Hollow Knight: Hallownest

As soon as Orgrim finished speaking, before the other knights could ask the reason, the collision that broke out in the field told them everything.

A cluster of tendrils composed of multiple frantic void tendrils emerged from Confession and Mo Rong's bodies, like a pair of hands eager to escape from the abyss of despair, moving forward and whipping with all their strength, trying to cut into pieces all the obstacles that prevented them from seeing the light.

From a distance, the tendrils that burst out from Mo Rong's body were obviously thinner, and did not create as much visual impact as Bai's. But even so, he never fell into a disadvantage in the clash of the two tendrils.

After a few breaths, the tendrils suddenly straightened, as if unwilling to fall into the abyss again, and they were still waving before retracting.

They are evenly matched and share the same strength.

Mo Rong lowered his head and touched his belly, feeling that there had not been much change.

At this moment, he could hardly believe that the pool of stagnant black liquid that made up his body could actually produce such a horrifying thing.

The two sides stopped fighting tacitly, and a white armor gradually appeared on Bai's shoulders and back. Its eyes turned to the side, and it was unknown what it was looking at.

"do not fight?"

Looking at the armor on his senior, Mo Rong naturally knew that this meant he had stopped. He was not a big fan of fighting, but he just saw so many moves and he still felt a little unsatisfied.

"See your Majesty!"

"See His Majesty the King!"

Several respectful greetings sounded from a distance, loud and even except for that one special word.

Bai's gaze was fixed right there - on King Bai who was walking towards the entrance of the martial arts arena.

The appearance of the White King obviously caught Mo Rong and several other knights off guard, but Hegemer remained calm.

He became suspicious when Mo Rong used the Dream Nail for the second time and focused his attention on the glowing bone nail, so he accidentally discovered that Mo Rong could actually use the power of dreams.

The breath of the void did not cause him to react because of Bai's precedent, but the power of dreams was different.

You have to know that they had just participated in the war with the ancient god not long ago!

Two completely contradictory forces appeared in the same insect, which made him wonder whether Mo Rong was infected by the power of dreams.

That is why he reported this to the king.

The White King took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of the knights, looking at Mo Rong and Bai who were fighting against each other in the field.

In fact, Drya had reported the existence of the Dream Nail to him as early as the Guard selection competition, so he was not surprised.

The Dream Nail is only a medium for communicating with dreams and cannot be considered dangerous.

The main reason for his visit this time was actually because of another strange breath of the void. Even if Hegemer had not reported it, he would have come here in person.

The second half of the battle is in full view.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty."

Mo Rong retracted the bone nail and walked towards Bai Wang. Just as he raised his hand to say hello, Bai Wang's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight.

At the same time, a huge force suddenly came from his wrist, tightly clamping his hand like an iron clamp.

Looking sideways, it was the White King.

I saw a ray of white light jumping out from the sleeves, and penetrated into Mo Rong's body through the intersection. It traveled around in his body like an electric shock and then returned to Bai Wang's body again. The whole process took only a blink of an eye and Mo Rong didn't notice it at all.

"It seems that exiling you to that place before should be regarded as a reward. It is a bargain for you."

The White King withdrew his hand. He looked calm on the surface, but there was surprise in his eyes.

The void power in Mo Rong's body was much purer than before, and even stronger than Bai's.

Unfortunately, individuals with emotions cannot become containers, otherwise the chances of sealing the ancient god would increase.

"That's true. I suffered a lot down there and almost couldn't get out for the rest of my life."

Mo Rong was in a bad mood. The seal on the mask had caused him a lot of trouble for a long time, otherwise he would not have been trapped for so long.

The White King ignored his dissatisfaction, walked straight to Bai's side, and held its arm in the same way.

After a few breaths, he let go again, with the worry disappearing from his eyes.

Fortunately, I was not affected.

"You are very skilled in martial arts. Are you interested in becoming a knight?"

The light words sounded like spring thunder in the ears of the knights. They all raised their heads and looked at the White King in disbelief.

Leaving Bai unimportant, and instead inviting an outsider with unknown origins to become a knight?

Hegemo frowned and was about to open his mouth to dissuade him, but Mo Rong took the lead and shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, no, no, no."

"When you asked me to escort Bumblebee before, you didn't give me anything. Now you want to keep taking advantage of my labor for free?"

"I won't do it. Find someone else to do it."

At this point, Mo Rong's eyes lit up and he raised his index finger next to his mask.

"Hey! I have a good candidate, would you like to consider it, Your Majesty?"

The White King knew what he was going to say without even guessing. He laughed and shook his head: "No one else can do it except you."

Even Mo Rong was stunned when these words were spoken, feeling a little flattered.

"Since you don't want to, forget it. But I still hope you can stay. Bai just needs a strong sparring partner."

"How about a gold euro a day?"

"Okay...uh, no, I still have things to do." Mo Rong almost agreed without thinking.

There is no way, he gave too much.

"In that case, I feel sorry for Shiro. Do you have anything else to do?"

The stingy White King started to drive people away.

Mo Rong curled his lips, turned his head and looked deeply at his senior, then turned and walked out of the martial arts arena.

Zemor, who was looking down at this moment, seemed to have thought something through. He raised his body and looked at the White King: "Your Majesty, I will go and see him off."

"Go."

The White King waved his hand absentmindedly, turned around and disappeared into the martial arts arena.

......

Mo Rong stepped out of the martial arts arena, looking much more relaxed.

This time, I got the delicate flowers surprisingly smoothly, and I also got to appreciate the demeanor of my predecessors. It was really worth the trip.

While thinking about the battle just now, he slowly walked out of the palace.

and many more!

Mo Rong seemed to remember something and reached into his arms in a panic.

It’s broken, it’s broken!

In the battle with my senior just now, I was hit by a bone nail. Although it was blocked by the shining tortoise shell, I was still able to fly out solidly.

Sure enough, the delicate flower was no longer as intact as before. The petals were gone, leaving only a bare stem.

Mo Rong was so annoyed at this moment that he just wanted to slap himself twice.

Why not take out the flowers and let Zemor keep them for a while before the battle? !

I gave her such a confident look, now I'm so embarrassed.

Just as he lowered his head, struggling internally over whether he should shamelessly go back and ask for another one, the bright petals suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

It's Zemor.

Mo Rong's eyes widened, and he turned his head to look, just in time to meet Zemor's comforting eyes: "Although I am still quite dissatisfied, but since the king has recognized you, I am willing to give you another chance."

"Take it and go save your old friend."

After handing the flower to Mo Rong, Zemor turned and left, without even giving Mo Rong a chance to react or open his mouth to explain.

Just like that, he gave me another one?

Mo Rong looked at the flowers with a dazed look on his face.

He felt guilty for his previous lie and ashamed of Zemor's sincerity.

He wanted to explain... Mo Rong carefully put the flower back into his arms, his face resolute.

Never mind, he didn't need to explain.

How come Holynest, who was covered in sores in his memory, was not considered an old friend of his?