Chaos was the way of demons... That did seem to be the logic. We witches seemed far too hung up on allocating positions rationally—we had even considered the standard two-close, one-far tactical formation for demon servant armies... Jiang Han folded her hands together, inwardly pleased with her consultant's performance.
Veteran "old demons" like this always possessed experience that could make up for what witches failed to consider.
Glancing at her employer's face, Caroline, the Worm Witch, inhaled through the air and said:
"Based on your email, I can offer a suggestion."
She paused.
Jiang Han knowingly gave an mm and put on a curious expression.
"A suggestion?"
Having received a response, the Worm Witch contentedly inhaled through the air again. When she made that motion, the corners of her mouth dipped slightly, yet there was not a trace of sorrow in it. Instead, it gave off a freezing sensation, as if one's marrow were being sucked dry—slithering up the spine and clamping down on the cervical vertebrae.
Caroline took a small breath and said:
"As a low-magic plane, Testnango's localized battles will ultimately devolve into close combat. Preparing long-range firepower is certainly not bad, but I would more strongly recommend recruiting some Hellhounds and Ravager Demons, mixing them with Orc units equipped with nail guns, then charging in combined formations. This approach has never failed against forces in worlds dominated by cold weapons and lacking strategic spells."
The Worm Witches themselves had once landed in all manner of worlds as servant armies and recorded many tactics. After becoming witches, those experiences and tactics became their first bucket of gold.
Jiang Han took out the pocket watch she had recently bought, glanced at the time, and said with satisfaction:
"...Not bad. Today's appointments also include a trip to Blue-Clad Union Company.