Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Chapter 12 Snail Shaman and the Abyss

"Come on, how?"

Mo Rong looked at Wuma eagerly, his hands trembling with excitement.

Wuma looked at Mo Rong hesitantly and whispered:

"Actually, I can't guarantee that you can learn it."

When Mo Rong heard this, he frowned.

"What do you mean? Are you kidding me?"

Seeing Mo Rong's expression, Wuma knew that he might have misunderstood, so she waved her hand quickly.

"No, I'm not playing tricks on you, it's just..."

"Just what?" Seeing Wuma's serious look, Murong didn't seem to be playing tricks on him, and his tone was not so aggressive.

Wuma looked at Ida, who was sitting not far away, and then at Mo Rong, motioning to Mo Rong to let Ida go out.

"It's okay, he is my brother, there is no need to avoid it."

Wuma still kept her mouth shut tightly, Mo Rong was a little helpless. Ida on the side also understood Wuma's eyes, and stood up and went out.

"Can we talk now?"

"Will you keep it a secret? I have to make sure you won't leak it before I tell you."

"It's really troublesome. I can keep it a secret, okay."

"You don't have to blame me. It's not good for you or me if this news leaks out."

"Do you know why I said there's no guarantee you'll be able to learn spells?"

Mo Rong shook his head.

"Listen carefully, I once said in the tavern that I am a shaman. To be precise, I am a member of the Snail Shaman clan."

"And the spells we create can only be learned by those who believe in the void."

"Believe in vanity? Don't you believe in the current king?"

Mo Rong was a little confused, and Wuma shook his head after hearing this.

"That's why I asked you to keep it a secret."

"We, the snail shaman lineage, have been famous spell creators since ancient times. We are familiar with the soul, focus on the soul, and use the soul."

"You know, the soul comes from the individual. You have your soul, I have my soul. The strength of each person's soul is inherent."

"And our shaman clan is a naturally powerful clan, but that is not enough, far from being able to support the development of soul power, so we have believed in the void since ancient times."

"There is a black liquid in the abyss, called void matter. As long as it is applied to the body, the soul can be greatly enhanced, and it can absorb souls scattered in the air."

When Murong heard this, he became more and more curious. He knew that one of the necessary components of the container in the game was void matter.

"But now that the king of Hallownest has sealed the abyss, I haven't seen anyone who believes in the void for a long time."

"Why seal the abyss?"

"Who knows, maybe they don't want the bugs to believe in the void anymore. After all, those bugs believe in power and chaos in their bones and are difficult to educate."

Mo Rong stared straight at Wuma, it was self-evident.

"Don't look at me. Although I believe in the void, our souls are strong and will not be too deeply affected by the void."

"Hownest today is indeed much more peaceful than it was back then, which is a bit hard for me to imagine."

Wuma looked a little dazed and then said:

"I can't guarantee that the reason you learned it is because you didn't believe in the void."

"I can tell at a glance that your soul power is weak. It's really too weak."

Wuma shook his head, Mo Rong: Are you polite?

"If you can't absorb soul power to enrich yourself, then if I give you this spell, it will be like killing you."

"Your soul power is not strong enough. The price of using this spell is to overdraw your soul. The soul dominates the body. Without the soul, wouldn't you be a walking zombie?"

Mo Rong looked at Wuma's sincere look in front of him and understood that she was actually worried about him.

"You also know that I have never believed in the void?"

Mo Rong smiled crookedly and handed his hand to Wuma.

"Touch and see?"

Wuma was a little confused, but she still did as she was told and put her hand on Mo Rong's arm.

As soon as he put his hand on it, Wuma's body felt a sense of longing that he had not felt for a long time, and every cell in his body was excited because of the contact with Mo Rong.

Wuma stepped back suddenly, shocked.

"This is, this is void matter?!"

Murong signaled Wuma to be quiet. He actually didn't want to reveal his identity, but Wuma wouldn't be willing to teach him if he didn't tell him. Besides, they seemed to be on the same team, so Murong felt free to reveal his identity.

Wuma also realized that he had lost his composure, calmed down his emotions, and asked incredulously:

"I'm very curious about why you are still alive and have reason. Your soul is obviously so weak."

Murong: Let's skip the topic of weak souls.

"Why do you say that?"

"I said before that most bugs that believe in the void are in chaos because they abuse void matter for power. It is true that void matter will enhance the power of the soul, but it will also backfire on the mind."

Wuma said while looking around Mo Rong, as if he was looking at some new species.

"It's strange for you. Even though your whole body is covered with void matter, your soul power is very weak, but it hasn't been counterattacked by it."

Mo Rong: Okay, okay, let’s chat like this.

"how did you do that?"

Wuma looked at Mo Rong like a curious baby, and Mo Rong shook his head.

"Do you believe me when I say it's natural?"

"Tch, if you don't want to tell me, forget it, just wait."

Wuma curled her lips and walked a little farther away from Mo Rong.

Wuma's mouth was slightly open, and obscure spells were spoken from his mouth, followed by a beautiful voice that made people intoxicated, but this voice gradually became harsh and gave people a splitting headache.

Many scattered white particles suddenly appeared in front of Wuma. Following Wuma's voice, they gradually gathered into a familiar shape.

That is the cry of many souls.

"Take it and try it, my magic crystal."

Wuma's voice was a little tired. Extracting the spell in this way was really exhausting.

Mo Rong looked at the ferocious magic crystal floating in front of his eyes and slowly touched it with his hand.

The moment the two touched, the spell crystals were converted into white particles, rushing towards Mo Rong's body crazily. Mo Rong felt that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind that was not his own, rich and majestic, supporting He felt really uncomfortable.

"Damn it, why does it hurt so much!!!"

When the last white particle entered Mo Rong's body, he couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled his eyes and fainted.

Wuma looked at Mo Rong who was fainting on the ground and chuckled:

"I asked you to steal my wine, just a little bit."

Wuma then walked out of the temple. She was afraid that Murong would cause trouble for her the next morning, so she hurried away.

Poor Ida slept outside with her arms folded, leaning against the temple wall, and no one woke him up.

......

"Ah!"

Ida wiped her nose and slowly opened her eyes. She felt a pain in her back and realized that she slept outside last night.

"What about the brothers you promised to forget when you have a woman? It's heart-breaking. It's really heart-breaking."

Ida shook her head and entered the temple. She wanted to complain to Mo Rong, but suddenly she found that Mo Rong was lying on the ground motionless, and the woman who called herself Wuma yesterday had disappeared without a trace.

Ida hurriedly ran to Mo Rong and shook him, but Mo Rong didn't respond.

This really scared Ida.

"Fuck, bro, wake up!"

Ida picked up her hand and slapped Mo Rong on the face, the wind brought by her palm whistling.

"Snapped!"

"Brother, wake up, don't scare me!"

"Snapped!"

"Mo Rong! Wake up!"

When the third palm was about to fall, Ida suddenly felt a murderous aura locking on her.

"Brother, just wait, I'll go get revenge on that bitch for you!"

After Ida finished speaking, he quickly stood up. He felt that he would be unable to leave if he didn't leave.

"How's it going? Does my face feel good?"