 degrees.

The shield appeared very timely, because when Lorraine stared at the direction of the office door, the wooden wall beside her was blown away. The loud noise scared the little girl and screamed - Help!

The shock wave came, and the three-sided shield protected Lorraine very well. On the contrary, Wilson behind her was affected by the hot air waves.

The director hugged his head and hid, and his ears were buzzing and his hair was like grass when he looked up. He realized that he was attacked, but he didn't know where to hide.

Lorraine screamed "Help" and then cried out, "I really can't cast spells."

The smoke in the gap rolled and kept surging.

Without saying a word, the little girl picked up a gem to crush it. Two red and hot rays immediately appeared at her fingertips, like a rushing stream blocking the gap.

Two assassins rushed in with a gap of thick smoke, and were hit by a ray. The two men were holding daggers and staring at the target with their eyes wide open. Suddenly, they were in purgatory, with fire in front of them surrounding their bodies with high temperatures.

Wow.....

Courage was instantly replaced by fear.

This is a damn trap.

Otherwise, why is it such a coincidence?

The two assassins wanted to dodge, but the third gem was also crushed.

This time, there was also a loud bang, and two conical high-temperature airflows covered the broken wall gap. The two assassins were hit by the body, and their bodies were blown up and fell to the floor.

Immediately afterwards, the fourth and fifth gems were crushed at the same time, and a series of magic spheres shot out, huh and huh and bang endlessly.

No one can rush in through the gap at this moment.

This series of accidents happened too quickly. When the fireball exploded, Wilson's heart was about to explode. But he raised his head and sat in his seat, dazed to watch the whole process.

What did this little girl just say?

Can't cast spells?

So how did this endless series of magic come about?

It's really hidden!

Lord Lord treats me so well, his personal maid is indeed amazing.

There was a roar in the director's office, followed by a crackling clang, as if someone was demolishing the house inside. The man demolished it again and again, and he still screamed when he demolished it.

The entire inspection office building seemed to be trembling, shaking and shaking in a harsh scream. You may not necessarily hear the fierce fighting sounds inside and outside the building, but you can definitely hear the extremely penetrating shout.

There was a crying sound, a crying sound, a panic-free tone in the call for help.

It felt like an extremely tragic, extremely tragic, and extremely terrifying fight to the death. All the personnel of the Inspection Office were panicked and felt that something big was about to happen.

The storm outside the office took nearly ten seconds before stopping, and the view in the corridor was clear again.

Looking closely, the intruders used fireball techniques to blast open the main door of the director's office, but they could choose a wall on the side. Behind that wall was Wilson's desk.

The orcs and dwarves jumped at the same time and hurried into the office. They hoped that the Director would not die too badly, and at least leave a whole body, otherwise they would be unable to submit the work.

But in the office, Director Wilson sat in his seat in a daze. His office was big enough that the explosive airflow had enough room for venting.

The wooden wall fragments were bombarded everywhere in the bursting fireballs. Many of them fell on the head of the director, looking like a chicken coop that was attacked by air waves.

On the other side of the office, two charred bodies swelled on the floor. Although they were still unclear about their identity, the famous and expensive cashmere carpet in the north had been stained.

Around the corpse is a series of bumpy and critical strikes. All the displays are either charred and crisp, or broken or broken, as if a small-scale natural disaster has occurred.

This natural disaster was really tragic. It ruined the Director's office. Any valuable decorations were destroyed, and the floor and ceiling were completely destroyed and they had to be renovated.

The corpses on the ground are even more proof that fireball techniques cannot be compared with them.

What's going on?

What about the infiltrating attacker?

In just over ten seconds, how did the situation change so quickly?

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

"Mr. Wilson, are you okay?"

The orcs and dwarfs were stunned while fucking the axe, and two wizards squeezed up from behind, feeling panic.

Director Wilson didn't say anything, as if he was frightened, and only pointed at him with his finger.

Eve, wearing a black and white apron, had a miserable face and cried in tears: "I was just resting and dreamed that I had saved many poor people."

Suddenly the wall was broken, and two bad guys wanted to bully me. I can't cast spells, I'm really scared."

so what......?

What exactly happened?

Who did the two burnt corpses on the ground?

Whose bombardment effect is produced by?

Who resolves a dangerous crisis?

Everyone only saw one thing - all the magical gems that the little girl had been holding in her palms these days were broken into powder.
Chapter completed!