Rocot: Reborn

"My lord, the reconnaissance team has discovered unusual movements. The guys who once betrayed you seem to be secretly gathering their forces and attempting to launch a new round of attacks on the Shadow Kingdom."

"Oh, that's really interesting news." Roccod seemed to have expected such a move, but the curve of his mouth deepened a little, "I knew those clowns would not accept defeat. They seem to have forgotten the lesson from last time."

He stood up and walked steadily to the man in black. He stretched out his hand to pull him up, his eyes cold and powerful: "Lead the way, let's go and see what new tricks they have planned."

Soon, Roccod and Lolita followed the man in black and hurriedly left the cabin, heading towards the stronghold of the betrayers at lightning speed. In the forest, the dense shadows made all the whereabouts confusing, but for Roccod, the night was his most handy ally.

However, just as they were about to approach their target, a strange light flashed across the distant sky, followed by a deafening explosion. The Dark Night Empire seemed to have suffered an irresistible impact and suddenly seemed vulnerable.

"What is that...?" Lolita looked at the sudden light in surprise, full of confusion.

Roccod narrowed his eyes and stared at the sky expressionlessly. The direction of the light was exactly their destination. He took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "It seems... a little more complicated than I thought."

"Lockold, I've been waiting for you!" The woman's voice was as cold as ice and snow, making people shudder. Lockold slowly turned around, and the figure opposite him made his heart sink. It was her, his former enemy of the throne, who was still like an unshakable mountain, standing at the end of his hope.

It was a lone figure standing in the wilderness, with a resoluteness and an unapproachable coldness, and she seemed to be shrouded in an indescribable majesty. She was the deepest fear in Rocot's heart, because he knew that the existence of this woman was almost the biggest obstacle to all his ambitions and plans.

He stepped forward slowly, staring into her eyes, without evasion or retreat. He knew that the outcome of this duel might completely shape the future of the Dark Night Empire. The woman responded to him with an indifferent expression, as if silently challenging his courage and bravery.

"You know exactly why I'm here today." Rocot's voice was low and full of determination. "This is the end of a long-standing dispute between you and me, and it is also a symbol of our fateful duel. You will not let it go easily, and I will never give up. The only solution is to completely decide the winner and put an end to this chaotic battle of the dark night."

"Very good, well said, Rocot," her voice seemed to come from an ice cave deep in the Far North, penetrating all the vanity and noise, "but don't forget, in the cold wasteland, the only ones who can stand are always the stronger ones."

She handed forward an ancient scroll inlaid with magic runes, a combination of the most advanced technology and magic of that era. Her words were accompanied by a cold wind, as if foreshadowing the coming fierce storm, "Today, we will solve this problem once and for all. If you can solve this last problem... the Dark Night Empire will belong to you completely."

The scroll was like a beam of light in the wasteland, bright and dangerous. Everyone knew that it was the key to the pinnacle of power and the most dangerous chess piece in the battle of life and death. Roccod knew in his heart that at this moment, he would bet everything he had, whether it was the glory before his rebirth or the efforts he had made after his rebirth.

He stepped forward, firmly and forcefully, taking the scroll and the heavy responsibility. At that moment, the victory or defeat between him and her was no longer just a fight for territory and power, but a battle of ideas,

Rokod held the scroll tightly in his hand, and the ancient runes became slightly hotter as he exerted force, as if a life was awakening. He could feel the deep power in the scroll beating, which was the core of the Dark Night Empire and the turning point of his fate.

"Do you really think you can unlock the secret of this scroll?" There was a hint of teasing in Lolita's voice. She stood aside with her hands behind her back, her eyes fixed on Rocot's slightly heaving chest.

Rocot did not answer immediately. His eyes turned from the scroll to the woman in front of him - his rival. His cold voice was filled with contempt: "I'm afraid you didn't expect that our duel would unfold under such circumstances."

The woman blinked, and a hint of coldness appeared on the corner of her mouth. "If you can crack it, everything is yours. But if you can't, you will die in this cold wind."

In the battle for power after his rebirth, Rocot had struggled on the brink of death countless times, but now he was facing a challenge in an unknown area. He knew that this was not only a contest of strength, but also a test of wisdom. The runes on the scroll shone with a strange light, and each rune seemed to be a huge maze, containing a dangerous puzzle.

"Now is a good opportunity to show your true strength." Lolita continued in an unquestionable tone, inviting him to join the chess game.

There were gusts of cold wind blowing around, and the scroll seemed to be sensitive to the solemn atmosphere. The runes began to rotate, making a slight buzzing sound. Roccod closed his eyes and combined the memories of his past life with his current knowledge, which burst into his mind like jumping sparks.

"Very well, let's begin." The woman's voice announced the start of the duel, and then the wind and snow became more violent, as if cheering for the upcoming battle.

Rokod slowly opened his eyes, locked the scroll with his power, and began his puzzle-solving journey. The rune puzzles were like bumpy roads. With each layer he solved, the hidden power became stronger and tried to devour him.

As time passed, Roccod's brow furrowed, sweat dripped down his hair, and the scroll in front of him seemed to be alive, jumping and spinning. He felt an unprecedented pressure, but at the same time, he also felt the call of victory.

Just as Roccod was about to touch the innermost secret of the scroll, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance, and then a cold voice cut through the air -

"Locked, you'll never succeed!" The owner of the voice was the person he least wanted to see at this time - his old enemy, the old friend who betrayed him and caused his death.

The blood-red moonlight penetrated the dark clouds and illuminated the ruins where Rocot stood. His eyes were as cold as ice, and the scroll in his hand trembled slightly with his breathing, like a beast about to awaken.

"You've come just in time. I'm just short of an audience." Rocot's voice was indifferent and provocative. He didn't turn around, but he knew that the owner of the voice was standing behind him.