Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Looking at the pile of letters at hand, King Bai sighed, rubbed his eyebrows, and unfolded the same content again.

After Green promised to help him lure out the God of Light, King Bai finally knew what the 'price' he mentioned was.

When Green pulled him into that weird dream, the figures he saw hiding in the darkness suddenly appeared all over Hallownest in these days, setting up lampposts with dancing flames. It may seem a little weird, but its real power is that it can subtly affect the state of mind.

To put it simply, the lampposts are like seeds of fear planted in the hearts of the residents in the area. As long as those lampposts are kept burning, the seeds can take root and sprout, depriving nutrients from dreams.

The symptoms reflected on the residents are nothing more than fear first, anger in fear, and then further arousing ferocity. It is more of a foreplay than the plague.

As for who those nutrients will feed back to, it is self-evident.

No wonder Green is so confident. To deprive the nutrients from the dreams of those residents is not to openly attack the God of Light. If she does not stop her and continues to hide, let alone using the dreams of those residents as a medium to restore her prosperity. Even existence is a problem.

And then, I'm afraid I will have to face a new enemy.

"In extraordinary times, extraordinary means should be used. The current changes are just thorns on the road to prosperity. I hope you will be vigilant and don't relax. When the plague subsides, Hallownest will be at its peak."

"Send these letters back with a sincere attitude."

"Yes!"

After King Bai's letter was received, the retainer hurried out of the main hall. Looking at the back of the retainer gradually disappearing, King Bai sighed again.

The leader of the Mantis tribe, the Mushroom King, the Hive Queen, and even Unn were affected by those weird lampposts, which made him have to question whether his decision was indeed what the White Lady said.

Almost every member of the Mantis Tribe, a martial race, has a strong will. In addition, they rarely go out, so even the plague has not had the slightest impact on them. However, the Mushroom Tribe, Beehive, and Unn, Nothing more than a unified will, but now even they are affected.

Green's method really surprised him, and this change made him a little flustered.

If the God of Light does not come forward, then the scene of these two tigers fighting each other will turn into a farce of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

......

The mask maker lived in a cave, and the location was exactly the same as in Mo Rong's memory. However, there were many more masks piled behind the maker than he remembered.

"There are a lot of masks to transport. Even if there are enough guards, they won't be able to fit in the tram."

Ida bent down and picked up a pile of masks, stood up and walked towards the way he came from. Mo Rong saw that the mask maker beside him was still carving the masks on the stone table without even raising his head. He must have received the news a long time ago. .

The weight of the mask was lighter than he thought. In order not to arouse too much suspicion among the other guards, Mo Rong also picked up a bunch of masks and followed Ida.

"Did something so serious happen during my absence..."

"Alas, the residents on the ground are also pitiful creatures. They suffered from those diseases for no reason, causing them to become nothing more than insects and ghosts. They killed each other, just like enemies."

The tragic scenes at Crossroads and Dirtmouth came to Ida's mind, making him feel a little chilly just thinking about it.

"Cannibalism?"

Mo Rong frowned, this was different from the plague-infected bugs in his memory.

"So now, how is the situation?"

Ida piled the masks in the corner of the tram, clapped her hands, looked at Mo Rong, and pointed upward.

"Fortunately, the Lord Watcher discovered it in time, and the King also went to Dirtmouth, and then the riot was quelled. As for the residents, I heard that they were sent to the Teacher Archives... I guess the Querona boy is also worried. ."

Ida was stunned mid-sentence, and then chuckled.

"Send it there? Why?"

Ida then walked towards the mask maker and spread her hands.

"Maybe there is a treatment? I guess, after all, I haven't seen it, but other than this, I can't think of any other possibility."

"...That's right, as long as it calms down and doesn't spread."

Hearing Mo Rong's whisper, Ida paused and sighed again.

"Oh, it's not as easy as you think. There were riots in the main city a while ago, for the same reason."

"Main city? Aren't the watchers watching over there?"

"I heard that it broke out from a sentry. I guess he was careless. Fortunately, Knight Hegemer took us over to support..."

Speaking of this, Ida's eyes dimmed a lot.

"The corpses of the unarmed residents were scattered all over the main city. The remote alley taverns were not spared from the disaster. There were blood stains inside. Even Fatto... couldn't survive. But I No trace of the landlady was found, I hope she escaped..."

After hearing this, Mo Rong was silent for a long time. Perhaps because he didn't want the joy of reunion to be overshadowed by sadness, Ida forced a smile and tilted his head towards Mo Rong who was behind him.

"I just told you, what about you? Where have you been? I thought you were dead at first."

"I?"

Mo Rong twitched the corner of his mouth. He really didn't know if he should thank King Bai. Now it seemed that the abyss was more like a shelter.

"You went to the top, and I went to the opposite of you, I went to the bottom."

"under?"

Ida didn't understand what Mo Rong meant, and Mo Rong didn't hide it either.

"Do you still remember that time we went to the Colosseum? You received the news while you were in the hot springs..."

Speaking of this, Ida didn't know what Mo Rong was talking about, but he still had some doubts.

"You were thrown into the abyss by the king?!"

Mo Rong nodded, and Ida was even more shocked when she saw this.

"Then how did you come back alive? I heard that that place is not a good place to go, and those dark things in there can kill you!"

Ida picked up the last small pile of masks and looked at Mo Rong curiously.

"Speaking of which, it seems that I have never told you who I am."

When Ida heard these incomprehensible words, her eyes looked a little strange.

"Hey, could it be that you are the descendant of some ancient mythical beast in those story books?"

"Have you never been curious about this?"

Hearing Mo Rong's rhetorical question, Ida's eyes sunk a little lower, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Does it matter?"

"...but that's my answer to your question."

As he spoke, Mo Rong pulled off most of his cloak, and pure blackness was printed in Ida's eyes.

The sound of the mask falling to the ground was loud, but it still couldn't make Ida recover from the shock.

"Brother, how long has it been since you took a shower?!"

Mo Rong: o_0?