Hollow Knight: Hallownest

No one knew what Lady White talked about with Radiance. They only saw that when Lady White came out, there was still some anger on her face, and it was obvious that she was very angry.

But as the queen, she maintained her composure even when she was angry, so that the insects could not guess what she was thinking.

Mo Rong thought that they must have discussed a very important deal, so important that Radiance even temporarily separated himself from his dreams and deliberately prevented himself from hearing the content of their conversation.

But it seems that the talks have broken down?

In short, the White Lady was definitely not the one who got the upper hand, otherwise the branches on her back would never have been tangled into a knot like they are now.

"Radiant, what did you say to make the queen so angry?"

"..."

The radiant light said nothing, but Mo Rong seemed to hear a faint sneer of disdain.

After coming out, Mrs. White confirmed Mo Rong's identity to everyone, which finally put Quiruo and Ida's hanging hearts at ease. The three brothers didn't know when they last reunited, so now they naturally have a lot to talk about.

In fact, it was Mo Rong and Kui Ruo who did most of the talking.

Mo Rong explained the reasons for the changes in his body and his experiences in the God's Residence during this period. Compared with the time he was in the Void Pantheon, he felt a little sad when he mentioned it now, with a feeling of "It's a nice autumn with the cool weather".

As for Quiro, he had traveled to many places and had the broadest experience and vision among them. Every ordinary thing that seemed ordinary to him was interesting to the other two when he told them about it. It was like reading a travel book, and they always couldn't wait to turn to the next page.

When it was Ida's turn, he wanted to speak excitedly, but suddenly became speechless.

He found that compared with Mo Rong and Kui Ruo, his own experience was simply monotonous and boring. It did not have the thrills of the former, nor the richness and variety of the latter. It was as dull as a stagnant pool of water, without any ripples.

Mo Rong and Yida looked at each other. It was rare for someone as cheerful as Yida to be silent like now.

"What are you talking about?"

Suddenly, Ida felt his arm being pulled into a warm embrace. He turned around and saw that it was Revik sitting next to him with a smile.

At this moment, her figure broke into Ida's lifeless eyes, bringing color to the darkness.

The pond has its own fallen leaves.

"Come to think of it, you haven't properly introduced your brother and sister-in-law to Qui Ruo yet. Why don't you chat with us?"

Mo Rong elbowed him and smiled jokingly.

"Ahem, then as the first one among our three brothers... Ahem! I have to have a good talk."

"You shouldn't have reminded him." Looking at his smug expression, Qui Ruo also laughed heartily.

The three brothers talked a lot and for a long time, until they were all silent. Mo Rong sighed and said, "Alas, the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, but now it is the other way around. Apart from us, I am afraid that no other insects are willing to come to this desolate area now."

"The prosperity of the past seems to be just an illusion."

Qui Ruo nodded in agreement, and then as if he had thought of something, he patted his head and said, "It's not that there is no possibility at all. I met a traveling bug on my way back. He was walking the same road as me, and he called himself something..."

"Sage?"

......

"What on earth is carrying on your body? I can feel the wailing of the soul and the violence of the body..."

In the fungal wasteland, an old man in a yellow robe and Buddhist beads around his neck was clasping his hands together, silently reciting a eulogy for an almost pitch-black insect lying in front of him.

His lips were moving, and the golden bracelet on his wrist was jingling.

"May sleep bring you peace."

He dug a hole in the ground and buried the lifeless insects in it. When the last handful of soil filled the hole, his last bit of hope was also buried inside.

The insects here are much more polluted than those outside. Not only are their bodies corroded, but even their souls cannot be purified at all.

In order to solve all this, to purify all this, he must find the source of the pain——

This is a mission from God, a mission from a wise man.

So he walked deeper into the wasteland, stepping on the rotting mushrooms, allowing the pungent spores to invade his mouth and nose. The expression in his eyes did not change at all, and he was so determined that even the collapse of the sky seemed unable to change his resolve.

Although void pollution and dream plague have opposite properties, they have commonalities in some aspects. Although the minds of those contaminated insects are no longer under their own control, they still have social attributes. Compared with the bee colonies, their vertical attributes are more obvious, and they will almost unconditionally obey the contaminated insects that are more powerful than themselves.

The Mantis tribe undoubtedly embodies this point most clearly.

The deep-rooted will and solidarity before the pollution enabled them to maintain discipline even after being polluted. This was a rare order in the chaos, which prevented them from mindlessly attacking non-kinds, but instead they would strike without hesitation when they discovered the latter invading their territory. Only after this could they enjoy the powerful force brought to them by brutality.

At this time, at the outer gate of the Mantis Tribe, three black shadows were mercilessly wielding their innate sharp-toothed weapons. Each move was swift and fierce, as if they wanted to tear the old man in front of them into pieces and become nutrients for the wasteland beneath their feet.

It is no exaggeration to say that the combat power of the Mantis Warrior at this time can almost catch up with the top Sentinel. In a multi-to-one situation, even the guards will have to work hard.

"Young warrior soul, please do not stand in the way of purification."

The old man in yellow robe dodged the attacks calmly, keeping his hands clasped together. Although he had a kind face, his aura gradually changed, like a huge bell being struck.

A series of obscure and profound spells came out of his mouth. The sound was not loud but very penetrating, as if it could be heard clearly even from a hundred miles away.

At the same time, the golden bracelet hummed and vibrated as if it had heard his call.

"drink--!"

The old man in yellow robe groaned and slapped his hand suddenly. Suddenly, multiple overlapping golden shadows appeared above the heads of the three mantis warriors!

If you look carefully and separate them, you can easily find that those shadows are the golden bracelets on the old man's wrist!

The shadow pressed down and the earth wailed.

All the mantis warriors lost consciousness, embedded in the mushroom wasteland beneath them. Looking again, the old man in yellow robe had already sneaked into the mantis tribe.

On the high chairs, the four Mantis sisters cast their sharp eyes on the yellow figure not far in front of them, their beautiful mouths slightly opened, but words full of murderous intent -

"Come here, tell me your name!"

The old man raised his head slightly, put his palms together again, and an indescribable power suddenly surged.

"My name is Elder Hu."