Hollow Knight: Hallownest

For some unknown reason, Mo Rong and others could not see a few households along the way.

"The environment here is so beautiful, why don't we see many local residents?"

Quiruo said doubtfully.

In fact, the two of them didn't see anything, but most of them were moss crawlers that suddenly emerged from the ground and wandered around. Apart from that, they didn't see any other intelligent creatures.

"It's probably always been like this here."

Mo Rong was a little surprised. There were not many houses in the place where the goods were delivered before, and it was probably similar here.

"If you ask me, this place is perfect for retirement. If I can settle here when I get old, I feel like I can live for a long time."

Quiruo looked around and sighed.

But in the quiet environment, a war cry suddenly came from a distance, causing both of them to change their expressions at the same time.

"Roar!!!!"

Immediately afterwards, the ground began to tremble slightly. A large number of moss crawlers in the nearby grass were frightened by the movement, and they all crawled out of the grass and ran towards the distance.

"What's going on?!"

Kui Ruo quickly took out the bone nails and put into a defensive posture, his doubts in his eyes could not hide his deep excitement.

Should I give him a big surprise on his first adventure?

"Come on, let's go up and have a look."

Mo Rong also took out the bone nails and replaced the talismans on his body with shining tortoise shells and ruined flowers, in case he was unable to respond in time when he encountered danger.

The terrifying roar has disappeared, but the vibration under the feet is getting stronger as the two people get closer.

Not long after, when the shock under their feet almost reached its maximum, Mo Rong finally saw its source.

It was a road paved with criss-crossing fangs. The lush grass on the roadside failed to hide its edge, but instead highlighted its badness.

Looking at it, the dark hole looked like the throat of a giant beast, and they were the prey that had been chewed and devoured.

Mo Rong swallowed a lump of saliva involuntarily and said in shock:

"This place is not good..."

......

"The experience of a warrior requires a strong opponent. If you want to become a knight, you must not stop."

A majestic body carrying a giant scythe appeared on the green path. He walked and stopped, as if he was looking for something.

His body suddenly trembled, as if he sensed a hostility.

That was the keen intuition of a warrior. Although this hostility was far away, it made him feel a little frightened.

"A powerful opponent? A good training target."

Following this hostility, he walked towards a dark passage surrounded by fangs, and came to a lively place full of grass.

"Hmph! Who dares to spread hostility but doesn't dare to show his true colors?!"

He could feel that the source of the hostility was hidden in the dense grass all around, but he couldn't figure out where it was hidden.

The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear, which forced him to summon the giant scythe to surround him in advance to prevent sudden attacks.

Pfft, pfft...

As he finished speaking, there was movement in the grass. A circle of fangs was slowly protruding from it, and three pairs of murderous eyes stared straight at him.

The hair on his body stood up, and he quickly called the giant scythe to the direction where it appeared, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"This sense of oppression..."

He could feel that if he compared himself to a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, the aura exuded by the man in front of him was more like a cold-blooded hunter who killed many people.

"You are full of blood. Who are you?!"

He internally rebuked himself for his retreat just now, which showed that in terms of momentum, he was completely defeated.

"...You are powerful...enough to qualify as my prey..."

The hoarse voice made his hair stand on end, and then the man's figure was completely exposed. Looking closely, he saw that the man's body proportions were extremely strange.

Black and slender... No, it can't be said to be slender anymore. It's more like there is only one spine supporting the whole body. Not only that, even the hands and feet can't see any flesh at all.

But his head is completely incompatible with his body, and is surrounded by a circle of weeds and fangs. I don't know if the weeds are born with him or just to hide in the vicinity.

"You want to hunt my life? Then ask about the giant scythe in my hand first!"

Just as he was about to take action, he saw the man opposite him suddenly grabbing the ground with his head. The surrounding land suddenly sank, and the two of them fell weightless at the same time.

The two of them were both experienced warriors, so naturally they would not be unable to react. After using the giant scythe, they only swayed slightly before stabilizing their bodies in the air.

The man opposite him took a stance and landed firmly on the ground.

The underground environment was even scarier than the passage outside. There were three long sharp fangs standing all around, which were almost as tall as his total height.

It seemed impossible that these were produced by the person in front of me, so it was self-evident where they came from.

This guy is definitely an excellent hunter!

Not daring to neglect, the giant scythe beside him began to spin rapidly and hit the hunter.

If only one person can get out of this battle today, it will definitely be him.

Gallian!

When the hunter saw the giant scythe flying towards him, he didn't even dodge it. He raised his hands to grab the giant scythe.

"what?!"

Gallian's eyes widened when he saw this. He had never seen anyone dare to take the attack of his giant scythe directly with his body.

But what he didn't expect was that the speed of the giant scythe was actually slowed down by him, and the hunter didn't seem to receive any damage.

"Not good."

Seeing this, Gallian frowned and raised his hands from both sides. His muscles were already tense, and the power of the giant scythe that was gradually slowing down not far away began to increase again.

The hunter felt the strange change of the giant scythe and stopped attacking directly. He ducked to the side, grabbed a handful of gravel, and threw it in the direction of Gallian.

Countless wind sounds sounded, and the overwhelming debris came towards him. It was too late for Gallian to hide at this time, so he had to turn himself around and use his hard back to receive the attack.

"Boom boom boom..."

"puff!"

These tiny gravels were given extremely violent force in the hands of the hunter. They did not bounce away after hitting Gallian's back, but instead turned into puddles of powder and dissipated in the air.

With just one blow, Gallian's back was already riddled with holes.

"Damn it! What's going on with this man's power?!"

Gallian endured the severe pain and recalled the giant scythe, wary of the hunter's next attack.

Facts have proved that his choice was correct.

Seeing that the attack was effective, the hunter grabbed a handful of gravel and threw it at him again, but this time it was blocked by Gallian's spinning scythe.

There were a lot of gravels on the ground, and the hunter kept changing his position to use this move, which made Gallian very anxious.

"I can use this kind of attack repeatedly without revealing my status. If this continues, I will be defeated!"

The hunter moving around below had already caused him great psychological pressure, because he couldn't see where this man's limit was.

Gallian thought for a moment and realized that he had to be wary of the hunter's attacks and also pose a threat to him, so he could no longer keep the giant scythe away from him.

With a thought, the giant scythe spun in front of him like a shield, and they both rushed towards the hunter at the same time.

Upon seeing this, the hunter no longer used gravel attacks, but grabbed a shorter fang from the ground, twisted his body and stabbed Gallian in the back.

"beep!"

Gallian's forelimbs collided with the fangs, causing a loud muffled sound, but the force exerted on the fangs became stronger and stronger, and his forelimbs began to tremble.

"Death!"

Gallian struggled to hold on, just for an opportunity. At this moment, the rotation speed of the giant scythe had reached Gallian's limit, and the strong wind it brought could actually shatter the loose rocks on the ground.

Success or failure depends on this.

The giant scythe came with a sweeping force and hit the hunter on the back.

Realizing that Gallian's momentum had reached its peak, the hunter flew away and retreated to the side.

"Let me see where you are running?!"

At this moment, Gallian seemed to be a man and a sickle. His thoughts moved slightly, and the speed of the giant sickle did not slow down at all, turning around and hitting the hunter.

At this time, the three pairs of eyes smiled in unison.

Gallian noticed this sight and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Does this person have any backup plans?

His eyes drifted to the side, and Gallian felt a chill in his heart when he saw the hunter's fangs surrounding his head.

"It's over..."