Rocot: Reborn

Roccod and Aurelia smiled at each other. Although they were exhausted, their trust in each other filled them with strength. They exerted their strength at the same time and launched a final charge against the Flame Lord.

At this life-or-death moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the battlefield, and a strong light suddenly flashed, and the whole world seemed to freeze at this moment. A glimmer of hope surged in Roccod's heart. Could this battle really have a turning point?

In the light, a vague figure gradually became clear. The man was holding a giant sword and exuding an extremely powerful aura. "Lokold, Aurelia, don't give up!"

Roccod and Aurelia's eyes lit up, and the familiar voice made them tremble. Who is this person? At this moment, will their fate take a huge turn?

"Lokold!" The voice sounded again, this time clearer and more resolute, as if carrying an irresistible force. The figure in the light gradually showed details, with long silver hair fluttering in the wind, and endless wisdom and majesty in his eyes. It was a warrior wearing ancient armor, and the giant sword in his hand exuded a cold light, as if it could freeze everything.

"Is it... Noah?" Aurelia exclaimed, her eyes full of shock and expectation.

Roccod was also stunned. He never expected that this partner who once fought alongside him would appear at this moment. "Noah, why are you here?"

Noah smiled slightly, and pointed his sword directly at the Flame Lord. "We'll talk about these issues later, let's solve the current trouble first." After that, he strode forward, and his aura swept across the battlefield like a blizzard. The Flame Lord obviously felt threatened, and his flames seemed particularly fragile in front of Noah's cold air.

"You ants, all of you must die!" The Flame Lord roared, and the flames erupted again, trying to devour everything. However, Noah's sword light was like the cold of the Far North, instantly cutting off the flames and heading straight for the Flame Lord's heart.

"Locod, Aurelia, now!" Noah shouted and slashed down with the giant sword.

Rocot and Aurelia did not hesitate, they launched their strongest attacks at the same time. Aurelia's frost power and Rocot's Blade of the Dead combined into an unstoppable force, rushing straight at the Flame Lord.

Fear finally showed in the eyes of the Flame Lord. He roared loudly, but the power of his flames was suppressed by the frost and sword light and was defeated step by step. Just when he was forced into a desperate situation, he suddenly laughed wildly. "Hahaha, do you think you can kill me like this?"

Before he finished speaking, the Flame Lord's body began to crack, with even hotter flames pouring out from the inside. His body was like a volcano about to erupt, and could turn the entire battlefield into ashes at any time.

"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct!" Rocot hastily retreated, but still refused to give up. His eyes met Noah's, and they both nodded at the same time, their minds connected.

"Get ready for the real winter!" Noah raised his giant sword, and the cold air around him condensed into a huge ice shield, blocking everyone.

"Aurelia, seal him!" Rocot yelled.

Aurelia immediately waved her hands, and the blue frost quickly spread, surrounding the Flame Lord. However, the Flame Lord's explosive power continued to expand, as if it was about to break through the shackles of the frost at any time.

At this critical moment, a deep purple light suddenly broke through the sky and shot directly into the heart of the Flame Lord. The Flame Lord's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked down at the light with disbelief in his eyes.

"This...what kind of power is this..." he asked hoarsely, his voice full of despair and fear.

"It's your doom." A low and cold voice sounded on the battlefield, and then a mysterious man in a black robe slowly walked out of the shadows, holding a long sword shining with deep purple light in his hand.

"It's your doom." A low and cold voice sounded on the battlefield, and then a mysterious man in a black robe slowly walked out of the shadows, holding a long sword shining with deep purple light in his hand.

The Fire Lord's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked down at the light, his eyes full of disbelief. "What...what kind of power is this..." he asked hoarsely, his voice full of despair and fear.

The man in black robes did not answer, but only approached the Flame Lord step by step. The deep purple sword light flashed with deadly chill, and every step made the Flame Lord feel unbearable pressure.

Rocot and Aurelia looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts and tension. Who was this mysterious man who suddenly appeared? Was he a friend or an enemy?

"Rocot, what should we do?" Aurelia asked in a low voice, her tone full of anxiety.

Roccod calmly looked at the situation and whispered, "Let's wait and see what happens. Don't act rashly."

The Flame Lord's body continued to expand, and the scorching flames seemed to tear the space around him. However, the sword light of the black-robed man was as steady as a mountain, and with every step, the explosive power of the Flame Lord gradually dissipated.

"You... who are you?" the Fire Lord asked gritting his teeth, with anger and unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

The black-robed man finally stopped in front of the Flame Lord and said coldly, "I am here to put an end to you."

After that, he swung the sword in his hand, and a deep purple sword light instantly slashed towards the heart of the Flame Lord. The Flame Lord's body shook violently, and then he let out a shrill scream. The scorching flame was instantly swallowed by the deep purple power, and the Flame Lord's body gradually collapsed in the sword light, turning into wisps of ashes.

"This... is impossible..." The Flame Lord said hoarsely at the last moment, his eyes full of despair and fear. Then, his body completely disappeared in the sword light, as if he had never existed.

The battlefield was in a dead silence, and everyone was speechless at the sight before them. Roccod and Aurelia were also stunned, not knowing how to react.

The black-robed man turned around and looked at Rocot and Aurelia, his eyes revealing a hint of mixed emotions. "Are you all right?" His voice was low and gentle, and seemed to carry a hint of concern.

Roccod suppressed his shock and nodded. "Thank you... you are..."

The black-robed man smiled and took off his hood, revealing a familiar face. "My name is Thrand, and I'm the guardian of the Shadow Realm."

Rocot frowned, his doubts growing. "The guardian of the Shadow Realm? But..."

Thrand sighed and interrupted Rocot. "The details are complicated, and now is not the time to explain. You must follow me. It is no longer safe here."

Aurelia obviously hadn't fully accepted the facts before her. She asked hesitantly, "Why should we believe you?"

Thrand's eyes became sharp, and he said firmly: "Because we have a common enemy, and I am also trying to save you."

Rocot thought for a moment, and finally nodded. "Okay, we'll go with you. I hope you didn't deceive us."

Thrand nodded, turned around and led them towards the distant forest. Behind them, the battlefield gradually returned to calm, but the shadow of danger was still approaching quietly.

The fates of Rocot, Aurelia and Thrande are thus intertwined, opening a new chapter.