Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Dude, we're back."

Morong said hello to the Mantis Warrior who had been waiting for them, and saw him looking at the two of them expectantly.

"Then can you help us capture Print now?"

But Mo Rong shook his head and spoke slowly.

"Your lord said that Plint was used to train you. I can't help you capture him."

After the words fell, the mantis warrior had a sad look on his face again.

"Is this really the case? No wonder the lord has never asked about this matter these days."

Mo Rong stepped forward and patted his shoulder, comforting:

"It's okay. It's true that we can't help you capture him, but it's not impossible to discuss it with him."

The words were playful, and the Mantis Warrior couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"really?"

Mo Rong nodded and turned to ask Kui Ruo who was aside.

"Do you want to come along?"

"Okay."

But Mo Rong then thought about it and realized that two against one seemed a bit bullying, so he asked Kui Ruo:

"Then which one of us will go first?"

"I'll come, I'll come."

Kui Ruo took out the bone nail and geared up. Since the last trial, his bone nail had not been used much. After returning to the archives, he could sleep and dream of having fun with Murong Ida on the field. battle.

"Okay, you go first."

Quiruo spotted where Plint had landed. He leaned down slightly and arched his thighs to exert force. He only heard a friction sound between the soles of his feet and the ground, and the dust flying around him flew away with him.

Print secretly sighed and stood up to leave. He still couldn't see Lord Mantis today. These warriors had not made any progress at all. He was almost tired of it.

How about trying to get a mantis claw yourself?

Plint gave up as soon as this idea came to his mind. Now he took random worthless things just to anger those mantis warriors. They couldn't hurt his life, but if they took the mantis claw, it would be hard to say.

The strong wind hit, and Prince instinctively activated his moth-wing cloak to move aside. The next moment, the bone nails pierced the hole where he had just emerged.

"The response is very quick."

Quiro pulled out the bone nail, looked at Print with a smile, twisted his body and attacked him again.

"Where did this person come from?"

Although he was almost succeeded in a sneak attack by Quiro, Plint was not annoyed or angry. He kicked off the wall and walked away, avoiding Quiro's attack.

"Hey! You're not from Mantis Village, are you? Did they invite foreign aid?"

Quiruo looked at Plint, who was constantly changing directions in the air, and seized the opportunity when he wanted to land. He threw the bone nail in his hand accurately, and he followed behind to look for opportunities.

Seeing that Quiruo didn't answer him, Printer didn't give up and continued to ask.

"Are you fast?"

The bone nail did not pierce him, but was nailed to the wall. Queruo did not expect that this move could hit him. Looking at the direction in which Print was dodging, he pulled out the bone nail and struck it with a powerful slash.

"Try harder, you can do it."

Print took advantage of Quirrel's offensive and rushed down, not forgetting to say something.

"Tsk."

After several failed attacks, Quiruo was a little irritated. Plint's flexibility seemed fine when he saw it from a distance before, but once he started fighting, he realized that this guy was more difficult to deal with than any opponent he had encountered before.

The terrain of Mantis Village was not friendly to Quirrel. On the contrary, Plint, who was not a member of Mantis, was like a fish in water, dodging on various walls and houses, cleverly avoiding every attack of Quirrel.

Every time he dodged, he never forgot to mock Kui Ruo.

No matter how good-tempered Kui Ruo was, he was so upset at this moment that he wanted to curse.

Seeing this, Mo Rong also pulled out the bone nails and rushed to Kui Ruo's side, smiling:

"Relax, this guy's words are as good as his body skills, don't get out of his way."

"You take a rest and I'll meet him."

"Row."

Kui Ruo took a long breath, calmed down his desire to curse and nodded.

When Printer saw Mo Rong's arrival, he smiled and said:

"What? Do you think you can defeat me in a wheel battle?"

Mo Rong said nothing and sprinted towards him. Only then did Printer realize that the man in front of him actually had a moth-wing cloak behind him.

"It turns out we are the same people!"

He quickly retreated, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Mo Rong was not as perfunctory as when he dealt with the Mantis Warrior before. Mo Rong had put on the mark of pride before he came. He felt that although his sprint was not as fast as Plint's, he could still rely on his strength. With the increase in attack distance, it should be able to make up for it.

In the end, it was still a little worse. Mo Rong's blow only cut off a hair of Plint's cloak, allowing him to escape.

"Sigh~"

Print felt the damage to his cloak and looked at Mo Rong hanging on the wall in surprise. The bone nail in his hand was obviously still some distance away from his cloak, so why was it injured?

Before he could figure it out, Mo Rong hanging on the wall had already gathered his strength, and his hands and feet worked together to send him in the direction of Print, and then the moth-wing cloak and sprint slash were launched together.

Printer couldn't help but sigh at the smoothness of his movements, but looking back, he still had to hide, and then he rushed downwards.

The two of them went back and forth, Mo Rong's attack was deliberate, but Print's dodge did not think much. A moment later, he was trapped in the corner as before.

At this time, Mo Rong was hanging on the wall and was once again gathering momentum to gallop towards him. The sand and stones carried by the bone nails in his hands became a bit frightening.

"Push me into a corner and decide the outcome with this one blow? Don't you want to learn a lesson?"

Plint looked at him with disdain. He thought that Mo Rong, who was wearing a moth-wing cloak, must be an extraordinary person like him, but it turned out that he was no different from the group of mantis warriors.

He was half right.

Printer rushed downwards, thinking that he had escaped the attack, but the next moment he raised his head with frightened eyes.

How could he know this skill? !

If you ask what you see, it is like the full moon falling into the world.

The whirlwind chops that Mo Rong followed closely left Plint unable to see any way out, so he had to squat down with his head in his hands and shouted loudly:

"I give up! I give up!"

The sound of friction between the bone nails and the wall suddenly disappeared, and bits of gravel fell on Print's body, telling him that the danger was gone.

"How about it?"

The corner of Mo Rong's mouth raised, looking at Plint who was holding his head and shivering in front of him and smiled.

Print stood up and shook the dust off his body, took Mo Rong's hand and pressed it forward. There was no frustration of defeat in his eyes, but more of the aftertaste of the battle just now and his admiration for Mo Rong.

"Okay, brother! I never thought you could use your cloak to this extent! It's been a long time since I've seen people like us! We're soulmates!"

Merong felt that Plint must have misunderstood. He smiled and explained that the attack just now was just a skillful use of bone nails. When it came to the use of the cloak, he had to admire Plint.

"Huh? Is that so? That's really a pity."

"In my opinion, sprinting is the most powerful skill in the world. As long as you master it, you will be invincible. Today is the first time I have suffered a loss. You are really powerful. No wonder you can get the mantis claw."

"It seems like I'm still a little short of the mark."

Printer rubbed his chin and said solemnly.

"Come on, your sprint is already pretty good."

Kui Ruo came over. Although he didn't want to admit this guy's strength, he always felt that he felt uncomfortable when he heard his modesty.

The three of them walked out together, leaving Mantis Warrior alone to watch Mo Rong's retreating figure and sigh.

"As expected of a proud man, so powerful..."

......

"By the way, why don't you use weapons?"

Mo Rong looked at Plint, who only had a cloak on his body, and couldn't help but feel a little strange. If he had that kind of movement skills, coupled with bone nails and spells.

Tsk tsk tsk, if you meet Marcos next time, you won’t be able to eat as much juice as him.

"Haha, actually...I don't know how to use weapons..."

Print scratched his head and laughed.

"I have been studying sprinting skills over the years. In my opinion, weapons and other things are just a burden to increase speed, so..."

After hearing this, Mo Rong understood the reason. He could be called a master if he persisted in pondering something for so long.

"So the dangers you have encountered over the years have been avoided by relying on the moth-wing cloak?"

"It's okay. In this peaceful era, there's no danger. Even if there is, it won't be long before it can catch up with me."

Printer smiled nonchalantly, not minding the fact that he had no offensive power at all.

"Open-minded enough."

"It's okay. By the way, I saw you using the Mantis Claw in the battle just now. Have you ever fought against the lords?"

Mo Rong nodded, looking at Print's expectant look, his brows raised slightly.

"You are causing trouble in the village just because..."

"That's right! I just wanted to have a fight with the lord of Mantis Village."

"Then I think there's no chance for you."

"Why!"

Print said anxiously that he came here just to see Lord Mantis, but he didn't want to fail.

"What's the use of running? If you want to fight with the lord, you must at least be able to use weapons."

Morong was quite helpless. This guy seemed to have come to Mantis Village without knowing anything.

"What should I do? I still want to see the lord, how about you give me some advice, brother?"

"As you said, there really is a way. It should be able to help you."

"what way?"

Thinking of the previous conversation with the lords, Mo Rong silently apologized to the Mantis warriors in his heart.

"Continue to stay there. You will definitely be able to meet the lords one day."

After hearing this, Print nodded seriously.

Why do you feel something is wrong?