The Harpies flapped their wings.
They scrambled to answer Zhao Chi's questions.
"Stone wall, caw."
"Lots of Humans, caw."
"All stupid, caw."
"Don't look like enemies, caw."
"Look like they can't fight, caw."
"Humans working, caw."
'There are a lot of Humans here?'
'And stone walls?'
A Human's Attributes weren't outstanding, but well-trained Soldiers who could fully utilize their strength would still have decent Combat Power.
Zhao Chi felt a little worried.
It wasn't that he was afraid of losing, just that they would be held up for a while.
But after hearing the rest, Zhao Chi relaxed.
The Harpies said they were stupid, didn't seem like enemies, couldn't fight, and were working.
They were probably the Humans responsible for production in Zhao Ji's territory.
The Combat Power of such ordinary Human Craftsmen was indeed poor; they really couldn't be considered fighters.
Each of these Peach Blossom Women could take on several of them without a problem.
