Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The speed of time flowing in dreams is different from that in the real world. In Mo Rong's eyes, Marcos's eyes only flashed for a moment and then he came back to his senses, as if he had taken a nap.

"How about it, now you know whether I lied to you or not?"

Seeing that Marcos remained silent for a while, Mo Rong was secretly proud that he had finally killed his fighting spirit.

But apart from that, he still wanted to know what Radiance said or did to Marcos, which was probably related to himself.

Thinking of this, Marcos looked up at Mo Rong with a strange look in his eyes, and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something important. But as soon as he thought about it, the entanglement in his eyes immediately dissipated, and he spoke with relief:

"I'm sorry. I was too arrogant and offended you. Please tell me your name."

Marcos' attitude changed nearly 180 degrees from before. Rather than a general, he was more like a pawn under his command.

So I am just a passerby... Mo Rong couldn't help but sigh to the sky. After all, this was the third time we fought. It turned out that Marcos never took me seriously.

"Mo Rong, remember this name and don't forget it again."

After he said that, he glanced at Marcos and planned to leave.

The means of Radiance allowed him to escape from the encirclement. Even if he could conceal his presence, it was estimated that it was only a matter of time before those Void Warriors came to him. The most important thing right now was to find out the current situation of Holy Nest and see if he could use the knowledge gained in the game to change the course of certain things.

With a flap of his moth wings behind him, Mo Rong's figure suddenly rushed out of the edge of the cliff and flew quickly towards Dirtmouth below.

Rushing out of the clouds, my ears were filled with violent whistling sounds, and I felt very comfortable in my heart.

This was not the first time he had experienced this scene. Thinking back, he was probably still racking his brains trying to figure out how to land safely.

I took an inadvertent glance while daydreaming, and saw a fiery figure in the corner of my eye.

"Marcos? Why are you following me?"

"Please forgive me, I have to ensure your safety."

Marcos said it without thinking, with a sincere expression, not like he was playing tricks, but this sentence almost made Mo Rong laugh:

"You'll keep me safe?"

"How can you guarantee my safety if you can't even beat me?"

This sentence left Marcos speechless. He opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute, and turned his head away after a moment.

He chose to avoid the question.

Mo Rong felt a little uncomfortable seeing this. It was probably because of what Radiance had told him when he entered his dream just now, or maybe he followed him for the purpose of protecting Radiance. In short, after exposing Radiance's location, it would be almost impossible for him to leave him.

Oh, I was too careless. I should have run away immediately after knocking him down. But that was not right. If I had run away directly, there would probably be one more person surrounding me.

"Hmm? Am I in the wrong place?"

Mo Rong looked at the unobstructed view of Dirtmouth below, and only then did he realize where the strange feeling came from.

Where is my bridge that is so long?

He looked around, and only when he got closer did he see clearly -

The long bridge connecting the two mountains had been broken into ruins at some point and was now scattered among the Dirtmouth, giving it the style of a dilapidated classical building. If you didn't look carefully, you would have thought it was the original building.

What made him difficult to understand was not only this, but also the silence of Dirtmouth.

The insects that I remembered flying back and forth have disappeared, the houses are closed and no one is out, the wind blows the rubble past, and the place looks dilapidated and desolate.

This is Dirtmouth, but it is no longer the Dirtmouth in his impression, but the Dirtmouth in the game.

"What exactly happened...?"

Mo Rong's face was gloomy. He walked slowly forward with one hand on the rough stone wall, as if he had not yet digested the impact of this change.

Not only him, but even Marcos beside him frowned, and it was obvious that he was also confused about this.

But who can answer this question for them?

creak-

The long friction sound made by the old wooden door when it was pushed open tore open the heavy curtain. Mo Rong and Marcos were shocked and looked towards a house.

Then they saw a head tremblingly sticking out from the crack of the door. It looked around and seemed to have discovered them, so it quickly shrank back and closed the door again.

Mo Rong certainly would not miss this opportunity, and rushed to the door. He placed his hand on the door just before it closed, scaring the insect behind the door so much that it trembled:

"Let...let me go...please..."

The voice is dry and hoarse, and it is not difficult to tell that it is an old insect.

With the help of the light that came through the crack in the door, Mo Rong finally saw the face of the insect clearly, and his whole body trembled immediately.

Elder insect!

Although there was a slight difference from the calm and wise demeanor in the game, Mo Rong recognized clearly that the person in front of him was none other than Elder Chong.

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions. I just want to ask you some questions."

As he spoke, Mo Rong subconsciously took out a handful of Geo from his arms, and without distinguishing between gold and silver, he quickly stuffed it in through the crack of the door.

Elder Chong's eyes were dazzled by the light, and he looked up at Mo Rong outside the door. Seeing that he looked respectful and had no intention of breaking in, he pushed Geo back, reached out and grabbed his wrist and led him into the house, while looking outside vigilantly for fear of being discovered.

"Come in first, and then we'll talk."

As soon as Mo Rong entered the house, Marcos flashed in after him, which scared the Insect Elder quite a bit. He could tell at a glance that the two of them were not ordinary insects. If Mo Rong hadn't explained immediately, the Insect Elder would have almost fallen to his knees.

"What do you two want to ask?"

The elder worm hunched his back and spoke tremblingly: "I will tell you everything I know."

Mo Rong and Marcos looked at each other and then looked at Elder Chong. His brows were solemn and he said word by word: "I hope you can tell me how Dirtmouth became like this?"

After these words were spoken, even the frightened Elder Insect's eyes became strange, as if he was doubting whether he had heard it wrongly.

But he did not dare to refute and honestly told the history of Dirtmouth's changes to date.

Unlike the White Lady's speculation, Elder Worm has truly experienced the passage of time, and everything he said has left its mark on this land.

"The origin of Dirtmouth today can be traced back to a hundred years ago..."