The Cub I've Raised is the Crown Prince of the Empire

The doll fell from the cabinet, hit the floor with a thud, and rolled into a corner.

The kitten squatted in place, looking out curiously.

When the puppet rolled to the corner and stopped, the kitten jumped off the cabinet and approached cautiously on catwalks.

"Meow-"

Looking at the motionless puppet, the kitten stretched out its paws, and was about to pull the puppet out when it saw the puppet that was still motionless just now, and suddenly jumped up.

"Wow!"

The little old man jumped up and turned his back and made a face at the cat.

"Meow!"

The little cat was startled, let out a shrill cry, spread its legs and ran away, and disappeared after a while.

The little old man looked at the cat running away, smiled, lowered his head, picked up the wizard hat that fell on the ground, and put it on his bald head.

Looking at the cabinets full of palaces, he couldn't help but restrain his expression and become a little dignified.

This little old man is naturally Elder Elder Joseph.

No, maybe not.

He is not the real Great Elder Joseph, his body is still in the fairy world, protected by a fairy enchantment, and he is still an immobile puppet.

And now this him is just a clone who inherited the memory and ability of the main body, or a technique created by Thrall's puppetry.

But having said that, he has almost inherited all the memories and abilities of the main body, and even has a part of his soul. How different is he from the main body?

That's why Thrall had to hold the body puppet in his hands, and through the effect of the magic circle, affect the magic clone, so that the clone puppet could be used by him.

It's just that after passing through the effect of the magic circle, the character of the clone doll formed by the magic often changes.

The most extreme example is probably like the Fairy Queen.

As for Elder Joseph, because the main body was protected by Jun Lu and Yu Xingqiao, only the clone doll was taken away, so Thrall's puppetry was not successful.

"It's dangerous, dangerous..."

The little old man looked at the cabinet and muttered in a low voice.

The magic circle he just stood on not only restrained him from being able to move, but also had a reverse effect on the main body. In time, the main body might also be controlled by Thrall.

The little old goblin touched his body, but failed to touch his staff.

He looked at the mountain-like cabinets and frowned in distress.

Then, he walked to the nearest cabinet, clutching the edge with both hands, and was about to bang his head against it.

But at the last second, when he was still a silk thread away from the wall of the cabinet, he suddenly stopped again——

He has all the memories of the main body, so he knows that in order to wake up the main body and undo this spell, he must die as a doll.

But it's too miserable to kill yourself!

And it is impossible for him to die here, who knows if Sal has any measures to deal with him,

The old goblin shook his head, resolutely denying such a way of death.

He rubbed his chin for a while, then suddenly looked left and right, then stooped furtively, and took off his boots.

He reached into the boot to dig.

He didn't know what could be hidden in the small boots, but in the end, he found a magic wand that was as long as an arm.

The little old goblin smiled, put his boots back on, and waved his wand.

A little bit of green light shines from the wand, which is much weaker than when he cast it on his own body.

But for now, it was enough for him.

The green light flew down, landed at his feet, and turned into a gust of wind, engulfing him and flying up——

This is the sorrow of having no wings.

The little old goblin flew into the air, passing between the cabinets, and would stop at certain moments to take a look.

Queen of elves, king of beasts, leader of human race...

Their dolls were placed on the cabinet one by one, and they were all dusty, and I don't know how many years they have been there.

They are basically the leaders of various ethnic groups, and there is also a cabinet for the servants and ministers who often come and go in and out of the palace.

This is really a frightening thing to think about.

Even though the little old goblin had never played politics, he felt astonished and unimaginable in his heart.

How much did Thrall spend planning this matter.

What does this outsider want to do?

The little old goblin man was thinking in his heart, but he didn't touch these body dolls——

Because it's useless to touch it, unless he kills the dolls that pretend to be them, it won't help at all, and it may expose him.

He memorized the faces one by one, and only hoped that these memories could be preserved when he returned to the original body.

In this way, at least we can judge who is real and who is fake.

Hey, I don't know what happened to Your Highness...

The little old goblin was thinking about it while flying, worried in his heart, but he couldn't do anything more, he could only see the trick first.

He didn't fly towards the gate, but followed the dark and hidden corner of the wall, trying to find a gap to get out, and waited until he escaped from here to think of a way.The goblin's size is small, which is very conducive to concealment.

I don't know if it's out of contempt or to cover up people's eyes and ears, but there is not a single guard in this palace.

The little old goblin man thought about this, looked here, pondered there, and was about to fly to the window, but suddenly heard a little strange noise.

He pricked up his pointed ears.

The strange sound came from the depths of the palace, but there was obviously no one there, maybe there was some secret door?

The little old fairy looked around.

After finally breaking into the enemy's interior, it would be a pity if he just ran away like this.

Go check it out.

Look at what kind of conspiracy Thrall is up to, even if he is discovered and fails to make it, he will just go back to the original point.

Thinking this way, the little old fairy man controlled the breeze and sent him to the depths of the palace, where the strange noise came from.

There really is no door here.

The little old goblin man touched here, looked there, and finally found clues on a wall.

He put his ear against the wall, and sure enough there were some strange movements coming from inside the wall.

There must be something in it!The little old elf judged, and at the same time was a little eager to try.

But how to get in?

He rubbed his chin to ponder for a moment, then controlled Qingfeng to land on the ground, waved his wand, and turned his body into a tiny ant.

The ant grows a little comfortably, but it has white hair on its head, and the Mediterranean is bare.

The little fairy ant moved quickly on the ground.

After running for an unknown amount of time, he came to the crack of the door, got in all at once, and then crawled forward.

I'm so exhausted...

I don't know how long I continued to climb. Finally, there was light shining in from the door, which made the little old elf happy, and hurried on.

Finally, he climbed out of the gap.

I saw that this was a basement that was buried deep underground. In the center of the basement, there was a huge magic circle drawn.

The complexity of this magic circle is undoubtedly much stronger than the one he just stood on. Compared with this, the magic circle of puppetry is really nothing.

And in the center of the magic circle, a man in a black robe and a hood stood in front of the magic circle, chanting words, just as he was performing some kind of mysterious spell.

Just by looking at the back, the little old goblin man had already guessed it.

This guy must be Thrall!

I saw Thrall holding a staff and raising his hand.

The cloak slipped from his hand, revealing the black and red skin underneath.

The little old goblin couldn't help but give a meal.

This Thrall, is he injured?

As Thrall's movements became larger, many wounds were exposed.

At the end, when his hood fell off unintentionally, the little old goblin couldn't help being completely stunned.

I saw that Saar's iconic long white hair had been cut short to the shoulders, and his handsome face still had marks of being burned by the fire.

The old goblin couldn't help breathing out secretly, but he was just curious, who on earth had the ability to hurt Sal like this?

The wound looks quite fresh, it seems to have happened recently?

Could it be that His Highness did it?

The little old goblin frowned and thought about it, when he saw Thrall suddenly wave his scepter and activate the magic circle.

The strong light shines, and all of them converge to a central point.

The little old goblin was attracted.

This magic circle is... Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his expression became serious.

He must not be allowed to succeed!

The old goblin raised the dead branch in his hand, and was just about to make a move to destroy it, but he saw that strong light came and went quickly, and disappeared again in the blink of an eye.

Thrall stood in the center of the circle, gritted his teeth in disappointment and resentment.

The little old elf's expression couldn't help but relax.

Fortunately, this Thrall didn't succeed, if he succeeded... that's fine!

If he read it correctly, this should be a magic circle that can summon souls and regenerate people after death!

Although it sounds unbelievable, there is indeed such a spell. With the power of the magic circle, the dead soul can be summoned back.

Who did Thrall want to call back, the little old goblin knew it without even thinking about it.

It must be Your Majesty!

Right now, only His Royal Highness is left in the Clan of Light. If there is any mistake in His Royal Highness, the whole Glorious World will be over with him.

However, it would be much better if there was a second Clan of Light.

Even if His Royal Highness dies, there will be another Clan of Light to support him, so there is no need to worry about the Glorious World being destroyed!

The little old elf felt that he had guessed it right, and he couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Why did it fail again?"

The man looked at the formation under his feet, and suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the little old elf flew out of the corner uncontrollably, and was pinched by him in the palm of his hand.

The little old goblin wanted to die, but he stopped him.

"Joseph, I didn't expect you to be quite capable." Sal pinched the little old elf, "You are the first person to escape from my puppetry by yourself."

"As expected of one of the creatures with the longest lifespan, it's just that it's smarter than others..."

The old goblin stared at him, his old eyes rolled slightly, thinking about how to deal with it.

"Don't think about it."

Thrall said coolly, "You are under my control, and I can kill you at any time!"

"Hehe." The little old elf was not threatened by him at all.

Sal stared at him intently, and suddenly said, "Elder Joseph, have you ever been to the Temple of Glory? Do you want to go in and have fun?"

The little old goblin couldn't help being taken aback, this time he was really shocked.

"What did you say?"

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