Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Mo Rong looked at the mark left by Kui Ruo on the wall and hurried forward. Not long after, he saw him behind a corner.

"Let's go. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. They might follow the markers to find you later."

Kui Ruo nodded and motioned for Mo Rong to follow him.

Kui Yao was much more familiar with the route of the Royal Sewer than Morong, so he knew exactly where to hide.

"This way!"

Kui Ruo kicked open a small space where garbage was piled up at the fork in the road, leaned over and rushed in. Mo Rong followed closely, pulling the garbage at the door together so that no one could see the traces.

After placing the shaman on the ground, the two of them were still silent. Sure enough, after more than ten breaths, scattered footsteps came from outside.

"Why are there so many forked roads in this wretched place? Divide them again!"

"Yes!"

As the footsteps faded away, Mo Rong carefully looked out from the cracks in the garbage and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no sign of the sentry.

"Phew~, finally got rid of them."

Seeing that the situation was no longer so critical, Kui Ruo curiously asked Mo Rong the question he had been holding back.

"Brother Morong, why are you being hunted by so many people? What did you do?"

Mo Rong sighed softly.

"Don't mention it. Your brother and I originally planned to punish evil and promote good, but in the end, I almost got myself into trouble."

He still couldn't figure out why Lurian would take action against him. Could it be that Lurian didn't know what Somas had done?

How can this be! As a watcher, how could he not even discover the research on the Soul Sanctuary right in front of him?

Are Lurian and Somas a team?

Murong shook his head and dismissed the idea. As the supreme leader of the City of Tears, his character must have passed the strict screening of King Bai, otherwise he would never act like a hands-off shopkeeper and completely hand over the governance power to Lurian's hand.

There must be something unspeakable. Now that he recalled Lu Ruien's blow, he thought something was wrong.

Logically speaking, if all that power were poured on him, even with the defense of shining tortoise shells, he would never be as easy as he is now. Moreover, by chance, that power penetrated several floors, just in time to knock him down. When he got to the shaman, he now had to suspect that he was being used by Lurian.

Gee, that’s really insidious.

"Punish the evil and promote the good? Don't you care about the evil sentry in the City of Tears? And aren't you trying to save him?"

Quiruo pointed at the shaman on the ground and blinked.

"Oh, it's a long story. I did want to save him at first, but something happened later..."

Murong told him roughly what Soumas had done and his stealth rescue, and Kui Ruo frowned as he listened.

"There are still people like this in the City of Tears? Isn't this collusion between officers and soldiers? Just wait, I will tell my teacher when we get back and let her report to the king."

Quiruo was filled with indignation and despised this inhumane behavior.

Morong didn't dissuade him, because he knew that even Lurian couldn't control Somas, and what could Monomon, who was far away in the teacher's archives, do?

At this moment, the shaman on the ground coughed hard, his eyes gradually opened, and he stood up with difficulty.

"I...where am I?"

Mo Rong quickly supported him.

"Senior, are you awake? We are still in the sewer, and there are still pursuers outside who are unable to escape for the time being."

The shaman turned to look at Mo Rong, who was supporting him, and his eyelids drooped down for another half.

"It was...you saved me?"

Mo Rong nodded.

Only then did the shaman remember that the person who had fought against the sentry and Somas in the Soul Sanctuary was the young man in front of him.

Moreover, he actually had two kinds of snail shaman's spells on him. Thinking of this, the shaman's drooped eyelids forced themselves up, broke away from Mo Rong's hand holding him, stared at him and said:

"How come you have the spells of my people on you, you bastard! What on earth did you do to them?!"

During the days when the shaman was trapped in the Soul Sanctuary, he also suffered a lot of psychological torture. Now everyone he looks at seems to want to persecute him.

The modern abbreviation is persecution delusion.

Seeing that the shaman misunderstood Mo Rong, he quickly explained:

"Senior, don't get me wrong. The spells you saw before were granted to me by seniors Wu Ma and Wu Si. I did not do anything disrespectful to them."

If it were another person, the shaman would definitely not believe it, but the Mo Rong in front of him is a person who dares to attack Somas directly. If he covets his magic, there is no need to take such a big risk. .

And now he has no power to restrain the chicken. If he wants to take action, he will not wait for him to wake up. Mo Rong can name the two of them in one breath. This can also be one of the reasons to trust him.

"Sorry, I'm too sensitive. Just call me Wu Lie."

"Senior, my name is Mo Rong."

"Quirro."

The two briefly introduced themselves, and Mo Rong quickly asked:

"Senior, how is your health now?"

First, the soul master used an unknown method to extract the spell crystals, and just now he helped him break the manhole cover. Now he was very worried about Wu Lie's physical condition.

Wu Lie drooped his eyelids and shook his head slightly.

"I'm running out of time."

With Mo Rong's help, Wu Lie stood up unsteadily and motioned for them to walk out.

Kui Ruo went out first to investigate again, and after confirming that there was no danger, he called the two of them out.

"Senior Wu Lie, what do you want?"

Mo Rong could feel that Wu Lie wanted to go in a certain direction, so he followed him in stealth.

"Do you know how long I have lived?"

Wu Lie muttered to himself as he walked.

“I have witnessed the end of an era of chaos and the rise of order.”

"Our family never asks about foreign affairs, we are only obsessed with the study of soul magic."

"From chaos to order, it seems that many people remember us, but many people have forgotten us."

"I don't understand why a clan with such powerful power has to live in a corner and live such a boring life."

"I love magic, and I hope to promote our clan's magic and make it known to the world, but my clan members are firmly opposed to my opinion."

"Hmph, I am Wu Lie, one of the most powerful people in my clan. How could I listen to those people who have no ideals?"

"A bunch of cowards!"

Hearing this tone, he couldn't help but cough several times in excitement, and Mo Rong felt that Wu Lie's body was about to fall apart due to his coughing.

The two followed him for a long distance, and finally stopped in front of a garbage dump.

Wu Lie took off Mo Rong's hand that was supporting him, and walked into the garbage pile alone to rummage around. Within a moment, a dirty mask appeared in his hand.

Wu Lie picked up the mask and wiped it on his body. After wiping it, he raised it in front of him, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"I was wrong."

"It wasn't until I was captured that I realized why my tribe had been advising me not to do this."

"Those who carry precious things must have the power to protect them."

"It's a pity that I failed. I'm sorry for my clan members, and even more sorry for the clan leader who gave me this mask."

"I hastily hid it here when I was being hunted, and now I can wipe the dirt off the mask."

"But what about my life?"

Wu Lie's words at this time were full of desolation. Mo Rong opened his mouth, but the comforting words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

"The magic I devoted my life to was taken away by others. You tell me, how can I face my people?"

"To face the ambitious me?"

Wu Lie turned around with the mask in hand, and Mo Rong noticed that the expression in his eyes changed at this time, and his brilliance shone brightly.

"But you are different! I see the shadow of my past in you, the magic of the shaman family, I believe it will shine with incomparable dazzling light in you!"

"Can you promise me that one day I can take back the magic from that bastard?"

One of Wu Lie's hands suddenly put on Mo Rong's shoulder, squeezing him so hard that it hurt.

Seeing this, Mo Rong didn't dare to neglect and nodded quickly.

"You don't need to tell me, not only will I take your spell back from the soul master, but I will also take his life!"

"Okay! Then I'm relieved!"

A tear slowly fell from Wu Lie's eyes, and he put the mask in Mo Rong's hand.

"I hope you won't lie to me, and I believe you won't lie to me."

"This mask should be regarded as my glorious witness to the magic of the future shaman clan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of air surged out from Wu Lie's body, and then his body began to fall apart, gradually turning into black particles.

"Senior Wu Lie!"

Mo Rong quickly stretched out his hand to grab Wu Lie, but it was in vain.

The crisp sound of the snail shell falling to the ground revealed Wu Lie's death, but his voice still floated in the air, echoing in Mo Rong's heart.

"Come on, kid, carry on my ambition and keep going firmly."

"The power of the shaman will protect you, all the time..."