Seeing that a Beginner Mage could only control twenty skeletons, Wu Heng was a little stunned.
"Who the hell wrote this? Could this be a pirated book?"
On his first day clearing the stairwell, he had already had nearly twenty skeletons.
How could there be so few?
The book also recorded that Necromantic Magic could at most transform corpses three levels above the caster. Otherwise, the corpse could easily collapse during conversion, or fail to establish a mental connection after being transformed, causing it to go out of control.
But none of that had happened to Wu Heng.
He was currently level four, while Bawudong, his highest-level skeleton, was level twelve.
That was clearly different from what the book recorded.
Wu Heng frowned, feeling that something was off.
Either the book's records were wrong, or he was exceptionally gifted—a born necromantic genius.
But his grades had never been anything special growing up, so the chances of him being a genius were slim.
Just as Wu Heng was preparing to keep reading.
Xiaoxiao floated over through the air, pointed north, and said, "Uncle, the auntie who makes Iron Spears is here."
Li Yahong?
He had indeed asked them to speed up production of the Iron Spears, but there was no need to deliver them every single day.
The surrounding Zombies had been cleared out, but there was no telling whether Zombies from farther away might wander over.
If they got infected, no one would be left to teach the skeletons how to use these tools.
"Where is she?"
Before Xiaoxiao could answer, Li Yahong's voice came through the Walkie-Talkie. "Are you there? I brought over the Iron Spears we made yesterday."
"Alright, I'm coming out now."
Wu Heng walked out through the North Gate and saw Li Yahong, along with the