"Sunwind, your mental power is indeed different from others, although I can't say how different it is, but I think you can give it a try, maybe you can save them from the Lich King's control!" Bradéric said.

"Without using any magic, with only powerful mind control like Arthas summoned the undead, it is indeed worth trying." Hawks said.

"It's just a try, what if you fail, you won't lose two pieces of meat!" Winster said.

Then, everyone started shouting, and although the words were messy, the core meaning was all for me to try to see if I could break the spiritual shackles that were tightly wrapped on the heads of the undead of the natural disaster.

It is easy to understand that everyone thinks so, although the Forsaken have now become an independent race, with their own cities, their own kings, heroic-level powerhouses, iron-blooded armies that are not afraid of death, the mysterious Royal Alchemy Society, and the well-informed and mysterious mage groups...... Suffice it to say, the Forsaken are no less than any other race.

However, this is only a superficial strength, and the Forsaken without a successor is like a castle built of sand, which will be scattered at the touch of a button.

The inability to reproduce, the inability to transform dead bodies into undead, is the only shackle that shackles the development of the Forsaken.

Before, I transformed Bradrick into a walking corpse, which was enough to excite the Forsaken present, and now, according to Frederick, I have the ability to snatch resources with the Lich King and free the controlled Scourge undead from the slavery of Arthas, which is not exhilarating to describe, it can be called exciting.

"It's okay to give it a try, but it's just a try, and you'd better be prepared to fail." It's not that I'm pretentious, but I know what it means that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and I really don't want to hit these poor people.

Huo and Keggins patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, no one will blame you." ”

"Well, whatever the outcome, we won't blame you." Everyone said in unison.

Roar!

At this moment, another cataclysmic spirit woke up from its weakness, looked at the crowd around him, and rushed towards me.

Very good, I'll cut you out, I secretly screamed in my heart, and then shouted to the crowd: "Grab him for me, remove his limbs and chin, I'm going to start experimenting." ”

So, all the Forsaken rushed towards the Cataclysmic Undead who rushed towards me, well, the words were very awkward, but the reality was like this, a dozen fourth, fifth, and sixth order Forsaken people pounced on a fourth-order walking corpse, and the startled walking corpse was a little suspicious of the corpse.

Click, click......

In less than ten seconds, the Scourge Undead was completely subdued, his legs snapped off the base of his thighs, his arms dislocated from his shoulders, and his already bloody jaws were torn to the chest by the brutal Forsaken.

What a tragic word!

Dispersing the crowd surrounding the undead of the Scourge, I crouched down and put my hand on his forehead...... Think about it.

To be honest, I really don't know what to do to break the mental shackles of Alsace on him and convey dead air? Or just attack his soul?

The former is very easy to do, but it doesn't have any use, and the latter is too mysterious, you must know that when transforming Bradrick, Bradrick's ghost can be said to be truly displayed in front of me, and I can also directly apply spiritual power to it.

But what about this scourge of the undead? When he was resurrected, his soul and body became one, and it was as difficult to launch a general attack on his soul without the aid of spells as it was to disassemble complex machinery with his bare hands without the right tools.

What to do? What to do? If he can't directly apply his spiritual power to his soul, salvation is undoubtedly wishful thinking.

"You can try to attach your spirit to your dead air, and then use the dead qi as a link to attack his soul, hey, in the final analysis, your spiritual power is too weak, otherwise you can forcibly attack his body and go straight to the depths of his soul." Ivan said on his cheeks.

Automatically blocking the second half of Ivanv's sentence, I began to concentrate, trying to fuse the spiritual power with the dead energy, the process is very simple, when the spiritual power is emanated from the brain, the dead energy in the head naturally gathers around the spiritual power.

"It worked!" Although the process was simple, I was still a little excited, but after the excitement, the mental power returned to my mind again.

But it doesn't matter, it's just too rusty, and when I get familiar with the manipulation of mental power, it won't happen.

Concentrate again, the spiritual power emanates from the mind again and mixes with the dead qi, this time, I don't think nonsense, but spread the spiritual power in the body until it reaches the palm of my hand.

From this process, I found that when the mental power and death qi merged, my ability to control it also improved significantly, and I thought that if I had this handy mental control ability when I transformed Bradrick, then Bradrick's soul would definitely be able to reduce a lot of pain.

The spiritual power slowly stabbed towards the forehead of the Heavenly Calamity Undead under the carrying of the dead qi, piercing his skin, carrion, and skull without any hindrance, and entering his brain.

A complete soul is like a complete body, with a head, limbs, and torso, but like the body, the key part of the soul is also the head, just like when my spiritual power enters the brain of the undead of the natural calamity, I see countless frozen chains running through it in an indiscreet and intricate manner.

Of course, the frozen chains are not real chains, but a reflection of the shackles of his soul, and in fact, it is impossible for a human head to hold countless chains.

The spiritual power lightly touched the iron chain, and in an instant, the ice on the iron chain melted away, and continued to increase the intensity, the iron chain broke in response, and then disappeared without a trace.

"There's a door!" I whispered, and then slashed my mental power at the other chain, which, like the first one, broke with a little force.

So, there is a third and a fourth...... Even the hundredth frozen iron chain broke and disappeared.

"It's too much, a hundred iron chains are not enough for all iron chains, when will it be a head if you cut it down one by one!" Looking at the countless frozen chains around me, my heart became ruthless, since it is too slow to cut down one by one, then I will cut it in pieces.

The spiritual power instantly increased tenfold, directly from a chopstick to a dagger, there was no ink, waving the dagger, I slashed in the soul of the undead of the natural disaster.

One by one, one by one, wherever the dagger went, the chains broke silently, and then disappeared again. Finally, at some point, all the chains disappeared without a trace.

The mental power withdrew from the undead's mind, and I looked into his eyes, and if the chain was to be cut, his eyes would surely return to clarity.

Sure enough, as I thought, when I looked at the undead, I saw clarity in his eyes, no longer the madness and bloodlust of the past, but the clarity of the clear.

"Welcome to the Forsaken!" (To be continued.) )