Hollow Knight: Hallownest

In the end, Print agreed to join them. The reason was that Mo Rong's story was so detailed, without even a pause to weave lies. In addition, considering the latter's previous performance, he decided to believe him this time.

In fact, he had planned to rescue the Mantis tribe with the help of outside forces, but he refused because he saw that Lady White was too weak and didn't want to harm them.

"I didn't expect you to have such ambitions. I admire you so much—"

"Don't tease me, I know I can't do anything with my own strength." Print smiled bitterly.

Seeing that he had agreed, Mo Rong looked back at Elder Hu who showed no signs of waking up, and then left the cave to look for the three little ones.

Print watched his back gradually fade out of sight, then he looked at the White Lady again and asked curiously, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Although the White Lady is the Queen of Hallownest, she rarely leaves the palace, so her exposure is actually not even as high as that of the White King. Therefore, most bugs only know that Hallownest has a queen, but have no idea what she looks like.

As a bug obsessed with physical skills all day long, Print is naturally one of them.

But when the White Lady revealed her identity to him, Print was inevitably shocked.

He originally thought that she was just a noble lady, or the wife of some powerful minister, but he never imagined that she was the spouse of that high and mighty and unattainable being.

No wonder there are so many unusual bugs around her. I was wrong.

"In that case, you must have a wide range of knowledge, and..." Print's eyes were burning, flashing with an inexplicable light.

"And you must know the King well, don't you?"

These words were so presumptuous that the White Lady's expression immediately turned cold as soon as he finished speaking. Her tentacles bound Print tightly, like a giant python constantly squeezing the life of its prey, and in the blink of an eye his face turned red.

"Even if you agree to become one of us, you have no right to insult any of our allies."

Print groaned, feeling as if his bones were about to be crushed, and quickly shook his head to explain.

"Ugh! Queen, you...you misunderstood me...I'm...I'm suffocating..."

His face turned purple and he slapped the roots wrapped around his neck with both hands. The White Lady still had a stern expression, but the roots loosened a little.

Print took a deep breath, like a fish returning to the water from the shore, greedily exchanging oxygen. He knew he was in the wrong, and seeing that the roots were about to tighten again, he quickly took something out of his arms, stretched it in front of the White Lady, and opened his palm.

"I...I just want to ask you...if you know anything like this!"

On his rough palm, there lay an irregular fragment, roughly in the shape of half a mask.

She knows... The reason why Print was so sure was that the moment he opened his palm, the roots wrapped around him immediately relaxed, and then several roots extended to wrap around the fragments in his palm and rolled back into the palm of the White Lady.

"You... where are you from... how did it end up in your hand... its owner..."

Mrs. White's emotions were obviously a little confused, and her multiple questions were mixed together, making Print not know which one to answer first.

The roots danced and reached into her arms, and soon another fragment appeared in her other palm.

Unlike the one Print gave her, the shape of her piece was more like a woman with her hair in a bun. The former was sharp, while the latter was soft.

"This this......"

Print opened his eyes wide and watched the irregular edges of the two fragments gradually meshed together and fit together perfectly under the actions of the White Lady.

Suddenly, a white light shone from the meshing point, repairing the two broken pieces bit by bit, until finally there was no trace of the split left.

He was dumbfounded.

There is actually another half of this fragment, and it is in the queen's hands.

Print's eyes were dull and he raised his head stiffly to meet the White Lady's eyes filled with complex emotions.

Obviously, this is not a coincidence at all. Only insects of equal status can possess the other half of the fragment corresponding to the queen.

"So...the remains are..."

king?!

......

"How's that... Elder Hu? Is he awake?"

As soon as Mo Rong came out, Yida and Quiruo walked up to him. It was obvious that they were not so free and easy when they left before.

They always felt that there was a story about Mo Rong that could not be told to insects, otherwise why would they call an old insect "elder"?

"No, the queen is still healing him, and is now discussing cooperation with Print. I guess we have a new ally."

"Is he strong?"

Ida was chirping beside me.

"At least he's not slow."

Mo Rong gave an inexplicable smile, and Yida felt that he meant something.

"Fuck, my master won't let me go, but you're coming too?"

"No, no, Kui Ruo, let's practice some more. I have to prove myself, otherwise Big Brother will look down on me."

Quirrell glanced at Ida, and a big question mark appeared above his head.

I'm not the one questioning you, so why are you arguing with me?

Ida: I know very clearly who can beat him and who can't. After all, he is the eldest brother and you are the third brother.

A group of insects were talking and laughing while playing, when they suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet tremble, as if something heavy had hit the ground.

Then, Ida saw a familiar figure—it was Delia.

But at this moment, she was not walking towards them, or running fast.

She used a third method.

inverted flight.

Drya's back rapidly enlarged in Ida's eyes. He stretched out his hand and hurried forward to catch her, but at the moment of contact, he realized how terrifying the power was that could repel his master to such an extent.

Fortunately, Mo Rong helped, otherwise Ida and Delia would probably have been a couple.

Bang, bang, bang—

The earth was still wailing, and two dark figures gradually solidified on this land dominated by white.

Mo Rong narrowed his eyes, took a slow step and walked towards them.

For a moment, the ashes seemed even more solemn and murderous.