Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Morong walked back to Fast, turned it over, and waited for a while.

Fast shook his head, not realizing what happened.

"What did you just do to that statue?"

"..."

Morong didn't answer. It was inconvenient to explain to him, so he could only say that he simply asked a question to the statue, and then what happened just now happened.

Fast looked suspicious after hearing this, and asked a question? So what's the problem?

"Okay, don't worry about that, let's keep moving forward."

After saying that, Mo Rong raised his feet and continued to move forward. After a short rest, everyone stood up and continued their prayers.

But from now on, they always feel that the statue seems to have lost some charm and is not as sacred as before, but its appearance has not changed at all, so no one can tell this.

"Fast, that's your home."

Looking up, I saw a huge circular building standing on the top of the mountain. There were no stairs or elevators nearby. It would be even more difficult for ordinary people to go up if they couldn't fly or crawl along the wall.

Fast nodded and looked at Mo Rong, who was standing motionless, feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Its intuition is quite accurate.

"Fast, you should go back."

Mo Rong didn't look at it, just looked at the stag beetle nest silently and said.

"what?"

"I say it's time for you to go home, to the stag beetle nest."

"Why!"

Fast took a few steps back, distanced himself from Mo Rong, and shook his head.

"You brought me here just to take me home? I didn't say I wanted to go back."

"You have to go back."

"No, I managed to escape, and I don't want to go back!"

Mo Rong looked back at Fast and said calmly:

"Then don't follow me anymore."

After saying this, Fast's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Mo Rong with a puzzled look on his face and asked:

"Did I offend you again? Why are you suddenly like this..."

It didn't know why Mo Rong wanted to drive it away suddenly. It was clear that the two of them had just escaped a disaster together not long ago. At any rate, the two of them had been together for a long time, from the crossroads to the Mantis Village, and then from the City of Tears to the Crystal Mountain Peak.

To be honest, everything it has experienced during this period is more exciting than its entire insect life so far. In its heart, it has truly regarded Mo Rong as its big brother.

Could it be that he was impoverished because he kept eating and drinking for free... Hey~, it seems really possible.

"No, if it's because of Gio's problem, I...I'd better eat less...and give you more riding sessions..."

Fast said aggrievedly, Mo Rong shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"For these reasons, can I send you food?"

"Alas, you are still too young. You are so small that your heart is full of curiosity, but there is no room for awe."

"Have you ever thought about what would have happened if I hadn't been able to save you just now?"

Fast saw this and said hurriedly:

"But I did it for..."

"I know you want to help me. I praise your courage, but I don't agree with your actions. Maybe you have no idea about the demise of life, but I can't turn a blind eye."

"At least until you fail to seek the opinions of your elders or understand these truths, I will not let you follow me anymore."

"But......"

"Stop talking about it Fast, if you still believe me, go back and think carefully about what I said. You are still young, so we may not see each other again."

"I hope that by then, I can see a completely different you than you are now."

After hearing these words, Fast stayed where he was for a long time, and Mo Rong didn't leave either. He just stayed with it, waiting for him to make a decision.

Fortunately, Fast did not disappoint him. It slowly raised its head, with reluctance and determination intertwined in its eyes.

"I understand, Brother Morong."

After saying that, he put his forelimbs on the stone wall and slowly crawled towards the stag beetle nest.

Seeing this, Mo Rong smiled happily. The matter was done and he had to leave.

"Brother Morong! Can I still follow you in the future?!"

The voice came from not far away, with a hint of crying. Mo Rong paused, took out a Jinjiao, took out the bone nail and carved a few strokes on it.

Turning around, Fast was standing at the entrance of the lair looking at him, his eyes filled with tears.

The golden gio fell next to Fast, with a big smiley face engraved on it, shining brightly beside it.

"Of course!"

......

After bidding farewell to Fast, Mo Rong directly used the Crystal Heart Super to rush back to the Crystal Peak, attracting many people's attention along the way.

The purpose of his trip was, after all, to worry about Wu Jing in Crystal Hill. Now that he was here, some things were destined to change.

After going down to the familiar mine and walking all the way into the hills, Wu Jing was still sitting among the crystals, but it was obvious that he had not yet entered deep meditation.

"Why are you back?"

As soon as Mo Rong stepped into the hill, Wu Jing's breath was already detected.

"I still don't trust you, so I came back to help you make something."

After saying that, regardless of Wu Jing's strange look, he started to pick up the bones on the ground and pile them up. After a while, he went to the outside wall to pick off a few stones and cut them into flat surfaces. Gradually, a strange base was built.

"Senior, what will happen to the crystals after you absorb their energy?"

After hearing this, Wu Jing thought about it.

"Well...it will become brittle. Those ores will become much brittle, and it won't take much force to crush them."

Well, that's right.

"Senior, I built a reminder device for you."

As he spoke, Mo Rong started to demonstrate, lifting up the stone slab and stuffing a piece of ore under the base.

"If you want to meditate later, please sit on this pedestal. If the power of the ore is absorbed, the stone slab plus your weight can easily crush it, thus taking you out of the meditative state."

"There are also a few stones supporting the flat plate next to them. They don't have much support. When the ore below is not crushed, if the ore grows on them, it will destroy their balance. In short, they can bring It’s a big help to you.”

Wu Jing saw Mo Rong busy for a while and said with some embarrassment:

"This is called..."

"Anti-addiction system."

"Yes, is this anti-addiction system necessary? I don't think the consequences are so serious. If I am really trapped, I can use magic to escape."

Mo Rong shook his head, looked at Wu Jing seriously, and said solemnly:

"Meditate like a boat in a storm. This is about your life, senior, so don't be careless."

He couldn't let Wu Jing do whatever he wanted, after all, only he knew the outcome.

Wu Jing saw that Mo Rong had no ill intentions and was so cautious, so he nodded and accepted.

She was scolded by a junior at such a young age, which made her a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Wu Jing agreed, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to leave, he remembered that he still had to ask some questions.

"Senior, how many of your clansmen are still alive now?"

"The little guy is very ambitious. He wants to learn all the spells of our Snail Shaman clan?"

Wu Jing teased and Mo Rong scratched his head, the meaning was self-evident.

She didn't want to hide it. There was no malice in Mo Rong, so she wouldn't mind telling him.

"You should have seen most of our clan, and now there is only one old guy left. But him, if you want to learn spells from him, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"Leave these matters to me. Can you tell me where he is?"

Mo Rong was a little excited. The one left now should be the Snail Shaman who controls Desolate Dive.

"Where is he? This is the right question for you to ask. Ever since our clan split up and took root in various places, the old guy's traces have always been mysterious."

"so......"

Wu Jing spread his hands helplessly.

"So I don't know either."

"..."

"But the old guy's ambitions are different from the rest of us. Before we separated, he was passionate about restoring the glory of the shaman clan. But things are different now. We have tried to persuade him, but I don't know if he listened. ..."

After listening to this, Morong pondered for a while. Since he had ambitions, he naturally couldn't live in a corner. If he wanted to carry forward his reputation as a shaman in Hallownest, there was a place that was perfect.

After going round and round, I am back to where I started.

City of Tears.