"Ghost Castle's servant army?"
Jiang Han inevitably thought of servant armies made up of skeletons, zombies, ghosts, and the like. But she had no aversion to corpses—after all, witches simply did not have such a thing. Her only concern was this:
By common impression, undead servant armies always felt like the very fragile type.
A fragile servant army was useful enough against weaker races.
But the Anse Elves were also a so-called spellcaster race, living beings where everyone could throw out all kinds of wide-area destructive spells.
Against an opponent like that, could undead creatures really be useful?
Jiang Han was deeply skeptical.
But she would never question the reliability of an undead servant army in front of a Ghost Witch.
Unlike their appearances, most Ghost Witches had rather sensitive nerves. Perhaps it had something to do with them placing powdered hearts inside ghost treasure chests.
Jiang Han carefully weighed her words, wiped away her sweat, and glanced again at the Unmeltable Ice she had made:
"..."
The six Cat Lamps perched atop the Unmeltable Ice had already become sixty.
Six giant cats were sprawled lazily beside the Unmeltable Ice.
Sure enough, in such scorching weather, a place to cool off was tremendously popular!
Jiang Han said softly:
"Your side produces undead servant armies, right? I'm not sure whether I have enough money to buy that many. After all, you know that undead servant armies have always been sold in bulk. Buying a small amount simply won't work."
Not wanting to buy in bulk was a good excuse.
Histeria saw through that excuse at once.
Ghost Histeria said with a chuckle:
"Listening to that, I can tell right away that you still doubt the reliability of undead servant armies. You have quite considerable doubts over whether they're truly good