Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"He was already old, and he had consumed too much energy in a short period of time, which caused him to be unconscious, and..."

The white roots almost wrapped Elder Hu into a dumpling, while also continuously providing him with life. His eyes closed naturally, his breathing was even, and he smacked his lips from time to time, looking as if he was sleeping quite comfortably.

Is this the calmness of the older generation?

Mo Rong stared at Elder Hu with a strange expression, and the people around him were also looking at this side -

But their focus was on the conscious Print.

This insect with a timid expression and slightly fat body was able to rescue Master Hu under such circumstances. It must have extraordinary abilities.

At least in terms of speed, it can be comparable to or even surpass Ida or Drya to some extent.

"name?"

"Print."

"gender?"

"male."

"age?"

"Ten... Please don't use this method. I always feel like I'm being interrogated."

Print raised his hands in surrender, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the white lady with tendrils.

He prided himself on having a good eye and could easily tell who was in charge here.

"Okay, you guys go out first, just leave us here."

Lady White waved her hand, and soon only Mo Rong and Lady White were left in the cave.

Print glanced to the side as inconspicuously as possible, but he felt frightened when the guy with orange glow all over his body came into his eyes.

"Where did you get this monster? It's so fast..."

"What are you talking about? Keep your head up and your chest out!"

Mo Rong slapped Print on the shoulder, which scared him so much that he quickly sat up straight.

"Do you know each other?" Mrs. White chuckled when she saw this.

After hearing this, Print shook his head like a rattle, frantically rejecting what the White Lady said, but the speed of his shaking slowed down.

If you carry me like garbage when we first meet, that doesn't mean we know each other, right?

On the contrary, Mo Rong nodded: "I know him. I have been to the Mantis Tribe before and met him once..."

"Tsk, I've seen at least 8,000 bugs in my life, how can I remember what each one looks like?"

Having said that, Print looked at Mo Rong's expression carefully again and felt that he was not lying.

But...it's impossible?

How could I forget such a unique insect if I had seen it myself?

Then Mo Rong said another sentence, which was like a flash of lightning in the middle of the night, instantly breaking through the confusion in Print's mind.

"And after that, I also fought with four Mantis Lords, although I lost miserably."

Mo Rong curled his lips. Looking back now, the conditions for that victory were simply a concession from the Mantis Lord. It couldn't really be considered a win.

Print's pupils suddenly contracted, and the expression on his face changed again and again.

In the history of the entire Mantis Tribe, there were not many warriors who dared to challenge four lords at the same time, especially a warrior from a foreign tribe.

Not to mention Mo Rong himself, even a random kid from the Mantis tribe can tell a few words about his deeds.

And he still remembered that his proud body movements were inferior to his. That was why he studied harder and practiced harder after that, so he was determined to stand out when they met again. However...

He stared at Mo Rong blankly, and after a long moment he sighed, as if he had accepted his fate.

"The potential of adolescence is so great. After the abnormal growth, even I can't catch up. Alas, I am old after all~~~"

Mo Rong: o_O???

What the hell is this abnormal development? What are you talking about?

"Okay, enough small talk, Print, I now sincerely invite you to join us, are you willing?"

Mrs. White put away her leisurely attitude and looked at Print seriously. On the way back, Print had heard Mo Rong and his party explain their origins and the purpose of this organization. He frowned and thought for a while, and just said: "I don't..."

Mo Rong put his arm around his shoulder.

"It is my duty!"

Print's body, which had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again. The White Lady glanced at Mo Rong in reproach, and the latter withdrew his hand in dismay.

"He was just joking. If you doubt a bug, don't use it. If you use a bug, don't doubt it. I want to hear your real thoughts."

"Alas... It's not that I don't trust you, but I feel like there's no hope for this kind of thing."

Print hung his head, as if recalling something, his face was pale, and then he told the story of the situation when the Mantis Tribe fell -

"That black bug is very powerful. It was able to suppress the four lords by itself, making it difficult for them to fight back. It almost crushed them. What's more terrifying is that his companions didn't even make a move. I can feel that the other one is definitely as powerful as him."

"But that's not the point. There are always higher mountains than other mountains. The mortal body has its limits after all. But what scares me more is their power to infect the lords and even the entire Mantis tribe..."

At this point, Print seemed to recall some extremely terrifying scene. His whole body was shaking and his voice was trembling.

"I can't win, I can't win..."

Mo Rong couldn't help but shook his head when he saw his appearance. What a poor fellow, watching the entire Mantis Tribe fall into the void. He must have felt similar to how he felt when he was exiled to the abyss and saw the remains all over the ground.

"Of course, the power of one or even a few insects is not enough, but because of this, a pile of sand can form a tower, and a pile of water can form an abyss. We need you to join us even more."

"..."

Seeing that Print still had his head down and looked dejected, Lady White knew that she probably couldn't persuade this guy. His psychological trauma was much stronger than her encouragement, and all empty words seemed too fragile in the face of reality.

"The two insects you mentioned, one is burly with a body covered with a shell, and the other is tall and straight, but looks much slimmer than the former?"

"And that burly bug has four arms?"

Hearing this, both Mrs. White and Print turned their gazes towards him, the former curious about what he was talking about, while the latter was more surprised.

"Have you seen them?"

Mo Rong smiled crookedly.

Isn't this his area of ​​expertise?

"We've only met once. I don't mean to brag, but I'll just mention it when you ask me. At that time, I fought... in... a... minute... I used... to defeat... (a short essay omitted here)"

The White Lady and Print were stunned.

Isn't this showing off?