The Divine Hunter

early morning.

Thick marshmallow-like cumulonimbus clouds swelled in the overcast sky.

The cold wind blew through the long, sparsely-traveled street.

Quasimodo, or Gower Samsa could not help shrinking his neck, trembling all over his body.

He also thought of the smoked chicken, grilled squid, and mushroom pie next to the market-because the home in the civilian area is not far from the work place, and it is convenient to commute to get off work every day, he usually uses the time on the road to eat hot food.

Then, in the cold morgue, he would doze off for half a day, pushing a wheelbarrow out in the afternoon.

"Well, I'm just a corpse collector, a little guy. All other troubles have nothing to do with me!"

Thinking of this, Gao Wen suddenly stopped, with a hunchback, crouched down with difficulty, and patted the dust on the moccasin boots in a pretentious manner.

Two yellow eyes, one big and one small, after secretly measuring through the crotch——

Empty and tidy long street, horn trees swaying in the wind.

Not even a ghost!

Gao Wen's eyebrows twisted even tighter.

After coming out of the house, he saw strange eyes wandering behind him, stabbing his neck like needles.

Unlike most humans. Their race has some unique talents.

For example, crisis intuition is extremely sensitive to all kinds of eyes. Although he couldn't see where the guy was hiding, he was sure there was a stalker.

My heart started beating again, and I sighed.

The hard-earned peaceful life is about to be disrupted again.

Then the biological clock is reversed, and life is worse than a beggar!

But now is not the time to complain.

Gawain Samsa controlled his facial expressions, tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, quickened his pace, passed a mother who was holding a child, suddenly stuck on it somewhere on the left side of the long street, and got into a narrow and dark road. alley.

He has walked this road countless times.

Moss-stained moss, clumps of weeds,

Sewage flows everywhere, and the terrain is as complex as a spider web.

For most people, this series of end-to-end, forked alleys is a maze that is difficult to get in and out of.

But in order to protect himself, he has traveled through it hundreds of times, and he has long been familiar with every corner.

This complex roadway became his strategic buffer zone.

He was confident that he could get rid of the unknown stalker.

Just as he has done countless times, get rid of the tracker of the eternal fire - open the manhole cover on the other street and get into the sewers.

After the limelight passes, change your identity and start life again in Nuocheng.

If you change the place, I am afraid it will not be so prosperous, there will be no delicious food from all over the world, and there will be no taste of hometown.

A wry smile appeared on Gawain's ugly cheeks, and his footsteps were even faster.

"Shuh--" Suddenly, a black shadow passed in front of the ugly big man, and jumped down from the wall like a big cat that preys on mice.

The wind blows!

Gawain turned around and ran away without saying a word.

But the other party was faster than he imagined - a strong and powerful arm first pressed his shoulders.

The strength is moderate, but it cannot be resisted.

In the dark alley, a very strange scene happened.

A much smaller man was pressing his hands on the shoulders of a hunchbacked man.

The latter was oozing cold sweat on his forehead and dared not move at all.

"Good morning, Your Excellency Quasimodo, I'm Roy, the Demon Hunter of the Viper School." The witcher turned the big man around, showed him his white teeth, and smiled brightly, "We met once, do you still remember? ?"

"Oh, master of the Snake Sect, good morning, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you in a place like this." Gawain grinned, revealing a mouth full of mutilated yellow teeth, and squeezed out a mouth on his fleshy face. Ugly smile, "I'm about to go to work in the morgue, you want to drop by too? Isn't the last investigation over yet?"

Anjin's pupils swept across Gawain's face and winked at him, "Let's open up and talk, Your Excellency, don't hide your identity in front of me, I know your race."

"But don't worry, I have no ill will."

"I don't understand what you mean, what other race? The youngest is a morgue guard, an ugly, penniless man." Gawain's eyes were dodged, his face was cowardly, and he was timid. The image of the inferior.

"Don't admit it, it doesn't matter, I just wanted to open my eyes today... See what the legendary shapeshifter looks like?" Roy suddenly grabbed his right hand in the air, and grabbed a wine glass out of thin air, which was filled with Silver powder.

Sprinkle ahead.

"Shh-"

The silver powder splattered Gawain Samsa upright, and his whole body began to tremble violently, his skin and bones swelled and shrunk like boiling water.

The deformed facial features on the face disappeared strangely, like mud and flour that had been rubbed repeatedly, squirming for a while.

"Zizi-"

Two seconds later.

The tall, ugly-looking hunchback man from before disappeared, replaced by a strange humanoid creature.

He was wearing baggy suspenders. He was a head taller than Roy and became comparable to a dwarf, but he had a surprisingly large head, his facial features were crowded into a pile, and his yellow eyes the size of grains of rice were round and round. The nose is thick, the lips are thick, and the pointed ears are shorter and thicker than those of the elf.

His face was still wrinkled like an old man in his seventies or eighties.

Going down, there is no obvious neck, and the chest and abdomen are connected into a ball.

His limbs were as long as a spider—

The two arms are like chimpanzees, hanging over the knees, the palms are also more than half the size of ordinary people, and the backs of the hands are covered with black hair.

A pair of feet twice as large as ordinary people, and the insteps are also covered with black hair.

Quasimodo/Gawain Samsa

Sex: Male

Age: 25

Identity: Shapeshifter (a humanoid creature that can change form at will.)

Health: 60

Attributes:

Strength: 5

Agility: 7

Constitution: 6

Perception: 7

Will: 5

Charisma: 5

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Mimicry (Passive Solidification): A shapeshifter can replicate the voices, ways of thinking, behaviors, professional knowledge and skills of most creatures, but with certain limitations.

Crisis Intuition (passive curing)

Other slightly

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The dark golden pupils slowly turned, Roy looked at this strange humanoid creature, and couldn't help but be amazed,

It turned out that the shapeshifter looked so ugly, and its strength was far less powerful than he imagined.

"Showing your true colors before negotiating is honest. What should I call you now, Mr. Gawain, or Mr. Shapeshifter?"

The shapeshifter didn't answer his question, but stared straight at Roy, his skin bulging like an inflatable dummy, his complexion changing erratically.

"Hey, I warn you to stop quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

The witcher kept an eye on his changes, and planned to give him a shock if he couldn't, but he didn't have time to make a move.

The shapeshifter's yellow eyes suddenly flashed a hint of horror, and all the abnormality on his body disappeared with a thud, and he was so stupidly stunned in place.

"Tick-tock-"

The thick clouds in the sky finally couldn't hold the moisture, and a drop of rain fell from the sky and dripped onto the shapeshifter's forehead.

As if he saw something incredible, he suddenly covered his face with his hands, huddled in the corner of the wall, and shouted and wailed,

"Master Roy, spare your life! Gawain is just an ordinary shape-shifting monster. He lives an honest life abiding by the law. He has never harmed any human being, and he has never used his abilities to deceive me. Please don't kill me!"

"Stop! I repeat, I will never hurt you!" Roy spread his hands and took a step back, leaving him enough space.

In his cognition, most shapeshifters are neutral and kind creatures, with a quiet and self-disciplined personality, and at most occasionally play pranks.

Silver can't hurt them, just restore them.

So they are essentially similar to other non-human beings.

If he didn't deliberately provoke himself, Roy didn't want to kill him.

"You, are you serious?" The yellow eyes like sesame seeds glanced at the witcher through his fingers, and Gawain asked cautiously, "Then, why did you stop me just now?"

"Talk about a big deal! If things turn out, you'll be rich enough for a lifetime! But I've got to make sure you're a shapeshifter first."

"For a lifetime? Prosperity and wealth?" The shapeshifter stopped shaking, but his voice began to tremble, his hands covering his face were put down, his yellow eyes rolled, and a hint of slyness flashed, "What business? You won't run out of me. ability, and then kicked away, or killed and silenced?!"

Gawain has had enough of the hard life of hiding in Tibet and playing ugly!

If he can get rid of this kind of life, he is even willing to rob the vault!

"Think about it, I called you Shapeshifter from the beginning, not those few insulting words..."

Mimics, doppelgangers, imitators, and shapeshifters are all their nicknames.

But they only like the name shapeshifter.

Other nicknames are insulting to them.

"I think shapeshifters and witchers have an equal relationship! I respect you, so I won't lie to you." Roy said, "But now, Lord Gawain, can you answer me a few questions first?"

"Just ask." Gawain, who was slumped in the corner, still had his muscles collapsed tightly, and his body contracted inward in a self-defense posture.

"You wanted to copy me just now?"

"Don't get me wrong, I just turned into a more flexible creature and escaped!" Gawain was afraid of angering the other party, so he quickly explained. "But I don't know what's going on. I just tried it, and it feels very difficult. My whole body hurts like it's going to explode!"

"It's obvious that you don't look much taller and heavier than me, but you can't replicate it! It's unprecedented, I've never encountered such a situation!" Gao Wen's wrinkled cheeks showed doubts,

Roy nodded, no doubt, this should be due to the template.

In order for a shapeshifter to copy itself, it must also copy the template.

But he doesn't have that ability.

"So ancient races and humans are on your copy list? Whether it's dwarves, halflings, or goblins, Ain Shedi, witchers?"

Roy remembered that Geralt once fought a shapeshifter.

And the latter very pervertedly copied his abilities.

Nearly capsized Geralt in the gutter.

"I have copied everything you said..." Gao Wen said honestly, "I feel that the difficulty is similar."

"So are there creatures other than humans?" Roy finally came across a shapeshifter, and naturally he had to fully satisfy his curiosity, "Beasts such as cats, dogs, wolves, grizzly bears, water ghosts, corpses, etc. Humanoid monsters like ghosts..."

"Uh..." Gao Wen pursed his thick lips and hesitated for two seconds, "A dog, or a wolf, or a cat, should be fine, as long as the size and weight don't exceed me too much. A large animal like a grizzly bear is not within the scope of deformation. Inside."

Can't the size and weight be too much?

Even large animals and monsters are impossible.

"As for water ghosts and ghouls..." The shape-shifter showed a complex expression on his face, "To tell you the truth, I have never tried to become that kind of monster. I don't plan to try it in the future, because once I become a certain type of monster. If there are creatures, I will think according to their biological habits and ways of thinking.”

"The brains of monsters are very barren, and they are inherently imbecile. If I want to become them, maybe I will forget my true identity and start attacking humans in Ulla, and I will never change back."

"So warlocks, high-level vampires, and other magical creatures, can you copy them?"

Roy Anjin's pupils seemed to be shining, as if seeing some kind of rare treasure, which made Gao Wen faintly panic.

If the other party can become a high-level vampire, does his blood essence meet the requirements of tempering elixir? Maybe, it would save Roy a lot of effort.

"To tell you the truth, I used to simulate spell casters... As long as I observe them for a period of time, I can copy them, but the ability to cast spells will be weakened a lot... My transformation is not enough to control too much magic... As for the advanced level you said Vampire, I'm sorry, I've never seen such a creature with my own eyes, so it's impossible to talk about shapeshifting."

"Can you keep that shape after you've transformed?"

"Yes, as long as I want to..."

The shapeshifter's abilities, then, were perfectly suited to the witcher's needs, and his eyes became more and more interested.

"Your Excellency Gawain, your transformation ability is so outstanding, why do you hide in a dark and rotten morgue, disguising as an ugly and cowardly hunchback?"

The shapeshifter pursed his lips, looking a little nervous.

"The eternal fire has been chasing me, chasing all shapeshifters!"

His fingers trembled, and he was hysterical, "I want to live, but I don't want to leave Nuocheng... If I can disguise myself as a human being ugly enough, the soldiers of eternity don't want to give me a second look."

"Then, I can live in safety and peace."

"I've been like this for two years, until today, you're here. How on earth did you find me?"

Gawain asked cautiously, "I don't remember any appearances, or where there were any flaws."

"Witcher intuition, do you understand?"

Of course, with the help of the dream divinator, he confirmed his thoughts.

Now, Roy has new questions.

Before the First World War, the extremist organization Eternal Fire has begun to exterminate non-human beings?

"Why is Eternal Fire chasing and killing shape-shifting monsters, and what kind of hatred does it have with you?"

When Gao Wen heard this, his face turned red with anger,

"This is an unwarranted crime, Eternal Fire is guilty of being a thief!"

He spit out and explained the reason.

Shapeshifters can imitate humanoids at will, acquire their minds and memories, and silently take over all of a human's possessions.

This ability of memory, mind and body to accept it all seems to prove that the soul and the body are inherently one, contrary to the fundamental theory of the separation of the eternal fire and the flesh.

This shakes the foundation of teaching, so the eternal fire hates them, and they have been doing things to kill them all.

In addition, many ordinary people also reject and hate shapeshifters because of their fear and fear.

And using silver items, it is easy to pierce the disguise of the shapeshifter.

In this way, from ancient times to the present, almost all shapeshifters have been killed.

It has almost become a magical creature that only exists in legends.

Roy sighed. He naturally understood the nature of shapeshifters. Most of them were very kind and would not maliciously harm humans.

But there is an old saying that the average man is innocent, but he is guilty.

With this ability to defy the sky, kindness has become their weakness, and the end can be foreseen.

...

Seeing that the witcher was silent, Gawain stood up from the corner, took a deep breath, and calmed down his restless mood, "Master... Have you finished asking all your questions? Shouldn't it be time to talk about business?"

"As you wish," Roy ended the topic, "but I have to tell the rules first."

"Your Excellency Gawain, no matter whether the deal is negotiated or not, you can't reveal any word that I will say next?"

The demon hunter's eyes turned cold, and a cold suffocating aura emerged from his body, "Otherwise, it will not only be the eternal fire that will hunt you down, but there will also be a group of demon hunters!"

"But if you complete this deal! For the rest of your life, you will have everything you want!"

"You will enjoy the luxurious life of the top rich people in Nuocheng!"

The shapeshifter's heart skipped a beat and he swallowed.

I just felt my scalp go numb.

As timid as he was about to shake his head to refuse.

Suddenly thinking of the current situation, one-on-one with this unrepeatable witcher, does he have room to refuse?

Will the witcher let him go?

And the old days of foolishness.

He has had enough!

Opportunities lie ahead.

"Gao Wen, be brave and show the courage of a male shapeshifter!"

Self-motivated repeatedly.

The shapeshifter was trembling all over, his face flushed red, and he nodded heavily, "I promise, I swear, if there is a leak, I won't die, and I won't die without a whole body..."

"Enough, enough, Your Excellency Gawain, we are friends from now on!" Roy stretched out his hand and shook him lightly.

"Going to the topic, what do you think about the Big Four in Nuocheng, no, they are now the Big Three? What's your impression?"

"Beggar King Francis Bellan, Butcher Cleaver, Collector Olof Beard?"

"That's right..."

Although Gawain didn't know why the other party asked this question, he answered honestly, "I neither hate nor love them for the first two. But I hate collectors, this guy is a warlock supremacist who discriminates against all non-human beings! Including shapeshifters, witchers."

"And I heard that he also had a lot of outrageous hobbies in private, collecting corpse specimens... euphemistically, it is called collecting art."

"It's actually a pervert, a bastard!"

Roy nodded, and his heart became more and more happy, and things were developing in the direction he liked.

"Then, do you think that if you are a collector, you are still qualified to continue to sit in a high position as one of the giants of Nuocheng."

"What do you mean?" Gao Wenqing couldn't help but take a step back. He was not stupid. After a few thoughts in his mind, he guessed what the witcher was thinking, and his face changed suddenly, "You, you shouldn't be..."

"That's how it works, it's impossible! The Olof family has a big business, and there are countless bodyguards around him. He is also a spellcaster and wears countless enchanted items!"

The witcher's mouth twitched, and his tone was full of confidence and courage, which was inexplicably convincing.

"Listen to me, a few companions and I are responsible for eradicating collectors, and you don't have to take risks, just cooperate with us, grasp the opportunity, transform into his appearance, and replace him!"

"In the future, all his properties, his everything, belong to you."

"Of course, after this is done, you will be the witcher's ally, and we will help and benefit each other!"

"Guru..." Gawain swallowed.

The expression froze, and the whole person was so shocked that he couldn't make any expression.

"Gao Wen, now, I, the Demon Hunter of the Viper School, Roy, here I will formally ask you if you are interested in replacing the Collector!" The rain, opened his arms, his face calm and comfortable.

"You, are you willing?!"

"Together with the witcher, destroy that shit!"