"Go build my army, Angron! This is your last chance. If you screw it up again... I don't think I need to remind you what awaits you."
Faced with Kardum's command, Angron was nearly moved to tears with gratitude. Forgiveness and mercy were rare things in the Abyss, yet Angron had encountered them once. That alone was enough to touch him deeply.
"At once! Your will is our mission." In his excitement, Angron even blurted out a couple of refined-sounding phrases.
With that, Angron led a squad of Balors out of the throne hall like the wind, leaving another squad of Balors behind as guards, along with the dumbfounded Lanaya.
Seeing Angron act so efficiently, Solam was quite satisfied. At the same time, he was not worried that Angron would fail. For one thing, Angron's life was on the line, so he could not possibly hold back. For another, demons recruited armies very simply.
Setting aside the innate differences in strength caused by race, demon armies were fundamentally incomparable to human armies.
How did humans recruit an army?
First, they recruited able-bodied adults, which required careful selection. Next came equipment—uniform armor, weapons, and so on. Finally came training. In Faerûn, a qualified army required at least three years of training.
Do not think that was a short amount of time. In fact, that was the most optimistic estimate, since Faerûn's armies required trained professionals. At the very least, every soldier had to reach Level 3.
But demons?
Grab a bunch at random and there was an army. Any demon would do; there was no need to be picky. They needed no training either. Once caught, they could be used immediately. If they died, no one would feel sorry for them—after all, nobody would come asking for compensation.
Thus, in the