To Jiang Han's surprise, excellent-quality specimens were everywhere among these mass-market servants.
There were hardly any particularly useless demon servants.
It seemed that the poor quality associated with mass-market goods did not apply to witches. And servants produced by the Chinese Witch Association possessed one particular advantage.
"One-two-three-four, two-two-three-four..."
Witches in protective suits, staffs in hand, supervised a group of frenzied demons as they drilled basic formations.
The Eastern witches' favorite part of military training.
To Eastern witches, servant armies had never possessed the trait of "an inborn nature that cannot be reversed." No matter how savage a servant army was, so long as it could use firearms, they would train it in several simple formations before throwing it into the Abyss to fend for itself.
"When they return to camp the next day, we check their dog tags, then check which demons ran off or died, and replenish them the following day..." The saleswitch was named Luo Lingqing. A sunny smile hung on her face, and she carried the brimming enthusiasm of the nineties.
She spared no effort in introducing the servant army to Jiang Han.
"Before we took them over, demons generally fought either in close combat or with spell-like attacks. Most spell-like combat consisted of various combinations of blasphemous words and Fireball Spells. They had killing power, but they were unstable, and they were at a tremendous disadvantage in small-scale combat. Haah, unless they were in a world dominated by cold weapons, or one where firearms had too small a caliber and insufficient killing power, the demon legions' original methods of combat could produce miraculous results."
Jiang Han noticed that after one demon finished training, it let out a roar. The witches immediately pinned it down with spells and lashed it with magical spirit whips until it