Hollow Knight: Hallownest

This was the first time that Bumblebee truly felt such a strong threat to his life.

Whether in the nest, the palace or the beehive, he was always held in the palm of his hand and raised in a greenhouse. Although he had honed his skills, he had never faced a crisis like this one, even though Royle had been full of fighting spirit during the later training.

But that was just training after all, a reality that both sides could not ignore, and it was far from fighting for their lives.

Bumblebee still maintained a defensive posture, his eyes never slackened, even though the strange insect in front of him was full of flaws.

Two encounters with the enemy, two extremes.

The hunter stood up from the boulder and approached the Bumblebee. His tall body and sharp claws on both sides made his fierce momentum even more fierce, and the oppressive feeling was almost tangible as he pounced on the latter.

He had an impression of the little guy in front of him, who exuded a very strong aura.

Rustle...

Oh, found it.

The hunter searched among the bushes that adorned his head, then, under Bumblebee's uneasy gaze, he pulled out a... stone.

Stone?

Bumblebee frowned, she thought the hunter was reaching for a weapon, but he pulled out an ordinary-looking stone instead.

Could it be that this guy is a shooter?

"We have the same breath, but yours is much more complicated. But I still feel familiar with it."

The Hunter's voice was deep and powerful, exactly how Bumblebee imagined it.

He put the stone back next to his head and looked directly at the nervous little guy not far away, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"What is your relationship to the king, little one?"

"I..." Bumblebee was about to answer subconsciously, but he immediately closed his mouth and asked angrily: "Why should I tell you?"

"Because that will affect whether I decide to take your life."

The tone was too casual, as if the fate of the Bumblebee was already in the hands of the hunter.

Bumblebee lowered his head, his expression hidden in the shadows, and the hand holding the bone needle began to tremble slightly.

"You're angry?"

"There's no point getting angry. As prey, your fate is controlled by your hunter. This is the law of nature."

The hunter's tone was very serious, without any hint of disdain.

This is his truth.

Bumblebee hated this kind of reasoning.

If she had resigned herself to her fate, she would never have appeared here.

She was angry.

"Cut the nonsense!"

The Bumblebee held the silk thread in one hand, twisted his waist and used all his strength to shoot the bone needle at the hunter. The explosion sound produced by the friction with the air was extremely sharp, scaring away a large number of moss crawlers hiding nearby.

It was only fifteen steps away, and the bone needle arrived in an instant, with the silk thread stretched straight.

Normally speaking, a creature this big would be almost impossible to avoid at this distance... The Bumblebee clutched the silk thread tightly, looking grim.

The hunter did not avoid it.

He held the bone needle that was almost as long as his palm and shook his head in disappointment: "The speed is okay, but the strength is too far away. The technique is not good."

Bumblebee gritted her teeth and tried desperately to pull the silk thread back in her hand, but even though she used all her strength, the bone needle did not move at all between the hunter's fingers.

That was still only using two fingers.

"How about this? If you answer my question now, I will consider letting you go."

The hunter's eyes were playful, as if he was performing some tricks before the final kill, teasing the last bit of weak life of his prey.

"Don't even think about it..." Bumblebee's eyes widened in anger. Seeing that there was no hope of taking back the weapon, he simply leaned forward and rushed out holding the silk thread.

The silk threads of the Weavers are extremely tough. One thread can bear hundreds of times the weight of the Weaver's body and is very difficult to damage. When swung, it is like a whip, and its power is no less than that of a bone needle hitting an insect.

This is her second weapon!

The silk threads were wrapped around the hunter's arms in circles. He tried to struggle, and the threads were stretched a little, but then the strong rebound force pulled his arms back.

"Interesting, looks like it will be much more useful than your weapon."

Seeing the results in front of him, Bumblebee turned a deaf ear to the hunter's provocation, came to the front, leaped into the air, and stared straight at the three pairs of animal eyes.

The next moment, the silk threads turned into dancing silver light and whipped towards the hunter's head!

Clang, clang, clang—!

A crisp sound that was not caused by bone collision was heard by Bumblebee, and his pupils trembled!

I saw the fangs next to the hunter's head closed, and the silk thread whipped on them, leaving only very shallow marks. If you don't look closely, there is almost no difference from before.

Once again, the Hunter's physical strength was beyond Bumblebee's imagination.

"Your skill in picking your teeth is pretty good, but it's still a little bit off. Do you know where it's off?"

With just a slight groan, the silk threads wrapped around the hunter's arms were all broken, crackling like firecrackers, and floated weakly to the ground, throwing the bone needles in their hands back to the bumblebee.

"That's exactly what's missing. I'll give it back to you. A toothpick can't afford to lose her toothpick." The hunter didn't hide his sarcasm at all.

Bumblebee clenched his hands and looked at the hunter in front of him. The feeling of powerlessness and despair in his heart almost reached its peak.

Although he only used two moves, both of them contained the essence of each other. Even if he used other moves against the guy in front of him, the result would be the same as before.

The gap is too big. There is an insurmountable chasm between my strength and his.

Do you want to admit defeat?

Bumblebee's eyes were a little dazed. He lowered his head and looked blankly at the muddy bone needles on the ground, as if they had lost their former luster.

She remembered something, something about the giver of the bone needle - Aunt Vespa's parting words.

"I have seen them before when I was traveling abroad... The aura they exude scares away anyone who intends to harm them."

"Child, I see their shadows in you. You have the same ferocity and might as them."

"From now on, you will be called Bumblebee."

The girl bent over to pick up the bone needle and held it in her hand again. The girl in red skirt wiped the mud off the needle, making it shine again. The girl's eyes gradually focused and she murmured:

"I'm not a tooth picker, and it's not called a toothpick."

"My name is Bumblebee. I have a ferocity and momentum that is not inferior to any enemy."

"It's called Bone Needle. It will scare away any enemy who intends to do evil."

The hunter looked at the girl not far away who had already lifted her defensive posture but whose momentum was rising continuously, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Knowing shame leads to courage, and remaining calm in the face of danger, these are the qualities a hunter should possess.

You passed.

Bumblebee took a deep breath, put the bone needle next to his ear again, assumed an attacking stance, raised his eyes, and looked at the hunter with an unprecedented determination.

"Come on, I'm ready."