The short old man said, with a tone of being taken for granted.

"Why is it me?" Santoro, the young and even immature, asked angrily.

The shape changer is somewhat similar to the druids in Charles' memory. They have a peculiar animal affinity that can transfer their spirituality into animals, whether it is a wolf, an eagle, a bear, a pig, or a cat.

Usually they rely on this to control various animals, whether it is combat, exploration, or even tracking threats.

If they encounter a life-and-death crisis, they will not die immediately. The spirituality that leaves the body will quickly transfer to their animal partners to continue to survive.

However, this kind of survival will not last very long. In about a few months, it will be unconsciously assimilated by wild beasts, and the memory will disappear, turning into a real beast.

This is no different from dying.

So although he did not die on the spot, no one was willing to do such an errand. Santoro is still young, so naturally no exception.

Unfortunately, some things are not something he can do just by whether he wants to do it or not.

"If you don't go, I'll kill you now." The short old man said lightly.

Santoro was furious when he heard this, but he knew that he could not deal with the six-shaped man who had been rampant among the savage group for a long time, so he glanced around like asking for help, hoping that others would come out and say something for him.

No one spoke for him, and when faced with his gaze, everyone looked away.
Chapter completed!