"It seems I was mistaken; it's just a bigger rotten corpse, isn't it?"
Fang Jie gazed down at the new troops below, which were ogres turned into rotten corpses. Although they were now called corpse ogres, they were still just rotten corpses, inferior in every aspect.
They might have been of golden strength, but their combat ability was unquestionably the weakest among their rank.
It wasn't clear whether they inherited the ogres' low intelligence, but even after the transformation, their intellect was still less than that of the goblins of silver strength turned into rotten corpses—completely brainless creatures.
Sometimes, they couldn't even understand commands and would just attack blindly.
Their own plague was not weak; there was a great quantity of it, but the quality couldn't compare to Fang Jie's own infectors.