Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The prophet looked in disbelief and hurriedly rummaged around, and soon the handle of the Dream Nail appeared in her hand.

The death of the great prophet was so sudden that there was no time to teach her the summoning method of the Dream Nail. Although the prophets of the past generations always left a method, but these days have passed, and she has only found the handle of the nail.

She tried to use the Dream Nail to enter the dreamland of the shrine to find the Great Prophet. Although she did find it, the Great Prophet did not retain the memory of this part.

The initial state of the Dream Nail did not require a carrier, but now it has become like this. Coupled with the forgetfulness of the great prophet, this means that future tribesmen can only have this Dream Nail.

Although this Dream Nail does not require complicated spells, as a physical object, who knows whether it will disappear among the moths one day.

Unless she can figure it out on her own, or learn it from the person in front of her.

"Your Dream Nail summoning method was taught to you by the Great Prophet?"

The prophet couldn't understand how the great prophet could teach the secret method to an outsider, or an outsider from the abyss.

"Yes, it was the great prophet himself who passed it on."

Mo Rong took back the Dream Nail and said seriously.

"Then do you still remember the specific teaching method?"

The prophet looked at him expectantly, but Mo Rong couldn't answer this question, because when the prophet taught him, it was like an enlightenment, and Mo Rong could naturally use it. But if you ask him to tell you why, I'm sorry that he still can't. No such ability.

"I don't remember anymore."

Mo Rong shook her head. Although the prophet was a little confused when he saw this, he didn't say much. The reason why the prophet was called a prophet was because she couldn't understand what he did.

"Then what question do you want to ask?"

"What I want to ask is about the Dream Gate."

After hearing this, the prophet's pupils shrank. Did the great prophet actually tell the person in front of him about this?

"Can you please summon the Dream Nail again?"

"of course."

After Mo Rong summoned the Dream Nail again, the prophet touched his arm, felt it attentively, and shook his head after a moment.

"I can't answer this question for you right now. Maybe only when you harvest enough dream essence, the answer will naturally appear before your eyes."

The prophet's eyes were unclear, and he pushed his hand back. Seeing this, Mo Rong had no choice but to give up, get up and leave. The process was very similar to that in the game, but he was asked to collect the essence of dreams...

Is it possible that I have to find someone to whip them out one by one?

Mo Rong scratched his head and sighed secretly. He had to put aside the question about the Dream Gate for the time being. Originally, he just wanted to use it to travel.

Seeing his retreating figure, the doubt in the prophet's eyes was still unabated. In fact, she knew about the Dream Gate, and it didn't require a large amount of Dream Essence to cast it, but she was asked to teach it to this foreigner. Now She can't do it.

She still couldn't understand why the Great Prophet would give the Dream Nail to a foreigner.

"Come on, it's time for us to go to Howling Cliffs."

Mo Rong greeted Kui Ruo who was waiting outside the door and turned around to walk towards the Blue Lake. Before he had gone far, Ji Feng's voice came from behind.

"Brother Morong, if you meet Marcos again, please give me a message."

"Let him let go of his obsession. The present is the future."

......

Kui Ruo's plan still came to nothing. This time, Mo Rong didn't even say a word, he directly used super rush, and when he passed by him, he was also involved.

Quirrel and Blue Lagoon had a very long wet kiss.

"Brother Morong, I'll just take the boat next time, you don't have to worry about me."

He wiped his face and said to Mo Rong resentfully.

"No, why waste that money? It's always right for a man to be diligent and thrifty. I'm right."

"Can I stand on your back next time?"

The two were walking on the crossroads. Morong planned to go to Ditmouth first. There should be a place to get to the bridge there.

Walking among the noisy crowd, Kui Ruo suddenly stumbled and fell on Mo Rong. A slightly taller figure quickly passed him and ran forward.

"Hey! Don't you apologize for hitting someone?"

Mo Rong quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and stunned the man.

"I'm sorry, little brother, please let me go, I..."

The man looked nervous, looking behind Mo Rong as he spoke, and kept pulling forward.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to my friend."

"This little brother, I..."

Before they finished speaking, there was a loud roar behind them.

"That wanted criminal in front! Just stand there! If you run away again, don't blame us for being rude!"

Mo Rong's grip on the man's hand froze, and when he looked back, he saw several groups of sentries chasing after him. He quickly let go of his hand, picked up Kui Ruo, and ran forward, making the man who hit him look dumbfounded.

Seeing the sentry chasing after him, the man quickly followed Mo Rong's footsteps.

"Brother Morong, how did they know you were here? Did they chase you from the City of Tears?"

Kui Ruo was dragged by Mo Rong and forced to move forward several steps before catching up with him.

"You ask me? How do I know?"

Mo Rong also had a headache. Seeing that the crowd in front was getting denser, he had to take out his bone nails and shout:

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! My bone nails don't have eyes!"

The lively streets became chaotic because of this, and many people in front of the shops hid inside the shops. After a while, Mo Rong actually cleared a path in front of him.

"Little brother, you have done me a big favor!"

The figure of the man behind gradually appeared in Mo Rong's sight. He turned around and asked with a strange expression.

"Why are you running? Are you a wanted criminal too?"

Although the man didn't stop after hearing this, his expression was obviously stunned.

"Huh? I'm not a wanted criminal? No, aren't you? Are you a wanted criminal too?"

"what?"

The trees are full of fruit, and the road is full of you and me.

"They are chasing you?!"

After being stunned for a long time, the two of them said in unison in shock.

Shocked, they kept running fast and ran all the way from the east side to the west side of the crossroads. Only when the pursuers behind them disappeared did the group stop.

"No, you are in good health and can survive such a long distance."

The three of them were breathing heavily on the spot. Mo Rong turned around and saw that she actually had some blue things in her arms.

"Life Seed?!"

The person who was about to reply heard Mo Rong's exclamation, slightly distanced himself from him, frowned and said:

"Do you also know the Life Seed? Who are you?"

Ignoring the man's question, Mo Rong looked intently at his face, his eyes widening as he looked.

"You, you are Johnny?!"

"How are you still alive?!"

Seeing Mo Rong call out her name, Qiao Ni couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded for a moment.

"Who are you anyway? How do you know my name?"

To be honest, the two words "Johnny" were a little unfamiliar to her. Ever since her compatriots disappeared one after another and no one called her by her name since she lived in seclusion, the name "Johnny" was constantly being forgotten in her heart.

Um, how do you explain this?

Mo Rong came up with a solution in an instant.

"I'm Mo Rong! Don't you remember me? We met two and a half years ago!"

He moved closer to Johnny, but with every step he took, Johnny took a step further away.

"Don't get too close to me. I don't remember seeing you before."

Johnny's caution is the strongest armor that has supported her to this day. She will not easily believe any stranger's words.

Mo Rong made a sad look and sighed:

"Oh, you have forgotten me in only two and a half years. I still remember that we were very happy at that time, singing and dancing together..."

The conversation turned.

"Cultivation together in the whistling cliffs, life butterflies."