One by one, the northern witches carefully withdrew from the room.
Before they left, they could not help but look at Soran curiously, and all of whom had gazes that seemed interested. A person that could let the Eye of the North appoint and stay was not ordinary. Faced with the gaze of so many high-grade witches, Soran felt a little stressed. They were almost equal to 80% of the top combat power of the North. Any one of these women was at the strength, status, and position of a City Lord level.
"Be seated."
The Eye of the North took a look at Gloria, then her gaze fell on Soran where she said slowly: "Thank you for your help this time! The Witch Council would be merciless against the enemy, but never stingy to friends! If you didn't kill that red dragon, I'm afraid our battle would not be so easily won. I'm going to bestow you a reward in return for your help. "
A faint magic aura emerged.
