Weasley's Armory?!

With Acromantulas, whose magic resistance was equally formidable and whose numbers exceeded those of Trolls by who knew how many times, serving as meat shields and cannon fodder, it no longer mattered whether a race like Trolls—which killed a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of its own—was present or not.

After all, Acromantulas would not be like Trolls, who might not hit an enemy when they swung their clubs, but would certainly sweep down whole swathes of allies at their feet.

"Luke Wood, every Werewolf I could gather is in this village. There are eight hundred and ninety-five in total."

Greyback looked coldly at Luke Wood as he spoke.

Though there were fewer than a thousand Werewolves in this village, one had to remember that the entire British wizarding world only had several tens of thousands of wizards. The fact that there were eight hundred and ninety-five Werewolves was already the result of Greyback's years of frantically infecting young wizards.

Luke Wood nodded slightly and said approvingly, "The Dark Lord will be grateful for your contribution, Greyback. The future the Dark Lord promised the Werewolves will be realized once Hogwarts Castle and the Ministry of Magic fall to us!"

Greyback said flatly, "As long as the Dark Lord keeps his promise and, after ruling the British wizarding world, reliably sends two hundred young wizards under the age of five to the Werewolf village for infection each year, the Werewolves will remain forever loyal to the Dark Lord."

Luke Wood looked at the pale-faced vampire and asked, "Fabrizio, how many vampires have you gathered?"

At that, the vampire named Fabrizio revealed a bitter smile. "A total of three hundred and seventy-two vampires are willing to join the Dark Lord's grand plan."

Luke Wood frowned. Clearly, the number Fabrizio