Hollow Knight: Hallownest

When Isma's silent heartbeat sounded again, Orgrim and Hegmer were both stunned, and the former's expression then turned into ecstasy.

"Isma...Isma?"

He couldn't suppress his inner joy, his greeting was trembling, and he shook his arms gently, anxiously trying to wake her up.

Hegemer's focus was different from his. Although Isma's heartbeat had recovered, he still felt a sense of foreboding lingering in his heart. And the moment Isma slowly opened her eyes, this sense of foreboding suddenly became real and hit his heart.

This breath is totally not the original Isma's breath!

She is not Isma!

"Orgrim, go!"

Orgrim was still waiting for a reply from his arms when he suddenly felt a huge force on his arm. He was caught off guard and dragged back more than ten steps by Hegmer before he reacted and broke free from his hand.

"Hegmer, you..."

"Orgrim! Wake up! Open your eyes and look, is that really Isma?!"

Hegmer knew very well that Orgrim had not yet recovered from the previous impact and his mind was still in a mess, so he could not let him act according to his own ideas. He did not want to lose another member of the fighting force.

Fortunately, as the big brother, Hegmer left a deep impression on the knights. After growling, Orgrim stopped running towards Isma and looked at the latter intently, as if trying to find a point of view to refute the former's words.

But, he failed.

Looking at Isma standing stiffly like a puppet in the distance, Orgrim felt a sense of strangeness. If they had not been together day and night, he would not even believe that it was the delicate existence that had accompanied him not long ago.

"Isma...Isma?"

The little bit of hope left in his heart made him want to try to call out, and when the voice reached Isma's ears, she responded unexpectedly.

The head that had been lowered slowly raised, and looked towards him under Orgrim's expectant gaze, but that gaze no longer had the tenderness that it once had, and instead was filled with a bone-chilling coldness.

Then, Isma's gaze moved away from Orgrim and looked at the battlefield in the distance. His arms hanging at his sides suddenly slapped the ground, and the land under his feet suddenly surged like waves.

not good!

Hegemer was horrified. This action of Isma was very familiar to every knight, not just him. It was the pre-swing of releasing a spell. And when that gaze was cast towards him just now, his inner uneasiness had reached its peak.

Orgrim was still in a daze when he felt a strong tremor under his feet. A white shadow with a swaying tail suddenly flashed by in the corner of his eye. It was Hegmer who was running wildly with a huge hammer in his hand.

What is he doing?

The direction the latter was heading was Isma. Orgrim's eyelids twitched and his pupils gradually widened.

Could it be that Hegemo is going to attack Isma? !

Orgrim was right. As soon as this thought came to his mind, Hegmer had already swung the giant hammer in his hand and smashed it directly into the latter's arm.

If it were an ordinary enemy, the hammer would have hit his head.

In fact, Hegmer was just like Orgrim. He was holding out hope that as long as Isma was not killed, the king would find a way to purify her after his return. But at this moment, he could not let her interfere with the battlefield in the distance, so he had to resort to this last resort and break her arm.

At the same time, the shadow that was fighting back among the countless bone nails suddenly merged into the darkness under his feet. This startled Sly and Zemore at the same time, and they hurriedly turned back to look at where Orgrim was.

not there?

Wait, why did Isma become like that?

Two thoughts popped up in Zemor's mind one after another, but before she could think about it, the third thought appeared on the battlefield at the same time as her voice.

"Hegmer! Watch out behind you!"

She anxiously called out Hegemer's name, and the latter reacted quickly. The moment he heard her reminder, he realized that Ying might have appeared behind him.

Without time to think, Hegmer quickly loosened his grip on the hammer handle, trying to use the forward momentum that had not yet been exhausted to roll forward to dodge. Unfortunately, he now had another opponent, and a large number of black thorns broke out from the ground under his body and entangled his thighs.

The spikes couldn't break his defense for a while, but they bought Shadow enough time.

It would take an ordinary warrior three breaths of time to destroy the three nails, but for Ying, they landed on Hegmer's back almost instantly.

Two chops and one stab directly pierced his body.

Hegmer's body was hanging high, propped up in the air by black bone nails, and the scene was filled with despair.

The void began to erode the moment it pierced his flesh. Coupled with the accelerated blood flow caused by the intense exercise just now, Hegmer's face was turning darker almost visibly, and his limbs gradually became weak from the state of intense struggle.

This scene made Zemore's eyes bloodshot, and Sly's expression was extremely ugly. They all accelerated and rushed towards Shadow, trying to save Hegemer from it.

Black thorns sprouted again, gushing out from the ground madly as if there was no end. The area within twenty steps centered on Isma had turned into a sea of ​​thorns. Anyone who tried to break in would be entangled by the thorns like maggots on their tarsus, turning them into nutrients.

Seeing this, Zemore and Sly had to slow down and move forward while using bone nails to split the thorns. However, if they continued at this speed, Hegmer might have been dead by the time they arrived.

Even if Orgrim was slow to react, he knew what to do at this point. He immediately curled up into a ball and threw himself towards Shadow.

His defense is strong, at least he can move through the thorn bushes in this state. He is the only one present who can help Hegmer in time.

The white ball kept falling down, flattening one thorn after another, and in a flash it came behind the shadow.

The latter turned his head slightly, not looking at Orgrim, but gave a look to Isma who was leaning over beside him.

The black thorns lying across the ground suddenly shrank towards the center, and in less than a moment they were all wrapped up like an airtight greenhouse. The moment it closed, even the sound of Orgrim's hammering disappeared.

"Hmm? Can't split it?"

Sly's steps almost followed the thorns, and he chopped at them with the bone nails when they closed, but with little effect.

Zemor's heart was beating very fast. The flower chamber that looked like a black egg seemed to be pregnant with the same existence that made her uneasy as before.

"Ishma's greenhouse is made in a special way, and it is difficult for external forces to destroy it in a short period of time."

Boom, boom, boom——

Her heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of her throat, and she clenched her fists slowly, as if she had made up her mind.

She had a premonition that when this greenhouse opened, her opponents would increase from two to four!

"Old man, let's go..."

“We have to go!”