For most skeletons, Li could only give them simple commands. For example, when they had ambushed Reinhardt last time, Li had told Layla to lie in wait there for Reinhardt to attack, then counterattack him.
If they were ordinary skeletons, the only command Li could give them was: ambush.
They simply could not understand any additional instructions.
That was why Layla had given Li his greatest surprise. This fellow was incredibly intelligent—intelligent enough to astonish even Li. Not only could it understand commands, it could even learn other people's martial skills. As long as it watched something once, it would slowly learn the opponent's attack patterns and incorporate them into its own combat instincts.
However, Li knew absolutely nothing about necromancy. Even after summoning Layla, he still could not communicate with it properly. All he could do was stare at it for a while before sending it back into the summoning space.
Whenever Li had some free time, he began drawing Holy Marks. He had not forgotten the Holy Mark curse on Ankhseram. Those curses had been constantly devouring the power of this plane. If they truly drained this plane of all its power, Li figured he would have no choice but to flee for his life.
Time slowly passed, and Li watched the strength of those young noblemen steadily grow.
He felt rather depressed. These fellows were only moderately talented. Who knew when they would reach the level of strength they had possessed in the original work? At the very least, in the original work, all of them should have been around level seventeen or eighteen...
Of course, if they had already reached level seventeen or eighteen, there would be no need for all this trouble. They could simply swarm Peter's Castle and flatten the place.
Naturally, such thoughts