The illusionist Johnson caught fire on his buttocks and screamed, like a hurried gopher escaping from the cave and jumping out of the third floor of the inspection office building.
After landing, Johnson broke his thigh with a crack. So he screamed even more miserably, like a crow being disturbed in the night, screaming with convulsions, fainting with pain, fainting with pain, and waking up again and again.
Powell also jumped out of the window cursingly. The spy’s landing was much more beautiful, but he ignored Johnson, patted his butt and left, and escaped into the darkness.
The'detonation' effect caused by the assassination was indeed great. The entire inspection office was alarmed, and a large number of guards gathered. Someone saw the broken window on the third floor and stared at the intruder who fell to the ground and rolled.
Johnson rolled a few times to put out the fire on his butt, and then hurriedly took out a bottle of healing potion from his pocket and swallowed it into his stomach.
The Owl Familiar used the obscurity technique to make the scenery around the unlucky master unpredictable, seemingly illusory in the dark.
The healing potion worked, and Johnson got up from the ground in sweat. His robe was scorched and tattered, his hair exploded and smoked, and his staff broke, leaving only a short section.
Fortunately, it's still alive.
The obscurity technique temporarily bluffed the guards of the inspection office and dared not step forward. Johnson had time to continue running in a hurry. He used disguise to change his appearance, taking advantage of the chaos in the dark, and finally escaped.
Back in the illusion hut where he was hiding, Johnson didn't have time to take a few breaths. There was a rapid percussion outside the room, and Powell shouted outside: "Johnson, let me in. I know you have escaped."
The illusion wall opened, and Mr. Secret Agent came in from outside.
This person's appearance is no better than Johnson's. His clothes are tattered like a string of cloth, his sleeves and trouser legs are missing, his body is burned, and his face is covered with black ashes, as if he escaped from a bitter kiln.
As soon as the two met, Johnson grabbed Powell by the collar and yelled angrily: "I suspect you are a rape and cheated us to death.
The inspection office is obviously a trap, and all of my men died in it. Even I almost failed to escape. This is all after listening to your suggestions. "
The illusionist is like a pot of boiling hot water, gurgling bubbles of anger. He was so angry that he almost grabbed Powell with both hands.
Powell was even more angry. He pushed Johnson away and cursed: "If I'm an insult, I can still keep you alive? What's the fault of your own fault
I originally wanted to persuade you, but I know that persuading is useless. Just tell you a few goals. Who knew you would kidnap the most difficult Wilson
You brought your men and threatened me to go with me. If I don't agree, will you kill me first? This is entirely the consequence of your arrogance.
Not only are you arrogant, you are too stupid. This hands-on failure is definitely because you have repeatedly stepped on the spot and have been discovered.
Only you, a pig, can come up with a'genius' idea, actually going to detonate the conflict in the city. Well now, you did a beautiful job. "
The two were not convinced by each other and yelled at each other.
Until the owl flapped its wings and flew over and said, "The whole city is under martial law, and all the intersections are guarded by the inspectorate. The Wizard's Tower is detecting the whole city. If you continue to quarrel, there will be no need to quarrel for a while."
Hearing that the Wizarding Tower was all in action, Johnson immediately shut up. He took out a scroll from his pocket, and after tearing it open, a ball of light appeared, and the power of magic concealed the existence of the illusion hut.
Powell was not in the mood to fight either, and instead asked anxiously: "Are the various forces in the city fighting? Will we be discovered?"
Johnson said affirmatively: "Don't worry. Old Bank has left with Longlegs. The wizarding group in the city does not even have apprentices to study the prophecy department. They can't use the detection ability of the wizard tower.
The move I planned was unsuccessful. But Victor Hugo will definitely be furious, and there will be some good things to watch next. "
The two of them eased slightly, and looked at each other fiercely again.
Johnson believes that Powell's intelligence is wrong, and Powell killed Johnson as stupid. But now the two are grasshoppers on the same rope, and no one can do without either.
The long-legged family sent a number of teams to Coldwind City to make trouble. The guard lord Exxon took several knights, and Powell took the secret agents of the original inspection hall. Johnson, who is good at illusion, brought the assassins cultivated by the family.
Exxon's action failed. Powell's collusion was not effective either.
Johnson's adventure... Ninety percent of the whole process went very smoothly, until a fireball blasted through the director's office, and two assassins took the lead to get the target out.
The result...
God knows what's going on? It feels like an ambush.
Hidden in the office is a wizard who masters high-level arcane skills such as fast casting, silent casting, and extremely effective casting. The two assassins had just entered, without seeing their heads clearly, two'flame rays' blasted over.
The characteristic of the plastic energy system is its great power. The first-order'flame ray' is fast, hits accurately, and has a strong burning effect, which can ignite the subject like a torch.
It doesn't matter if you fire two "flaming rays", Johnson who follows behind still wants to save his assassins. As a result, there were two more "steam jets" on the opposite side.
It is also the first-order arcane of the plastic energy system, and the "steam jet" sprays high-temperature water vapor in a thirty-degree cone.
This arcane is not enough to ignite people. But the impact airflow it creates can push the enemy away suddenly, and by the way, it burns the target to death.
Powell followed the two assassins. It was luck that he did not catch the'flame ray', but he was hit by the'steam jet'.
Mr. Detective had no time to react, and his clothes were ruined. When he ran away, his skin was red, the pain was unbearable, his hair and eyebrows all fell off, like a pig being scalded and fading.
Johnson, who was following behind, was frightened by the instantaneous intensive arcane attacks. He didn't even see what was going on in the office, only knew that the situation was not right, put a "protective energy damage-flame" on himself, and then turned around and ran away.
Anyway, no matter what the situation is, a wizard who can cast four arcane spells in one go must be able to cast four more.
Illusory wizards are not good at attacking the plastic energy system. Johnson turned around and fleeed. The facts also proved that his judgment was correct.
Immediately after the two "steam jets", there was a wave of "secondary electric shocks". Densely flew out of the holes in the blasted wall.
Damn, the enemy's third wave of attacks is not a'flame', it's an'electric shock'.
The fire on Johnson's ass was lighted by electric shocks. His fluffy explosive head was also the result of the electric shock. He desperately jumped out of the broken window on the third floor, an adventure that was forced by the electric shock.
With luck, Johnson escaped from the inspection office alive. Now he knew that the director's office could not be rushed into, and the director Wilson could not be kidnapped, and Wilson was hiding a powerful wizard who could not provoke casually.
But if you think about it carefully, who is that powerful wizard
Powell and Johnson were bombarded with arcane magic from start to finish, and they didn't know who was bombarding them.
Probably only the two assassins who rushed in were able to see clearly. But now they are all turned into two coke that fell on the ground, the kind that is ripe.
Who is so wicked, not saying a word, hiding in there and waiting for a while
so bad.