Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Chapter 40 Maggots, Ancestral Hills

The old man next to the candle was still kneeling and muttering something, and did not notice Mo Rong's approach.

"God, we sincerely pray that you will give our descendants strong strength, a hard body, or rich knowledge."

"O God, we sincerely pray that you will respond to us..."

"God, we..."

It wasn't until Mo Rong walked to the old man's side that he heard clearly what he was muttering. He didn't interrupt and waited for the old man to finish reading.

After the old man knelt down and kowtowed, he slowly turned aside and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, Mo Rong's big face suddenly came into view, and the old man was so frightened that he quickly got up and ran back like his grandson. His staggering figure seemed to have encountered something terrible.

"Stop! If you run away again, I'll strike!"

This made Mo Rong a little annoyed. He put it aside and waited for a long time. At least give him a response. What does it mean to stand up and run away?

"This...this lord is merciful!"

The old man hurriedly stopped and knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed to him. Seeing this, Mo Rong quickly pulled the old man up. He was just trying to scare him, so why did he start giving him a big salute?

"Old man, get up, what are you doing?"

"Sir, please let me go. I'm too old and can no longer work hard. Please let me go!"

There was a cry in the old man's words, which gave Mo Rong a headache.

"I didn't want to arrest you as a coolie, I just came here to ask for directions."

"You, you are an explorer?"

Mo Rong thought for a while, he should be considered an explorer now, so he nodded. Unexpectedly, the old man shivered even more.

"Sir, please let me go. I'm old and my flesh is no longer good. Please let me go!"

Now Mo Rong couldn't get plastic surgery, and he couldn't say anything, so he took out the bone nail and pointed it at the old man.

"Shut up! If you talk nonsense again, I'll kill you."

The old man stopped immediately and wanted to cover his mouth with his hand, but unfortunately their hands were too short and they couldn't touch it.

"Now, I ask and you answer, do you understand? Nod if you understand."

The old man's eyes were filled with fear and he nodded vigorously twice.

Mo Rong looked at the old man in front of him with satisfaction. He was still easy to talk to.

"Why did you run away when you saw me?"

"I, I'm afraid that you will arrest me to do hard labor."

"What do you mean by this? Can just anyone arrest you and take you away?"

The old man was a little hesitant to tell the truth. Seeing this, Mo Rong took out a dozen Geos from his pocket and threw them to the old man, who hurriedly caught them.

"To be honest, these Geo are yours."

The old man nodded quickly and said:

"It stands to reason that this is the case, because our clan has little force, so we are often coerced by others."

"There were some red-robed lords in the city who commanded their men to come here and arrest many people, saying they wanted to give them a job."

"But they are all doing things that are tiring and hurtful, so we hide when we see outsiders."

Mo Rong frowned, no wonder most of the slaves he saw on the street were maggots.

"No one cares about these things?"

Seeing that Mo Rong didn't look like the previous guards or nobles, the old man continued.

"Alas, our family's status in Hallownest has always been very low. Even if we do the same work as others, we can only get the minimum Geo."

"And we are not born with strong bodies or developed brains, some are just..."

"Just a bloated body."

Morong added the second half of the sentence for him, and the old man did not refute.

"So no one cares about this. After all, what can we do?"

Mo Rong was a little surprised. How could a race with neither strength nor intelligence survive to this day in terms of survival of the fittest?

"But I think you have a lot of people, right? According to what you said, shouldn't your tribe be very small?"

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at his body and said:

"My clan is born with a body that is easier to digest and store energy than others, so even when resources are scarce, our clan can survive."

“Is this the mission God has given us, or are we born for this?”

"Then what about the explorer you just mentioned?"

The old man refused to say anything this time, but Mo Rong didn't force it. He took out the map and asked the old man:

"I'm just here to ask for directions. See how nervous I am making you. Look at this place in the picture. How do you get there?"

What Mo Rong was pointing at was a question mark area in the picture. The old man looked at it carefully and then glanced at Mo Rong quietly.

"If you want to go here, just go straight ahead. You will reach this place in a short time."

"Okay, thank you."

Mo Rong put away the map and turned around to leave, finally collecting some useful information.

The old man looked at Mo Rong's retreating back, his face twisted with a hint of jealousy.

"Who told you to be stronger than us?"

Then he put away the Gio that Mo Rong gave him, and knelt down in front of the candle to pray.

"O God, we sincerely pray and offer sacrifices to you in order to..."

......

After walking in this dark space for a long time, I finally saw some firelight in front.

The flat road underfoot also became bumpy. Mo Rong looked up at the ground and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

I saw that the ground was covered with masks or heads of some kind of creatures, and even the torches on the side were flames burning from those things.

Come to the right place!

The decorations around here, Mo Rong confirmed, are where the snail shaman is!

As he went deeper, the torches became denser and denser, until Mo Rong saw a road with a purple shimmer in the depths, a road surrounded by many conical stone pillars.

Walking along the road with excitement, Mo Rong finally saw the person he wanted to meet on this journey, the only remaining snail shaman in the game!

Mo Rong walked towards him quickly, and the sound of his feet echoed in the space, which also made the snail shaman notice Mo Rong.

"Oh! Who is leaning out of the darkness? Oh my god, you look so scary! Unfamiliar faces and evil weapons!"

The snail shaman turned around and walked towards Murong. There was a necklace made of skulls around his neck. He also held a staff in his hand, with a skull also embedded on the top.

"Your smell! Oh! I know it so well!"

The snail shaman approached Mo Rong and looked at him with curiosity.

"It's void matter! Wow! Have you also lived from ancient times to now?"

"Except for my own race, I haven't seen anyone with a similar smell to ours for a long time. No wonder you can step into this place."

Murong looked at the nagging prophet beside him, thinking that he didn't know his name yet, so he couldn't help but ask questions.

"What should I call you?"

"Before asking someone else's name, shouldn't you tell your own first?"

The snail shaman smiled.

"Sorry, my name is Mo Rong. May I ask, senior, what do you call me?"

"My name is Wusi. What do you want to see me for?"

"I want to learn your magic!"

The snail shaman's eyes suddenly became wary, he took a few steps away and asked:

"How did you know I knew magic?"

Murong regretted that he spoke too quickly. Where did he know it? He couldn't tell Wu Si that he was playing a game.

There is no way, Wuma, forgive me.

"I heard from Senior Wuma. She said she has a cousin who also knows a powerful soul spell. If I want to learn it, I can go to him."

"Wuma? Do you really know my cousin?"

Wusi obviously hasn't let down his guard yet.

Mo Rong was helpless and wanted to release the howling ghost, but he suffered from insufficient soul energy...

Hey?

Only then did Mo Rong realize that just when the two of them were talking, there was inexplicably more soul energy in his body. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. Then he slowly opened his mouth, and the howling ghost burst out from his mouth and bloomed in the air.

"drink!"

After Wusi felt this powerful force, he finally let down his guard and looked at Mo Rong in disbelief.

"My cousin actually taught you this trick?"

"I thought she would hide this trick for the rest of her life."

"Haha, I actually 'switched' this move with Geo and Senior Wuma."

"No wonder, with my cousin's temperament, it makes sense."

"..."

"Do you really want to learn my magic?"

Wu Si looked at him curiously, and Morong nodded seriously.

"Senior, feel free to ask for any conditions. I am here with the intention of learning."

"I will only give spells to my friends, and if you want to be my friend, you need to be strong."

"Senior, tell me straight."