Chapter 139：

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

The kitten squatted in place and looked at it curiously.

When the doll rolled to the corner and stopped, the kitten jumped off the cabinet and stepped on the catwalk carefully to approach it.

"Meow—"

Looking at the motionless doll, the kitten stretched out its paws, and just about to pull the doll out, she saw the doll that was motionless just now and suddenly jumped up.

"Wow!"

The little old man jumped up and turned around, making a face at the cat.

"Meow!"

The kitten was taken aback, screamed sternly, ran away, and disappeared after a while.

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

Looking at the cabinets full of the palace, his expression couldn't help but become a little dignified.

This little old man is naturally the great elder Joseph, the fairy elder.

No, maybe you can't say that.

He is not the real elder Joseph, his body is still in the fairy world, guarded by the fairy enchantment, and he is still an immobile doll.

And now, he was just a clone that inherited the memory and ability of the ontology, or a spell created by Thrall's puppetry.

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

Therefore, Thrall must hold the body doll in his hands, and use the magic circle to influence the magic avatar, so that the avatar can be used by him.

Only after passing the action of the magic circle, the character of the avatar formed by the magic method will often change.

The most extreme example is probably like the fairy queen.

As for the elder Joseph, because the body was protected by Jun Li and Yu Xingqiao, only the avatar was stolen, so Thrall’s puppetry did not succeed.

"Good risk, good risk..."

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 acting, but also had the effect of counteracting the body. Over time, it might be possible to make the body be controlled by Thrall.

The little old man touched his body, but didn't touch his staff.

He looked at the cabinets like mountains and frowned in distress.

Then, he walked to the nearest cabinet, grabbed the edge with both hands, and was about to hit the cabinet with his head.

Only at the last second, when there was still a silk thread as far away from the cabinet wall, he suddenly stopped again——

He has all the memory of the body, so he knows that if the body is awakened and this technique is cancelled, he must die.

But it was too miserable to kill myself!

And he can't die here, who knows if Thrall has any measures to deal with him,

The little old man shook his head and resolutely denied this way of death.

He rubbed his chin for a moment, then looked around, then sneakily bent down and took off his boots.

He reached into his boot and drew it.

He didn't know what could be hidden in his little boots, but in the end, he was able to pull out a wand with the length of an arm.

The little old man smiled, put on his boots again, and waved his magic wand.

A little green light lit up from the wand, which was weaker than when he used it.

It's just now, it's enough for him.

The green light fluttered down, landed at his feet, turned into a gust of breeze, and flew up with him wrapped around—

This is the sorrow without wings.

The little old man flew into the air, passing between the cabinets, stopping at some point to take a look.

Elf queen, beast king, human leader...

Their puppets are placed on the cabinet one by one, all of them have fallen out of dust, and they don't know how many years they have been placed.

Basically, they are leaders of various races, and there is also a cabinet with servants and ministers who often enter and leave the palace.

This is really an extremely scary thing to think about.

Even though the little fairy old man had never played politics, he felt shocked and unthinkable.

How much did Thrall spend planning this matter?

What does this outsider want to do?

The little old man was thinking in his heart, but he didn't touch these puppets--

Because it's useless to touch them, unless he kills the avatars disguised as them, otherwise it won't help at all, and it may expose him.

He memorized every face, hoping that when he returned to his body, these memories would still be retained.

In this way, at least it can be judged who is true and who is false.

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

The little fairy old man thought while flying, worried in his heart, but he couldn't do more, he could only act first.

He didn't fly to the gate, but followed the dark and hidden corner, trying to find any gaps to get out, and waited for the escape from here to think of a way. The size of the fairy is very small, which is very conducive to concealment.

I don't know if it was because of contempt or to cover people's eyes. There is no guardian in this palace.

The little fairy old man thought about it, looking here, thinking there, he was about to fly to the window, but suddenly he heard a little strange noise.

He pricked up his pointed ears.

The strange noise came from the depths of the palace, but there was obviously no one there. Maybe there was a secret door?

The little old man looked around.

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

Let's go check it out.

See what conspiracy Thrall is engaged in again, even if it is finally discovered and failed to run, it is just going back to the original point.

Thinking about this, the little old 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 fairy old man touched here, looked there, and finally found a clue on a wall.

He put his ear on the wall, and sure enough, some strange movement came from the wall.

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

But how do you get in?

He touched his chin and pondered, then controlled the breeze to fall to the ground, waved his magic wand, and turned his body into a tiny ant.

The ant grew a bit comfortable, with white hair growing on his head, leaving the Mediterranean sea bald.

The little fairy ant moved quickly on the ground.

I don't know how long he ran, he came to the crack of the door, got in with a head, and then kept crawling forward.

Really exhausted...

I didn't know how long I continued to crawl, but finally, light shone in from the door, making the little old man the goblin overjoyed and hurriedly moved on.

Finally, he crawled out of the gap.

I saw that this was a basement that was buried under the ground without knowing how deep it was. In the center of the basement, there was a huge magic circle painted.

The complexity of this magic circle is undoubtedly much stronger than the one he just stood up to. Compared with this, the magic circle of puppetry is really insignificant.

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

Just looking at the back, the old fairy man had already guessed it.

This guy must be Thrall!

Thrall was holding a staff and raising his hand.

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

The little old man couldn't help eating.

Is this Thrall injured?

As Thrall's movements increased, many wounds were exposed.

At the end, when his hood accidentally fell off, the little fairy old man couldn't help being completely stunned.

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

The little fairy old man couldn't help but exhale in secret, just curious in his heart, who has the ability to hurt Thrall like this?

This wound looks quite fresh, it looks like it happened recently?

Could it be that His Highness did it?

The little old man frowned and thought about it, he saw Thrall suddenly waved his scepter and activated the magic circle.

The strong light shining, all converged to the center point.

The little fairy old man was attracted.

This magic circle was... a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and his expression became solemn.

He must not be successful!

The little old man raised the dead branch in his hand, and just wanted to destroy it, but saw that the bright light came and went fast, and disappeared again in the blink of an eye.

Thrall stood in the center of the circle, gritted his teeth disappointed and bitterly.

The look of the little old man couldn't help but relax.

Fortunately, fortunately, this Thrall did not succeed. If it succeeds...it's worth it!

If he is not mistaken, this should be a magic circle that can summon souls and rebirth after death!

Although it sounds unbelievable, there is indeed such a spell, with the help of the power of the magic circle, it can summon the dead souls back.

Thrall wanted to summon somebody back, the little old man would know without even thinking about it.

It must be your majesty!

At the moment, there is only one person from the Light Clan, and as long as there is something wrong with the little Lord, then the entire Guangyao World will be played together.

However, if there is a second light family, the situation is much better.

Even if the little majesty is dead, there will be another light clan holding it, so there is no need to worry about the destruction of the world of light!

The little fairy old man felt that he had completely guessed it, and he couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Why failed again?"

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

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

"Joseph, I didn't expect you to be quite capable." Thrall pinched the old fairy man, "You are the first person to escape from my puppetry on your own."

"It deserves to be one of the longest-lived creatures, just smarter than others..."

The little old man glared at him, his old eyes rolled slightly, thinking about how to respond.

"Don't move your mind."

Saer said coolly, "You are under my control when you are hit by my spell. I can kill you at any time!"

"Haha." The little old man was not threatened by him at all.

Thrall looked at him steadily, and suddenly said, "Elder Joseph, have you entered the Temple of Glory? Do you want to go in and play?"

The little fairy old man couldn't help but was really shocked this time.

"what did you say?"

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