Alex stared at the dead Frost Werewolf before her, pondering her next move.
Should she turn it into bone beasts or just a regular undead?
Turning it into bone beasts would definitely strip it of its original magical abilities, but opting for regular undead felt a bit like a lottery.
Moreover, there was no guarantee of summoning powerful troops like bone dragons, ghost dragons, or zombie titans—it was all uncertain.
However, with a Commanding level of 6, even if she summoned a piece of shit, it would still be stronger than a standard creature.
"Hurry up and disassemble it!" Lucian, unaware of what Alex was contemplating as she looked at the werewolf creature, urged her from the side.
Alex shot Lucian a glare. Beneath the massive body of the Frost Werewolf, a gray magic circle suddenly emerged, completely covering the corpse.
Lucian and Samson watched in confusion.