Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Prophet, are you okay?"

Seeing the prophet's appearance, Mo Rong said softly.

The prophet slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Rong, with a smile on his lips.

"It's you, wielder, what are you doing here?"

The waver? It should be referring to the Dream Nail. Mo Rong didn't dwell on this. He looked to know first:

"Prophet, I have a question that I want you to answer."

"Then it won't be free this time?" The prophet looked at him with a smile.

"That's no problem. I'll ask first if you can estimate the price first."

The prophet nodded.

"I want to ask you, how to enter the dream state?"

"You actually know the dream state?"

"This is what one of my seniors told me. He said that the moth tribe has such a magical skill."

After hearing this, the prophet raised a finger and said:

"One Geo."

"Prophet, do you know? Don't say just one Geo, I will give you a hundred Geo too."

The prophet shook his head.

"This Gio is the fee for your consultation. I don't understand the skill you are talking about."

After hearing this, Mo Rong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Even the prophets of the moth tribe didn't understand this skill, so who else in this land does?

After handing a Geo to the prophet, Mo Rong bowed and said:

"excuse me."

After saying that, Mo Rong turned around and left. Seeing his lost back, the prophet couldn't help but say:

"Actually, there is one person in our clan who knows this skill."

Mo Rong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly turned his head to look at the prophet.

"But I can only tell you who he is, the rest is up to you."

"Of course, it would be a great help for you to tell me who he is."

"Hmph, we can't say for sure. Currently, the only person in our clan who can enter the dream state is also the strongest warrior in our clan."

"His name is Marcos."

After hearing this, Mo Rong's body trembled. The nightmare-like name in the prophet's mouth surrounded his ears and did not go away for a long time.

Marcos? !

......

When the two of them saw Mo Rong walking out of the house in despair, they guessed that this time there was a high probability that they would return in vain.

"Brother, forget it if we don't have a clue. It's not like we can't win without it."

Ida stepped forward to greet Mo Rong and comforted her smoothly.

"No, I found the clue, but..."

As soon as the two of them heard there was a clue, they hurriedly approached Mo Rong.

"But this clue is similar or not. I found out about the only person in the Moth tribe who can enter the dream state."

"Then why do you say there are no clues yet? Could it be that that person..."

Ida made a gesture of wiping his neck, and Mo Rong shook his head and led the two of them back to Ji Feng's place.

When Ji Feng saw the three people returning, he thought he still wanted to inquire about the dream state, so he hurriedly said:

"Brother Morong, I am really..."

Mo Rong raised his hand to interrupt Ji Feng, shook his head and said:

"Brother Ji Feng, I'm here to ask you about someone this time."

"Who?"

"Marcos."

Ji Feng's pupils shrank when he heard Marcos' name, and he looked at Mo Rong.

"The prophet told you so."

Mo Rong did not deny it, but just waited for Ji Feng's follow-up words.

"Oh, it's useless even if you know about his existence."

"Almost the entire Moth tribe can't find him now, and even if you have news about him, I advise you not to look for him."

"why?"

"Just listen to me, I won't harm you."

Ji Feng didn't say the reason, and then stopped talking.

Mo Rong had no choice at this time. There was information but no one could be found, which only meant that the fate was not enough, so there was no need to force it.

After saying hello to Ji Feng, the three of them set off on their way back to the city. No one noticed that there was a trace of orange light in Mo Rong's body that was incompatible with the surroundings.

In the room not far away, the prophet was no longer as peaceful as before. He was lying on the soft cushion behind him, with an extremely ferocious face, as if he was enduring some pain. The darkness in his eyes was covered by an unknown orange color. The light slowly erodes.

"King...King...is that you..."

The prophet's voice was weak from the pain, but the hope and regret could be heard in it.

As the last trace of darkness in the prophet's eyes was swallowed up, his body slowly straightened up.

"Enemy! Enemy!"

......

The day for the team to rest and recuperate has passed quickly, and the four-to-two and finals that everyone has been looking forward to will begin today.

Four to two are side dishes, and the final is the main course.

There were many more betting booths outside the arena, and more people were gathered around than in the previous days. They were betting crazily on the stall owner, and Mo Rong could hear the shouts from all the distance.

"I bet on the number twenty-nine! I bet on the number two hundred euros!"

"Me too! But I bet five hundred!"

"Me too!"

The stall owner was extremely busy with people surrounding him making bets, and he kept saying:

"Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! Come one by one!"

"Each person can only place a maximum bet of one hundred euros, any more than that will be invalid!"

As soon as these words fell, someone was dissatisfied and shouted:

"Why can I only bet a hundred? There was no limit before!"

"That's right, why do we have to limit betting in this competition? Believe it or not, I'm going to blow your ass off!"

"Me too!"

The stall owner was on the verge of tears. He had expected this scene last night when the owner told him to limit betting, but he had no choice but to give him too much.

"Please be considerate and considerate. Even if you destroy my stall, others will do the same. Maybe they will charge less!"

"Besides, I don't have the final say on the price. Let's not embarrass our own people. Even if you bet too much, we can't pay it."

Everyone cursed and took back the large number of Geos that they had originally pledged, and exchanged them for a hundred Geos and threw them to the stall owner.

After reading the odds, Mo Rong realized that it was only 1 to 1.5, but those who couldn't stand it were almost all betting on number 29. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seemed that they all predicted that Gallian would win the championship.

"I'll bet a hundred euros too!"

He actually thinks so too.

......

"Welcome to the last stage of the Guard Trials. For this reason, the arena has been specially divided into three arenas for four teams to compete in pairs at the same time, allowing the game to proceed to the exciting final stage faster!"

The crowd burst into cheers, seemingly excited for the finals and for the upcoming Gio.

"Are we going to finish four to two and the final today?"

Mo Rong frowned, Ida on the side was not surprised.

"It has always been like this. The last two sessions of the competition are held on the same day, in order to test the guard's force and willpower."