As we all know, only the undead can generate and absorb the power of death, not the living, nor the dead, but Bradrick, as a dead man, can absorb the dead qi, and his revenant soul is also constantly moving closer to his corpse under the effect of the dead qi, what does this mean? This shows that he has the possibility of becoming an undead.

Then the question arises, he did not accept necromancy and was not infected with the plague, he was just an ordinary orc who was seriously injured and drowned, why would such an ordinary orc have the possibility of becoming an undead?

Soon I found the answer, death gas, it must be under the influence of my pure death gas that he can become an undead, among which death gas is not the key, the key is pure death qi, otherwise doesn't it mean that any undead can assimilate the dead?

As the breath of death continued to be released, Bradrick's ghost slowly moved closer to his corpse, so the question before me became whether to let Bradrick become an undead.

I am a walking corpse, so I know that being a walking corpse is very bitter, the body is rotten, the stench is overwhelming, there is no bitterness and sweetness, I can't enjoy the deliciousness, I can't go to sleep, marrying a wife and having children is even more delusional, and I have to accept the hatred and white eyes of the world, so to speak, except for resistance to beatings and infinite life, the undead really have no benefit at all.

Not to mention that the orcs are still a race that worships nature and ancestors, they believe in shamanism during their lifetime, and return to the arms of their ancestors after death, their life is a life of chasing nature, death is not the end, but a return.

The connection between the two is that turning Bradrick into an undead is a cruel and stupid thing to do, and it is the greatest blasphemy against an orc.

However, as Bradrick's soul continued to decline, I felt more and more unwillingness and longing, and even at a certain moment I gave up transporting dead air, Bradrick's dead soul directly boiled, anger, unwillingness, and prayer were mixed together, so that I had to send dead qi to his body again.

"What should I do, let him not become an undead?" At this moment, my brain was racing, weighing the pros and cons, and finally I decided to follow Bradrick's wishes and transform him into an undead.

The flood of pure death qi poured towards the palm of his right hand, and then opened the floodgates to release the water, and in an instant, the torrent of dead air drowned Bradrick, and a large amount of gray death qi flowed down Bradrick's skin into his flesh, internal organs, and bones.

The white and swelling light green corpse quickly turned gray and black, and there was so much dead air that Bradrick's body couldn't absorb it all, so in a second, a gray mist rose around Bradrick, enveloping him and me.

At the same time, Bradrick's ghost slammed into his corpse at lightning speed, just as a wanderer who had been wandering for many years was eager to return home.

"It's done!" The moment Bradrick's ghost came into contact with the corpse, I shouted excitedly.

However, before the words fell, an incredible scene shocked me and I couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south, only to see that at the moment when the dead soul and the corpse merged, the dead soul was bounced out again, although I couldn't see it, but all this was as clear as reflected in my mind.

"Ivanv, what the hell is going on, why can't it be fused?" Ignoring Bradrick's roaring ghost, I confronted Ivanf directly, perhaps only he, the Spirit of Death, could answer my doubts.

The point of light representing Ivanv began to flicker rapidly, I knew he was thinking, and after a few minutes, the point of light finally stabilized, and Ivanv said: "Maybe it's because of the lack of necromancy as a medium, maybe it's because he doesn't have a plague disease on him, maybe it's because his soul is bruised, maybe your dead energy isn't enough to fuse the two, maybe it's ......"

"Enough!" I'm almost blown up, and Ivanv has been thinking about it for a long time, maybe it's all special, maybe it's useful? I don't know necromancy, I can't create plague diseases, and I can't soothe wounded souls...... What is the use of saying this?

"Transforming the undead is a very advanced science, everyone has their own methods, I can't help you much about this, it's up to you."

On your own? For a while, I wanted to slap Ivanv twice, if I can solve it myself, why do I need to ask you, Ivanv, dog, day is really unreliable.

Hey, Ivanv can't count on it, it's only on my own, I'm enough, I turned around and turned back.

I really don't know how to do necromancy, and I'm even more confused about Arthas's trick of exalting frost sorrow to make all the dead stand up, so how do I get the souls and corpses to merge together? Suddenly my head went big.

Increase the dead air, no; Sending dead air to the dead soul through the air, failing; Forcibly bind the two with death air, well, Bradrick's revenant almost collapsed...... I've used all kinds of methods, but none of them work, the dead soul is still the dead soul, the corpse is still the corpse, and the two have no intention of combining.

Do you want Bradric to return to the arms of the orc ancestors? I was a little shaken, but the constant shouting above me kept telling me that he wanted to be resurrected, that he wanted to fight, that he wanted to continue to contribute to the future of the tribe.

"Bradik, there's really nothing I can do about it." Stopping the flow of dead air, I said to the revenant three feet above my head.

As if to understand that I had done my best, Bradrick's ghost gradually calmed down, no longer screaming, no longer screaming, but the sadness in it grew stronger.

Groov!

I couldn't help but feel my heart beating again, and at the same time, because of the sadness, my spirit was a little sluggish, and the feeling of powerlessness was really devastating.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, I felt a little strange, the spirit that was scattered and radiated seemed to have come into contact with something, like a person but not like a person, fluttering but condensed, sad and gratifying.

"Is it Bradrick?" There was no response, but I was 100 percent sure it was Bradrick.

Perhaps, you can give it a try with mental strength.

Reactivating the breath of death, Bradrick's revenant slammed into his corpse again, unlike before, this time, as the two were about to make contact, my spiritual power rushed towards his revenant and corpse.

Great, there is no rebound, I dare not slack off, while continuing to convey the dead air, the spiritual power is also constantly shuttling back and forth between Bradrick's soul and corpse, soothing the commotion of the two, penetrating the mysteries of the two, and erasing all the impurities and obstacles.

Gradually, the two began to merge, first the legs, then the torso, the arms, and then the skull began to slowly merge under the dual effect of death and spirit.

At the same time, Bradrick's corpse was also undergoing amazing changes, the bubbling corpse overflowed with a lot of water, the cracked wounds began to heal and heal, the green skin revealed a gray and black color, the hair was dry, the fangs turned black, and the whole person emitted a faint rancid smell.

Finally, at a certain point, Bradrick's ghost and corpse became completely one, and suddenly Bradrick opened his eyes the size of a brass bell, and then let out a long roar that shook the sky.

Roar!

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Locked in a small dark room and almost didn't come out, I'm sorry for the late update! (To be continued.) )