The magical energy unleashed by Kremar violently knocked the monster off the village chief's body, slamming it into the sheepskin wall, and the chalk-brushed clods fell off the wall, dropping its head and brain, and the monster let out a roar of rage and pounced on the second innocent it had chosen, not to kill him or capture him, but to confuse the identities of the two (?), so that in a short time the adventurers would have nothing to do with it.

But the village chief had already been dragged some distance by a slender silver rope, and he sat stupidly in place, his eyes glazed over, he could see nothing but sounds, and only woke up when he touched the burning hearth as he groped around in a daze—not a nightmare but a terrible reality, "The gods are above!" he wailed, "The gods are above! Abby, Abby!" he called his daughter's name.

Then his shoulder was grasped by a strong hand: "Don't wander," said a calm voice, "it's dangerous here—come with me, let's go outside." ”

"Abby!" the village chief struggled, "Where's my Abby?!"

"She's dead. Glenn added grimly, "Shapeshifters only keep the people they are going to replace on rare occasions, and in general," he said happily, "they will swallow them straight into their stomachs so nothing happens." ”

"No, no, no!" cried the poor man, blinking desperately to get the hazy black mist out of his eyes, "Abby, Abby!"

Leona sighed and gave him a fist, and the father, who had lost his daughter, fainted again. "Glenn?" she looked at the thief hesitantly, "that girl...... When was it swapped?"

"At least after that bucket of milk porridge. The thief said, "Evil creatures are to the elves what bacon is to dogs, and they dare not come too close to Kerry. ”

"That's probably the worst description I've ever heard," said the princess unceremoniously, "Is it possible for it to hide the girl?"

The thief shook his head. The cunning bastard was more deferential to Leona than to Berdwin: "You can see that the girl lives in the same room as her father, and her father watches over her like a skin with gold coins in it—most likely, she was attacked and replaced by a shapeshifter while she was on her way to fetch water from the stream, and then, as these foolish people see...... Oh. Damn, it's not it, it's them!"

He refocused his attention on the monster that had become the maiden Abby and then her father, and after discovering that it could no longer impersonate a human man, the shapeshifter reverted back to its original form, and while remaining in its original form, the monster was as strong as an orc, capable of easily piercing through a rammed earth wall. However, he was facing a mage and the help of the elves, so as Leona spoke to Glenn, he was caught before he could even try to escape - it was known that the shapeshifters would change shape and escape from the ropes and shackles, but now it was none other than the permanently enchanted rope that stretched and shortened as the shapeshifters changed, and the unlucky monster could not find even a crack even if it turned itself into a naked meatball.

"The village chief's daughter is one. Carey Ben said, "There's another one, and it's become Gülen." ”

"There are more than 300 people in this village. Gülen said.

"As long as you can gather them, it's not hard to find. The elf said, "Shapeshifters are not so invulnerable. ”

"Is it possible that only Glenn is fake?" asked Leona.

"If it is after that," said the caster, "it will find that it has little chance to find—she has someone by her side all the time." ”

It was then that they heard shouts, and a torch was thrown in.

It's a bit familiar.

"What are you doing?" shouted the thief, "Do you want to kill your village chief?"

There was a commotion outside, and Baldwin bent down and grabbed the shapeshifter in his hand. Push open the door and walk out—but the moment exposed to the light of the torches, the shapeshifters revert back to the teenage girl Abby, and scream desperately, accusing them of killing her father. The former paladin struck the girl in the face with a sharp fist before the villagers raised their iron forks again, and the face that was full of tears suddenly sunken - the people around them were furious. Then they felt uncontrollably confused and frightened, because no human face could look like that—shapeshifters could make wounds and blood when they were prepared, but Baldwin's came so suddenly, and it took time for details like broken noses, torn cheeks, and protruding eyes, so what they saw was something like a fermented dough that had been pounded into a bowl.

The girl's nose, eyes, and mouth were still clinging to the smooth, tender skin - no one knew who was the first to scream, and the people in front of them fell back frantically, while the people behind them did not know why, and they fell into confusion, and several of them fell because they were unsteady on their feet.

"Quiet!" Beobwyn shouted, "There's nothing to be afraid of, we've caught this monster! before it kills your village chief!"

"So, what about our village chief?" asked a trembling voice.

"Here he is," said Leona, the chief of the village was still unconscious and stocky, but the Norman princess of the Highlands had no difficulty in lifting him: "though he was wounded, he could be restored with a little rest—except for his heart." ”

"Where's Abby?" Polly asked in a panic, "If this isn't her, where is she?"

"We don't know that either," Leona paused, "the only thing we know is that this monster has taken the form of Abby in an attempt to convince you that we are a despicable group of gangsters - so that you can kill us, or at least expel us - because one of our companions is an elf, and their disguise cannot escape the eyes of the elves." ”

"They?"

"They," said Gülen, "at least two, one right in front of you, and the other—who told you we were here?"

"Chad. ”

"Who is he and where is he?"

"He's Abby's older brother. Polly said. "He's not here!" shouted others. They were almost going to believe the outsiders, for Chad told them that his father and sister had been brutally killed, and that as a son and brother, he should not have disappeared at this time.

At this time, the village chief woke up, "Where is the investigation?" he asked.

The people were silent. Only the torches made a slight crackling sound.

"Where's Abby?" he stood up with the help of Birdwin, took the torch from one of the villagers, and placed it very close to the shapeshifter, the spark falling on Abby's hair, emitting a foul scorching smell, and in the light of the fire was the beautiful, pure face he was familiar with, "What about Abby?" he asked again.

"Am I not here?" replied the shapeshifter mockingly, "Father?"

The village chief responded by poking a torch in its face, and the flames melted like candles. The monster sneered sarcastically, and as soon as the torches were removed, the grayish-white translucent substance began to wriggle back to its original form.

"They don't care about that," said the elf, "and it takes more ingenuity to get them to talk about things." ”

"Let me help you," said the young man named Polly, scrambling out of the crowd, despite his mother's refusal, "do you need a soldering iron, or do you need something else?"

"I'm ......" The elf pulled out his cutlass without warning, but a tentacle protruding from Polly's chest was faster than his. It struck Kerryben's right arm like a whip as thick as a small arm, and even the elves couldn't bear it. Starlight cut a bright arc through the darkness and fell into some unknown corner—almost at the same moment, the villagers let out even more terrifying screams, and in an instant their relatives, friends, and children were transformed into terrible monsters, some like scaly serpents, others like wild people with hyena heads. Others developed bat-like wings that leaped out of the crowd and pounced on the adventurers.

Their primary targets are the mage and the two women, the mage is a threat and the women tend to be a good hostage or weakness, or they can become them. Even if they know they are counterfeiters, there are many people who are unable to wield their weapons in front of the faces of their peers, especially women.

A dazzling wall of lightning blocked the winged shapeshifter's attack, it screamed like a human, and as it fell to the ground, ready to fold its wings, Leona's flaming sword swept across its back, and the two featherless, bruised membranous wings flapped and fell to the ground, the shapeshifter's colorless blood splattered the princess's body, it stood up and raised its claws fiercely at Leona, but Cremar's other lightning arrow struck it in the chest after a breath.

And Baldwin was fighting the transsexual who had transformed into a jackal, as violent and filthy as the real jackal, and the former paladin had only one arm, but that didn't prevent him from being one of the strongest barriers for spellcasters, his eyes were bright, his steps were steady, and the muscles of his arms bulged beautifully—he knew where his flaws were, and skillfully used them to set a trap that was not unfair. The shapeshifter is not stupid among monsters, or even cunning, but it also has the common common problem of evil creatures - greed, and it knows that what it sees is likely to be just a sweet piece of bait, but after several times it has been unable to break through the net of the Adamantite broadsword, it becomes agitated, and it cannot control itself at all when it sees a stark flaw.

It left another deep wound on Baldwin's unhealed face, but at the price, it left an arm.

It should be mentioned that before this, another spell of Cremar loomed over the villagers who wanted to escape, and the invisible spiritual power hit their heads, causing them to fall into a stupor, and a shapeshifter who continued to mingle with the crowd was exposed - the monster's magic resistance was much stronger than that of humans, and the caster's third spell immediately followed, which was the most powerful spell he could use now - the shapeshifter's head exploded at once, and debris flew everywhere.

The shapeshifter landed between the thief and the mhimmie, and the priest of Frow screamed and threw a divine blast that cut off the snake man's tail with blade-like white light, which was too much surprise for the thief - so much that the changeler failed to replenish the dagger in time, so the mind-changeling became entangled with Mhimmy and fell into a dark corner, and when the thief threw a torch at it, he found two memes.

They looked the same, even the charred curls were in the same place, mirrored, of course.

"Are you trying to burn me?" one of the plums yelled at him.

"Kill it!" shouted another Memmy, wielding a pointed hammer with crooked teeth.

The thief glanced at the previous Plum Honey, and she immediately pulled out an identical pointed hammer from her waist.

"Ask me about that secret that only we know!" exclaimed one of the memes.

"I don't want my secret to be an open joke. Gülen said, holding out a hand forward: "I trust my hand more than my ears and eyes, given that we have enjoyed the pleasures that Flo has given us countless times." ”

A plum immediately jumped into his arms, and the thief reached into her robe, and she felt the hand grasp her breasts tightly, which caused her to smile triumphantly, and then the smile froze on her face, and she fell from the thief's hand, her skin a misty rose color like rotten flesh, and her face became distorted, then smoothed.

The thief raised his hand and examined the ring on his hand, which he had found in the half-dragon, half-demon bastard's dimensional pouch, which looked like a mediocre bronze ring on his index finger, but as soon as he turned the ring with his thumb, it popped out a tiny poison needle—he carefully rotated it back to its original position, and the poison needle was retracted.

"If it had known that we had never slept," said the thief, "it would have died." ”

The dead shapeshifter was rapidly decaying under the force of poison, its belly bulging at a rate visible to the naked eye, and Memi twisted her head in disgust, while the thief laughed happily. (To be continued......)