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Zhao Hua, who covered his face, fell silent, doubting his life.

Mo Lan didn't know what happened after he left, and his little nephew Zhou Hao had long been forgotten by him... oh no, he was released.

Anyway, Al was with him, and Al looked dazed, but Mo Lan would never forget that Al was originally an orphan at the bottom of Red Maple City. He was able to survive in Red Maple City at that time, and his survival wisdom was far beyond human Phenomena, at least it is enough to take care of the little nephew.

And anyway, with Al's self-control, he will ask Zhou Hao to teach him when the time comes, and he will coax Zhou Hao to smile and be full of confidence during the lecture.

In addition, the regular reports every night also let Mo Lan know their itinerary well, so he can't be more at ease.

But the only thing Mo Lan worried about was death. He was worried that Al would die in the game, because of the extremely high degree of reality, intense pain and even torture causing mental damage.

Mo Lan has no good way to deal with this, but can only protect him and prevent him from going to dangerous places.

Then there is an agreement, if you are caught, you don't care about anything, just go offline, and if it is too late for normal logout, press the emergency logout button.

After emphasizing it again and again, Mo Lan felt relieved.

"These undead were just ordinary beasts."

Mo Lan muttered to himself, holding a dagger in his hand and hitting a rib, the sound of the dagger colliding with the rib made a clanging sound, as if hitting metal.

"The ribs of a common beast."

Mo Lan held the dagger behind her back and slammed all the way down. The sharp dagger slashed across the surface of the ribs, leaving only a faint scratch.

Although the undead has been controlled by Mo Lan, he still turned his head, watching Mo Lan's ribs with a dagger in his empty eyes.

"Hiss, it's hard, it's harder than ordinary beasts."

Mo Lan looked at the rib where a deep scratch had already appeared, and the rib had been cut in half.

Mo Lan looked at the rib and fell into deep thought, then released a fireball, carefully controlling the fireball to graze the rib.

Under the control of Mo Lan's powerful mental power, the one-ring magic fireball is extremely well-behaved. Even if it is brushed, it will not explode at all, but the high temperature of the fireball will still burn the ribs to black even if it is only for a moment.

Mo Lan recalled for a moment, picked up her water glass and poured it up, the water fell on her scorched ribs.

Click click!

The skeleton made a loud bang, and then it turned into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Mo Lan raised his head, only to find that the empty eye sockets of the undead were silently looking at him, which made him a little embarrassed.

Looking at only half of the ribs left, he fell into deep thought.

"As long as this side is also removed, it will not only leave one side, resulting in asymmetry."

"Planned."

Mo Lan once again summoned a fireball to graze over the ribs, making it charred and then poured the water that had just been filled.

Click, click, click, click!

The ribs on this side turned into pieces and fell to the ground, leaving space on both sides.

Listening to the crisp voice, Mo Lan looked into the empty eye sockets of the undead with a clear conscience.

"I've solved the problem for you..."

However, just halfway through the words, he suddenly sat up straight, his face suddenly became serious, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise mixed with the seriousness.

"What was that just now?"

Just now, at the moment when the undead's rib shattered, Mo Lan felt a very strange but faintly familiar fluctuation.

The fluctuation that made Mo Lan lose his composure was very similar to the fluctuation of the structure in the altar.

Mo Lan immediately mobilized the structure in the altar model.

Seeing this structure with his own eyes, Mo Lan healed in his heart and felt that the two of them were similar.

Mo Lan took a deep breath after confirming this conclusion, quite emotional.

"I didn't expect it. I thought it would take a long time to solve this problem, but I just discovered it today."

After Mo Lan finished speaking, he condensed a fireball in his hand and smiled at the undead.

The fireball lightly grazed the ribs, and a glass of water poured down.

Click click!

Compared to before, this time Mo Lan was more focused, his mental power shrouded the whole body of the undead, shrouded inside and outside the fire of the undead, and watched intently.

A channel fluctuated in a flash, and Mo Lan felt it more clearly this time. The structure in the altar model was suspended next to it. Mo Lan compared it a little, and the similarity was extremely high.

"Hahaha, there is no way out, there is no way out, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is another village, cool!"

Chapter 205 Pets

"This is it!"

Mo Lan smiled.

The channel structure, which has been unable to be found for a long time on Warcraft, was discovered by chance in the process of studying the undead.

This unexpected surprise made Mo Lan smile, and he immediately realized it.

"This channel structure should be a structure on the soul level, so it cannot be found on the body level."

Mo Lan silently guessed.

"And there are too many interferences on the monster, whether it's blood, skin membrane, heartbeat, etc., all interfere with Mo Lan's perception invisibly.

But the undead are different, there is nothing, no heart, no blood, no muscles, no interference, only a bare skeleton.

So there was no interference at the moment when the soul channel appeared, and it was directly captured by Mo Lan.

The undead exist by relying on the dead energy. The dead energy gathers together and is highly compressed. If it is just like this, it will be fine. There will be nothing but a dense mass of dead energy.

Until in the center of the dead air, a remnant soul was slowly ignited under the wrapping and compression of the dead air, turning into a ball of flame.

The flame burns from the inside to the outside, igniting the dead air little by little, thus turning it into the fire of the undead.

The fire of the undead tempers the dead air, and the dead air tempers the bones, and slowly becomes an undead. "

Mo Lan muttered to herself.

So attacking the substance of the ribs should be enough.Attacking the dead energy, and attacking the dead energy will pry things at the soul level.

"This undead does not have physical muscles and nerves at all, and it is impossible to manipulate the body like a normal creature.

Therefore, the undead manipulating the body must be at the level of the soul, so attacking the bones will definitely touch the dead energy, which will lead to touching the soul.

And in the process of touching the soul, the channel must be opened, and only then can there be the wave of fluctuations I feel. "

Mo Lan muttered to herself, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"If I can capture the moment when the channel opens, then maybe I can enter the fire of the undead with spiritual power, and touch the remnant soul that has turned into flames in the depths of the undead."

Mo Lan muttered to herself.

"If I leave a spiritual mark that belongs to me inside, will this undead submit to me forever and be controlled by me?"

Mo Lan withdrew her eroded mental power and calculated carefully.

The mental power spread all over the undead, Mo Lan was silent for a moment, and then he endured the pain of the death aura eroding and covering the undead's entire body.

After getting ready again, he withdrew his mental power and pulled it violently!

At this moment, all the dead energy on the undead's body was twitched by Mo Lan, that is, at this moment, Mo Lan caught that wave.

It's a pity that the channel fluctuations were fleeting and failed.

Mo Lan didn't sigh at all. For him, one-time success is almost certain, and this is the norm.

Only through repeated failures can we gradually find the path to success and grow gradually.

"continue."

Mo Lan only took a moment to spread his mental power all over the undead's body again, and yanked it at the moment he was ready!

The whole body of the undead caused violent fluctuations of death energy. At this moment, a passage of nothingness appeared instantly, and Mo Lan's mental power rushed directly into it.

It's a pity that it was still empty, Mo Lan took a deep breath and tried again.

Once, twice, three times, ten times!

Time and time again, when Mo Lan's hands couldn't take it anymore, she withdrew her mental power and began to meditate, recovering her traumatized mental power little by little.

After recovering mental power, Mo Lan started the experiment again.

After an unknown number of experiments, Mo Lan finally sensed the passage, with extremely skillful movements, instantly seized that opportunity, and rushed in with mental power crazily.

After the influx of Mo Lan's spiritual power, the channel that would disappear in an instant seemed to be solidified, and a smile appeared on Mo Lan's face.

It's just that the severe burning and stinging pain that followed made Mo Lan's brain twitch suddenly, and his face turned pale.

"hiss."

The strong dead air inside brought a strong corrosive effect, making Mo Lan feel a sharp stinging pain in his mental power every moment.

Enduring the pain, Mo Lan began to create a mental imprint.

One ring after another, one chain after another, it didn't take long for a spiritual branding opportunity to take shape directly.

Feeling the spiritual imprint, Mo Lan took a deep breath, and found the core of the half soul that had turned into flames.

Looking at this flame, Mo Lan took a deep breath and directly imprinted his spirit!

The spiritual imprint surrounded this flame, and then shrank suddenly, firmly binding the core flame.

Seeing the rapidly corroded mental imprint, Mo Lan quickly withdrew his mental power, and after withdrawing his mental power, the channel was closed and disappeared without a trace.

However, although the channel disappeared without a trace, Molan still has a sense of the spiritual power, and it seems that he can still control it, and it seems that he can convey his own nature, and it seems that he can convey the spirit of the undead... mood?

"call!"

Take a deep breath, go deep into the fire of the undead to directly withdraw the spiritual power to control the undead.

The moment Mo Lan withdrew his mental power, he was ready to clenched his fists and hit the undead, but found that the undead stood motionless.

Seeing this, Mo Lan was overjoyed and shouted in a low voice.

"Squat down!"

As soon as the words fell, the undead bear squatted directly on the ground.

"go ahead!"

"Back off!"

"Attack that wall!"

"defense!"

"Curd up!"

The smile on Mo Lan's face became wider and wider, and she even burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, it worked, the spiritual imprint on the soul can really control it.

It's done, it's done, the pet is done.

Although the existence time of the spiritual imprint is limited now, it can only be controlled for a short time..."

While speaking, Mo Lan's sensitivity to the spiritual imprint became weaker and weaker, and it didn't take long before he felt that the spiritual imprint was completely shattered under the corrosion of dead energy.

The undead out of control found Mo Lan, and immediately flew towards Mo Lan.

And Mo Lan didn't intend to use mental power to control the undead bear, but picked up an iron rod prepared next to him, and waved it out with a laugh.

"Hahaha!"

boom!

In the aura of the spell, the iron rod slammed on the undead bear's paw with great force, breaking the paw directly, and pouring down with great force, the entire skeleton was blown apart!

"But the basis for controlling Warcraft already exists, and it is basically feasible now, as long as I try again on Warcraft.

As long as I find a way to replace the temporary spiritual imprint with a permanent spiritual imprint, then the pet will officially appear. "

Mo Lan's laughter gradually subsided, and an answer slowly emerged in her heart, and she muttered to herself.

"Or a permanent mental imprint still needs to be placed on it."