"Wow, this old man looks so handsome!"
Yaya couldn't help but be dazzled, whispering to herself in her heart.
She had just felt a very familiar power.
Compared to her control, the strength of Archmage Kronorman was incomprehensible.
This did not affect Yaya's sense of "closeness" to him.
The reason was simple; Yaya wanted to learn this move.
Matthew's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, savoring again the might of the legendary spell, and without a second thought, urged Yaya to drop down, while he said to Kronorman:
"I was originally leading soldiers, stationed more than 100 kilometers away from the Scarlet Fortress, at the Scarlet Pass."
"Logically speaking, that matter should have had nothing to do with the Orcish God, however, I vaguely feel there is some connection."
He noticed Kronorman's curious gaze.
