By noon, the army still hadn't moved.
Lomisa was already weary.
"Let them stay there if they want."
Lomisa waved a hand, "Keep an eye on them."
Her tone was filled with indifferent disdain.
Ghouls don't need food.
When they get too hungry, they'll devour each other.
But the human army is different.
Those soldiers need to eat every day, requiring a huge consumption of provisions.
Osca didn't think so, hesitated for a moment, then spoke,
"My lord, do you think they might have some kind of plot?"
The spies Osca had sent out before were all captured, and now there was no information.
Osca thought that Luo De wouldn't do anything meaningless.
"It doesn't matter."
Lomisa was indifferent, gave a light snort,
"After our Corpse Witches are successfully refined, it doesn't matter if we give them these ghouls."
Osca nodded, but still felt uneasy,
"My lord, should we consult our God Lord and dispatch more ghouls here?"
