Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1018 1000. Shapeshifter (a thousand chapters of spreading flowers!)

Dandelion panicked and broke into a sheepfold.

This is a place where butchers in the market temporarily store their goods and sell them now.

There was a layer of hay spread in the sheepfold. As soon as he broke in, his chaotic footsteps carried light hay flying around.

Lan blocked the door.

"Dandelion, why are you running?"

The witcher didn't call Dudu because he didn't know if it was. Nor is it called Shapeshifter, for this is the birthplace of the Eternal Fire and the city where the temple is located.

The eternal fire was originally a symbol of survival power, immortality, light, dispelling darkness and moving towards beauty.

However, with the development of churches and doctrines, it is always easier for extreme ideas and extreme speech to gain attention and followers.

Therefore, during the expansion process, the Eternal Fire Sect, which was originally somewhat inclusive, has now become more and more radical.

It is said here that a shape-shifting monster appears, and it is estimated that a torture rack will be erected in this city.

"Huh~ Who are you?"

'Dandelion' said, panting.

While the shapeshifter imitated Dandelion, it also inherited his poor physical strength.

"I'm Dandelion's friend. Calm down first and take a breath. Damn it!"

Lan En blocked the exit of the sheepfold and spoke softly, trying to calm down the other person and have a good talk.

But when he bent down to lower his body and appear less threatening, the roaring bear head pendant around his neck slipped out.

At the same time, the pupils of 'Dandelion' across from him suddenly shrank, as did his body.

He first squatted down and buried himself among the bleating sheep to hide his figure.

Then the whole process is like turning a person's body into a bag of flour mixed with water.

The sticky batter was quickly shaped, and a human of average height was transformed into a halfling with dexterous movements in a blink of an eye!

Lan En has never seen this scene, or in other words, there are very few people in the world who can see the entire transformation process of a shape-shifter with their own eyes. Even the great masters of the Wolf School like Vesemir have probably never seen it!

This race is rare and hard to find. It is difficult to meet them, let alone see the transformation process with your own eyes.

The fence of the sheepfold could make Dandelion, a physical idiot, stuck for more than ten seconds before he could get out, but it couldn't stop the dexterous halfling at all.

Lan En now fully understood how amazing the camouflage effect of the shapeshifter was, and he suddenly realized that if he let the shapeshifter escape from his sight now, he would probably not be able to catch him.

So he took advantage of the fact that the halfling transformed from the shapeshifter hadn't run far away, and the angle was just right.

[Alder's Seal]!

There was a "bang" sound as the air surged.

The physical propulsion transformed by magic power whipped up strong winds, pushing the halfling right into a tent on the side.

Lan En crossed the entire sheepfold in a few steps and took the opportunity to block the entrance of the tent.

This is a tent used by butchers to keep raw meat cold and protected from light. There is a fishy smell of meat as soon as you enter.

It was dim inside, but the witcher's cat eyes still glowed slightly in the darkness.

The light shines through.

The halfling transformed by the shapeshifter stood in the tent. The tent had been sealed tightly by the butcher, and the edges of the tarpaulin were nailed to the ground.

The shapeshifter gasped and swallowed, holding a skinned and eviscerated sheep hanging upside down from a tent pole.

"I am truly a friend of Dandelion, Mr. Shapeshifter."

Lan En spoke calmly, hoping that his calm tone would infect the other person and make him calm down.

The series of exercises just now were not even a warm-up for him.

"If you had Dandelion's memories, that would be clear."

Although the large size made it more difficult for Lan En to move in the crowd, the shapeshifter's breathing was heavy and loud in the tent, as if he was the one who put in the effort.

"Let, let me go."

He finally swallowed the saliva that had become thickened due to strenuous exercise and gasped.

"Don't kill me, witcher."

He obviously didn't believe it, because Lan En's badge was a bear, and the shapeshifter had heard rumors about those cold-blooded monster killers.

When he saw it, he panicked and thought it was coming to kill him.

"You don't know that Dandelion and I are friends? Didn't you say that you shapeshifters can copy memories and thoughts?"

The shapeshifter blinked. After reaching this inevitable situation, he seemed to have sobered up from the panic caused by seeing the Bear School pendant.

Lan En's tone and words really didn't seem like a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

"Me, I copied Dandelion two or three years ago."

The shapeshifter's voice became lower as he spoke.

Obviously, the copying of human memories and thoughts by shape-shifters is limited to the time when they are recorded.

"Uh, are you really not here to kill me?"

"I have a crossbow in my hand, Dudu."

Lan En showed the mechanical device on the left arm armor to the shapeshifter, and to make it easier for him to understand, he also said it was a crossbow arrow.

Then, Triss and Priscilla also followed to the door of this small tent.

Lan En looked back at the two beauties.

"And there's a sorceress here."

Triss followed Lan En's words, and a burst of orange-red magic glow appeared on her hand.

"If we were hunting you, you wouldn't have had the chance to roll into this tent just now. Do you understand?"

"I should understand." The shape-shifter swallowed, looking at the magic glow and said with a little flinch. This time it was not because he was tired.

"You are Triss Merigold. Dandelion knows you. I remember that."

The sorceress dimmed the magic light in her hand and waved towards the shapeshifter.

As for the female singer who followed, she ran to the door, stretched her head and looked inside the tent.

"Wait, where's Dandelion? There's only one halfling here!"

Priscilla's big eyes widened.

"What's happening here?"

The halfling, Dudu Bibwit, looked at the beautiful poetess and showed a bitter and helpless smile.

After establishing some basic mutual trust, Lan decided to take Dudu and Priscilla to the Kingfisher Tavern to meet Dandelion and Geralt.

After all, Dudu didn’t recognize Dandelion in the memory he copied.

Only when they find their mutual friends can a trusting relationship be established.

And Priscilla is undoubtedly the reason why Dudu disappeared during this period.

The female poet is not repelled by this novel and interesting thing, and is even very much looking forward to it.

Judging from her expression of waiting to see something new, she looked just like Dandelion.

"You are a little too cautious and suspicious." Lan En complained to Dudu as he walked. "When you saw my necklace, I thought you were going to faint on the spot."

"Oh, if you were hunted by something like a rabbit for decades, you would be no better than me."

Dudu was rude to Lan En's complaints and retorted.

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"Wake up, Geralt!"

"Uh-huh?"

In the corridor on the second floor of the Kingfisher Tavern, Geralt occupied a dining table and sat down to sleep.

It wasn't until Lan En walked up to him and called him that the senses in his body that were alerted by the approach of dangerous creatures made him wake up instantly.

As soon as Bai Lang opened his eyes, he saw a bunch of people standing in front of him.

An unhappy Lan En, a still refreshed Triss, a beautiful girl he didn't recognize, and a halfling staring at him with his arms crossed.

"Dudu?!"

Geralt shouted in surprise and looked at Lan En again.

He didn't expect that Lan En could actually find a shapeshifter in such a short time in a big city with hundreds of thousands of people living there.

Lann saw Geralt's surprised look.

"All I can say is that it was a coincidence."

As he spoke, he took back his roaring bear head necklace from Dudu's body.

On the way, in order to prevent this "cautious and suspicious" shape-shifter from slipping away, he had to use silver objects to block his shape-shifting ability.

But although he is a demon hunter, he has not worked in this world for a long time, so that even essential items such as silver items cannot be found in the form of a chain.

He could only pull off the necklace and tie it on Dudu's finger.

Now that he had met Geralt, the mutual friend of the shapeshifter and Lan En, and they were able to trust each other, he put the school necklace back on.

"You look so relaxed, White Wolf."

After hearing what Lan said, Geralt waved his hand and stood up from the seat where he was sleeping.

"Otherwise, what can I do? Dandelion writes the script without my involvement at all. After he polishes the script and finalizes it, he can go to someone else's troupe to send the script to discuss the performance."

With a hoarse and low voice, he walked from the dining table and opened a door in the corridor.

That was the room Triss had given them on the second floor.

After entering the door, a group of people saw Dandelion lying on the table, with the quill feathers hanging on his shoulders, writing "swish".

"I told you, Geralt. If you feel bored, just stay there for a while. We have almost recalled what happened on the battlefield, so you don't need to help. Of course, with your artistic quality, you shouldn't be able to help. busy."

Geralt turned his head and spread his hands to the people behind him.

Indicating that Dandelion's working status is like this.

Lan En, Triss, and Dudu didn't react at all. After all, it was difficult to interfere with the playwright's affairs if they didn't understand it.

But the shapeshifter who turned into a halfling felt more at ease now.

Priscilla's face was full of interest.

She looked in surprise at Dandelion, who was sitting at the table writing furiously.

In her memory, this annoying man was supposed to be singing artificially next to her just an hour ago.

But now, he hasn't even seen her.

This strange and fresh feeling made the poetess feel very excited.

"Your hometown is covered with snow

Frost covers rivers and lakes

This is a matter of course, so

Don't let longing and sadness cloud your heart? "

Priscilla stood at Dandelion's desk, reciting the sonnets the poet had written for the play, but doubting the last word.

"That doesn't rhyme, you should say 'cover your face' instead."

"Who?!"

Dandelion jumped and meowed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Who is questioning me, Dandelion, the greatest poet in the North?!"