Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Just as Mo Rong had never thought that he would meet Kui Ruo at the crossroads, he had never thought that Kui Ruo would leave so suddenly.

"Are you going out?"

"Well, Hallownest is big, but it's just a drop in the ocean compared to the rest of the world. It may be offensive to say that, but..."

Quirrell looked straight into Mo Rong's eyes and said seriously: "I don't want to stay in Holy Nest for the rest of my life, even though it is a holy place in the hearts of many travelers."

Mo Rong looked at Qui Ruo and the mask on his head with a complicated expression, and sighed slightly: "The mask was given to you by your teacher, right? Did she agree?"

At this point, Qui Ruo smiled and nodded: "Well, it was the teacher who took the initiative to agree to let me out. Maybe it was because I have been performing well recently?"

Mo Rong was silent for a moment. Perhaps the atmosphere seemed a little heavy to Kui Ruo, so he made a half-true and half-false joke: "Brother Mo Rong, do you want to go with me?"

Mo Rong waved his hand, looked at Qui Ruo and said, "I... can't leave you for the time being. Have you made up your mind?"

If he guessed correctly, the gears of the seal had probably already started turning, and Quirrell's absence was probably because Monomon didn't want him to watch him participate in the seal, otherwise who knows what problems might have arisen.

So thinking...

"Well, maybe I won't be back until after a while, but there's no need for you to be so serious, Brother Mo Rong. It makes it seem like I won't be back."

"I'm afraid that when you come back, you won't be yourself anymore."

"what?"

Mo Rong just whispered this sentence softly, Kui Ruo didn't hear it clearly, and Mo Rong didn't intend to really say it.

Should he stop Qui Ruo? Mo Rong thought a lot at this moment. As for where this question came from, of course, he couldn't bear to see Qui Ruo, who returned many years later, lose all his memories of this place and remember all the past when he was about to die.

“I forget all the tragedies and see only miracles.”

But if the ending was really like this, the bone nail would not be stuck alone on the shore of the Blue Lake.

But if he really wanted to dissuade Quirrell, what reason should he give? The friendship between master and apprentice? The desire to save the world? Or should he tell Quirrell about the ending of the game and persuade him to join him?

Mo Rong would not do this, nor would he allow himself to do so.

"Haha, it's nothing. Since you have already made up your mind, I don't have much to say to you, brother... just wait a minute."

Mo Rong began to search his body, taking out all the Geo that he had obtained from killing monsters and mining Geo mines during this period, leaving only one, and piled the rest in Quiro's hands.

"Well, I don't have anything to give you, so this little bit of Geo will serve as your travel expenses."

Upon seeing this, Kui Ruo immediately pushed back, refusing to take so much money no matter what. However, he was finally stopped by Mo Rong with a sentence "If you don't take it, you don't treat me as a brother".

"Alright, I won't say anything sentimental about us two brothers. Be careful when you are out there. When you encounter danger, save your life first. If you are defeated, come back and call me big brother. I will show him what a shady man is!"

Mo Rong raised his forearm and raised his chin towards Kui Ruo, who just looked at him with a smile and nodded vigorously.

"Brother, goodbye."

"Yeah. Bon voyage."

Watching Kui Ruo's gradually receding back, Mo Rong gradually withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the other end of the crossroads.

The long-lost feeling of confusion resurfaced in Mo Rong's heart. He now felt that the world was spinning too fast and he could no longer keep up. It had only been a short time since he came out of the abyss, and he had not even started looking for a way to balance the three parties, but the seal had already been prepared.

When the chariot of fate was coming towards him, Mo Rong realized that his strength was not even that of a mantis. He was just a grain of sand splashed by the wheels. If we really want to be optimistic, he was just a slightly larger stone.

"Sure enough, it's already been built?"

Not long after Mo Rong walked, he saw a huge building standing in an open space in the distance. He felt familiar with it, but this time there was no light coming out of the hole. The darkness inside was even emptier than Mo Rong's eyes.

"what should I do?"

Mo Rong slowly walked towards the interior of the Black Egg Temple. If possible, he did not want the Dreamer to die. Perhaps it was because he had foreseen the ending? The theory of consequences told him that everything the White King did would be in vain. The death of the Dreamer could only bring a little peace to the Holy Nest.

"To the Swamp of Souls."

Stopping in front of the Black Egg Temple, Mo Rong did not hesitate any longer and hurried to the Soul Swamp. He needed to get the method of using the Dream Gate from the Moth Clan, and then find a chance to get close to Zemor to get the flower that could purify the power of the void.

Since time is limited, let's take it one step at a time.

......

After seeing Bumblebee's counterattack against the hypocritical nobles in the Deepnest, Hera felt completely relieved.

The delicate child in her memory has really grown up and is no longer affected by the gazes of others. That’s great. It’s a pity that she doesn’t have much time left to spend with her.

"Child, come to your mother."

Ever since his disastrous defeat at the hands of Mo Rong's bone nails, Bumblebee's daily training has become more diligent, and under Hera's guidance, his use of silk threads has become more mature, and Hera's shadow can be vaguely seen in his every move.

"what happened?"

Hera raised her head slightly and looked at the Weaver guards on both sides. The latter immediately understood her look, walked out, leaving only the mother and daughter between them.

"Kid, have you ever hated me?"

After the words fell, Bumblebee's body stiffened, and he looked up to meet Hera's kind eyes. He was silent for a long time before he lowered his head and said: "Well..."

Hera smiled bitterly when she heard this, and the guilt in her eyes became more intense.

"I hate my mother for not reacting to those insults, and for sending me away when I was so young..."

Hera wanted to explain, but after a thousand words, she could only say bitterly: "I'm sorry, I'm not a qualified mother."

Bumblebee didn't say anything. Hera took a deep breath and then said, "Child, you have grown up. There are some things I can't hide from you anymore, because it's unfair to you."

"Is it a question of your background?" Bumblebee looked up again, his voice flat and emotionless.

"It seems that you have already guessed that the other half of your blood flowing in your body does not come from your original father."

"It's Uncle King."

Hera's heart trembled when she heard this, and she nodded slowly. This was not difficult to guess, and she had already prepared herself mentally.

Bumblebee looked at Hera seriously and said word by word: "What's the price?"

The four words that came out of Hera's mouth made the indifferent Bumblebee instantly panic.

"my life."