"All right, I can spend ten or twenty years training three legions. If I can spend that long growing stronger, I can just as easily wait for you to rise. I'll leave my fourth, still-unformed legion in your hands. Go find your own heroes. By the way, you don't want to join their ranks, do you?"
Liu Zhi looked at the other heroes. They all shook their heads.
As undead, they had no shortage of time. They were willing to wait rather than become subordinates to other heroes.
That was how legion structures worked. Only the legion commander had the authority to act independently. Other heroes could leave a legion after joining, but doing so meant giving up all the effort they had put in during that time.
The situation in Liu Zhi's three legions made that clear. The subordinate heroes would never have the chance to stand on their own and become legion commanders.
These heroes had seen their chance to become legion commanders. How could they let it pass? So they were willing to wait.
Besides, in their eyes, Liu Zhi couldn't possibly stop recruiting heroes or training the Undead Army in the years ahead.
That meant they might not have to wait long. Once enough heroes and troops joined them, they could form legions of their own.
Liu Zhi saw through their intentions at a glance. He also understood that, in the end, three to five of them would be fortunate enough to form legions. The rest might die in the game.
After all, the game was brutally realistic. Their troops could be replenished, but the game had the Heavenly Dao, players, and even its own consciousness. Anyone who entered the game and acted too conspicuously was asking for trouble.
They could enter quietly, but without missions