Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Since a few days ago, Ji Feng felt that he was becoming more and more sleepy.

I heard that no matter whether it is moths or other insects, basically all of them will experience this condition when they get older. They also said that this is not a bad thing. After all, life is boring and it is better to have a big dream and find peace elsewhere.

But today, his beautiful dream was shattered by a voice of indifference before it came true.

"Thistle Wind."

"Now, I no longer see the pride of a warrior in you. You are too lazy."

Ji Feng opened his tired eyes, yawned deeply, then looked up to see who was coming, then stood up, supporting himself with his spear.

"Marcos, if you are here just to mock me, then there is no need to do so. My current mission is to protect the swamp for the Moth Tribe."

Marcos snorted coldly, turned around and tilted his head back, angry at the man for not fighting back.

"Guard? With your frail appearance just now, your role is not even as good as the door behind you!"

"The Moth Clan is leaderless and divided. The land of the former king has been invaded by outsiders. How long are you going to escape?!"

Ji Feng had heard this sentence a long time ago, when he was still ambitious and young and energetic.

At that time, I was upright and honest, and I only respected reason. In my eyes, the world was divided into black and white.

He had always thought about what Marcos said, and he had thought that he would embark on the same path as Marcos.

If I hadn't traveled to Hallownest, I would have seen an environment that was completely different from the Age of Chaos.

"Marcos, I am old now, and I can no longer wield the bone spear in my hand."

Ji Feng seemed to be deaf to the noise. He moved his body for a while and then sat down again, leaning against the bone spear in his arms.

To be honest, he envied Marcos because he never had such a firm belief as Marcos.

In his youth, he firmly followed the previous king and fought against the group of barbaric guys under him.

In middle age, his faith wavered and he began to doubt the correctness of outsiders.

Until now, the Moth Clan is the only one left in his heart, and being able to protect this area from harm is his last bit of persistence.

"It is your heart that has grown old, Jifeng. Do you know that the king has awakened?"

"I know..." Ji Feng didn't react much, as if he was responding to something that was extremely ordinary.

Of course he knew, and he had known it a long time ago.

Logically speaking, he should be happy about the king's awakening, but he did not feel that way. Instead, he felt a little uneasy.

He was afraid that the corpses would be everywhere again and destroy the current peace.

War is never a pleasant thing, but sometimes we have no choice. If it was to preserve the Moth Clan a long time ago, what about now?

He had thought about it for a long time, since the first time he sat in front of this door, but he never got an answer.

It was also at that time that a feeling of betrayal continued to trouble him, often keeping him awake all night. Sometimes he even doubted whether he was a qualified moth tribe member, and actually had such doubts about the king, until today -

That's why he always takes a break.

"I don't want to get involved in this anymore, Marcos, go away, you can't persuade me."

Marcos's wide robe covered his trembling shoulders, and only his heavy breathing could be heard.

- Om!

A light spike suddenly flew out from his side and shot towards Ji Feng, with no sign of stopping at all.

Ji Feng seemed not to see it and still sat there holding his bone spear.

Finally, the light nail stopped in front of his neck, with only the tip of the nail slightly penetrating into the flesh, bringing out dark red blood.

If it had been half a minute later, the light nail would have pierced through the slender neck and the insect's head would have fallen to the ground.

"You disappoint me so much, Thistlewind."

"If I'm gone, your weakness, the weakness of my people, will sooner or later become the final blade that kills the Moth Clan!"

After saying this, Marcos no longer insisted. He knew that no matter what he said, Ji Feng would not agree with him.

Just as they were about to leave, the prophet was directing his people to bury Kalina's body in the Soul Swamp. Although the latter's memory was extracted by Marcos and her dream was severely damaged, for some reason her soul did not dissipate. It was kept in the swamp to nourish, and sooner or later it would enter the shrine.

The prophet was not surprised by the scene of the two insects quarreling. She knew that the two warriors were at odds before she took office as the prophet. She could roughly guess the reason, but she didn't want to get involved.

Some things have been said by the old prophets long ago.

However, just as she continued to command her tribesmen and was about to enter the Soul Swamp, Marcos behind her suddenly called her.

"Prophet, come with me."

After saying that, without waiting for her response, he walked away on his own.

The prophet did not dare to delay. He waved to his tribesmen and followed Marcos, step by step, until they came to a stone wall.

"What do you want..."

Just as she was about to ask, she saw Marcos' robe suddenly rise up, and three light spikes instantly blasted towards the stone wall in front of them.

Soon, a closed corridor appeared before her.

"Go in."

The prophet trembled, glanced at Marcos' indifferent eyes beside him, and walked in nervously.

In this kind of environment, it is hard not to let her have random thoughts

In just a dozen breaths, she thought about almost all the mistakes she had made in the first half of her life, and she didn't remember that she had offended Marcos.

"Keep it safe. This is my gift for the next warrior."

The prophet turned his head. The voice in his ear had not yet faded away, but he could no longer see the fiery figure.

And on the ground behind her, a golden amulet with a pattern like blooming petals was lying there quietly, watching her.

......

After absorbing Kalina's memories, Marcos regained much of his strength, but even so, he could not easily show up in Hallownest.

Although he didn't see any sentinels or knights chasing him at this moment, it didn't mean that they would let him go.

Is it because he let his guard down after sealing the king, or does he simply not consider himself a threat?

It's not a pleasant feeling to be looked down upon, but Marcos knows his own weight.

The reason why he was able to fight six people alone in the dream was entirely because of the injection of original dream energy. The instant sublimation of his blood allowed him to gain unprecedented power, and this all came from the King.

Now, let alone fighting one against six, I'm afraid that only three knights would be enough to put me in a disadvantageous or even defeated position, not to mention that one of them has not yet made a move.

Even the weakest god does not need too much strength to kill a mortal insect. This is an essential leap.

Fate has created an almost insurmountable chasm between gods and mortals.

Marcos once again came to the top of the Crystal Mountain, sat cross-legged in front of the stone statue, took out a piece of white stone from his robe and crushed it.

If you look inside his robe, you can easily find a few glowing white stones lying quietly inside.