Hollow Knight: Hallownest

A dazzling light like a burning flame flashed out from the Dream Nail that Mo Rong was holding in front of his chest, becoming brighter and brighter, so that the entire residence seemed to be exposed to the scorching sun.

The Prophet was silent.

How long did it take her to learn the Dream Gate from the old prophet? It seemed to be fifteen days and nights. I remember that it broke the learning record of all the previous prophets, which made the old prophet call himself a unique and gifted young prophet.

Shame, so shameful.

After seeing Mo Rong master the use of the Dream Gate in just half a day, she doubted her own learning talent.

How could a void creature learn the Dream Gate faster than her? !

"Prophet, am I okay this time? The light is much brighter than before." Mo Rong opened his bright eyes and looked happily at the Dream Nail in his hand.

With a teleportation anchor point, you no longer have to worry about wasting time traveling long distances.

The prophet nodded with a complicated expression, waved his hand and said, "Of course, but you have only completed the spell now. Without the injection of dream essence, the dream anchor point still cannot be planted."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dream Nail suddenly went silent and dimmed, returning to its normal appearance.

"This is weird. I've used the Dream Nail to kill many bugs before. There's no reason why there wouldn't be any Dream Essence left..."

Mo Rong rubbed his chin and inadvertently glanced at the prophet next to him, scaring her so much that she quickly stepped back to protect her body.

"You...what are you doing?"

"What are you thinking?" Mo Rong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head and looked back at the nail: "I just want to ask if you have any clues. If I remember correctly, the Dream Nail can absorb the essence of dreams from insects, right?"

"Yes......"

"You remembered wrong."

"Then why... huh?" Mo Rong's voice paused. Obviously, he didn't expect that he would be choked by the prophet.

“Who told you that the Dream Nail can absorb the essence of dreams from insects?” The prophet raised his lips.

Finally there is something you don't know.

"Isn't it?" Mo Rong said as he thought about it carefully in his mind.

I remember the previous times I released the Dream Nail to chop bugs were in the Guardian Selection, the Soul Swamp, and the dream battle just now. Even if the previous ones couldn’t feedback the essence of the dream, what about the last one?

That’s Marcos, the strongest warrior of the Moth Clan, and a blessed and enhanced version!

It's impossible that there is no dream essence on me at all?

"Actually, if you said it a long time ago, it would barely be considered half right."

The prophet sorted out his thoughts and said, "Dreams are a gift from fate to all intelligent creatures, but the essence of dreams requires dreams to be condensed and refined into energy."

"Of course, if you don't have that ability, you can also rely on a powerful believer. After all, the power of dreams is not closed. All rivers flow into the sea, and the sea accepts all rivers."

There is no need to think about the metaphor of the Prophet, Morong is nothing more than the overview of the situation when the Radiance ruled this land. It is similar to the situation of Hallownest being infected by the Radiance in the game, both of which extract the essence of dreams from the Radiance's dreams.

"What about the Moth Clan? You can't be that capable, right?"

When this was mentioned, the prophet's eyes immediately showed arrogance, and his chin slightly raised: "Of course, every member of the Moth Tribe has the essence of dreams in their bodies that is incomparable to other tribes. There is no other comparable one in the same level."

"Then why didn't I get any dream essence back when I used the Dream Nail to hit Marcos?" Mo Rong was indignant.

"Of course it's because of it..." The prophet started proudly and stopped abruptly, his mouth curled up, his body leaned forward slightly, and he swallowed his saliva: "Gulu... Wait, who are you talking about?"

"Who did you...smack?"

"Marcos, there is only one Marcos in your Moth Tribe, who else could it be?"

Seeing that Mo Rong was serious and there was no joking in his tone, the prophet closed his mouth and looked at him suspiciously for several times, as if to say - just you?

Marcos' temper is no secret among the Moth Tribe. Not to mention that his aura has not faded with the passage of time, but has become even sharper. He is not even polite to his own people, let alone a member of the Void Tribe who he regards as his mortal enemy?

If he really ran into Marcos, the latter would never let him come back alive, but at the moment, there are only two possibilities.

First, Mo Rong was lying, and second, the two met and really fought, and the result was...

The prophet looked at Mo Rong who was sitting in front of her safe and sound, and did not dare to think further, as that was a bit beyond her comprehension. Instead, the latter's next words made her breathe a sigh of relief.

"I took advantage of the opportunity to hit him. Don't get me wrong, he was the first to attack. Fortunately, I was more skilled and let him run away." Mo Rong snorted twice.

'One step ahead' means that there were five reliable teammates, plus him, and the team was almost wiped out in a six-on-one situation.

Of course I won’t tell the truth. After all, when you are away from home, your identity is given by yourself.

"I always feel that you have distorted something... ahem, even if what you said is true, it won't work." The prophet shook his head and pointed at himself.

"Even among the moth tribe, the differences between individuals are very obvious. Carrying the essence of dreams requires talent. It's like if you hit me with the Dream Nail..."

The prophet suppressed Mo Rongchun's hand that was about to move, frowned and said, "Look, you are anxious again."

Mo Rong then summarized his explanation by saying that a mule should match its saddle. He could not receive the essence of Marcos' dream simply because the two were not on the same level.

"In short, I have also taught you the Gate of Dreams. No matter what method you use to obtain the essence of dreams, you can't target my people, do you understand?" The prophet put away his lazy look and became unusually solemn.

"Look at my brain!"

Mo Rong slapped himself on the head. How could he forget the Whispering Roots in the Resting Place?

The dream essence that thing gives is much faster than chopping insects!

"Looking at your expression, I think what I just said must have touched your soul. I won't say more. You can just..."

Mo Rong stopped listening to the prophet's chatter and turned around to look outside the door.

Once the cross-section had depth, the location began to become a little unclear. Fortunately, the Whispering Root looked extraordinary, and its fruit was like a dream catcher, so it didn't take much effort to find it.

Looking at the tree roots in front of him that were half a head taller than him, Mo Rong summoned the Dream Nail without hesitation.

At the same time, the heels of a beautiful lady trembled.