Rocot: Reborn

In the red light, Roccod's face was outlined with a cold outline, and his deep eyes were like flames in the dark night, full of indomitable spirit and strategy. Suddenly, the faint creaking sound became clearer, and a shadow slowly emerged from the shadows, its shape vague, like a tiny dust swaying in the wind.

Roccod clenched his fists, strength boiling in his body. He turned around abruptly, his eyes as cold as a sword, staring at the person who gradually revealed his figure. He was an old man wearing a simple black robe, with deep wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see through everything.

"Who are you?" Rocot's voice was low and full of unquestionable authority.

The old man laughed, his voice dry as an old tree root in the soil, "Lockold, don't you remember me?"

This voice, this attitude, Rocot's brows furrowed, and a forgotten memory gradually became clear in his mind - this was the mentor who once led him into the dark arts, Levins.

"Levens? Haven't you already..." Rocot paused before finishing his words, "Why are you here?"

Levins approached slowly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. "It seems that you still remember me, so you should also remember that the evil forces will not let us leave easily. I came here to witness your rebirth, Rocot."

Roccod sneered, "Rebirth?" His voice revealed mockery and disbelief, "Rebirth is just the beginning. What I want is revenge."

Levins remained calm. "Revenge? What a desperate struggle. However, you need to know that true power comes from control, not violence. Your enemy is much stronger than you think."

At this moment, Rocot felt a deep and dark power quietly flowing in the room, and the red light in his eyes became brighter. Levins continued, "Before you move forward with a big fanfare, there are some things you must deal with first, otherwise, your road to revenge will be much more difficult than you think."

Rocot frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Remember, everything has a price." Levins' figure gradually became blurred, as if blending into the surrounding darkness, leaving only these prophetic words echoing in Rocot's ears.

The room returned to silence. Roccod stood there, the darkness around him seemed to deepen. His heart was filled with ripples: control, power, revenge... What secrets were hidden behind all this?

At this moment, Rocot's consciousness is as clear as before. He knows that this battle is not only to regain the lost throne, but also concerns the entire future order. Facing an unknown powerful enemy and inner struggle, how should he choose?

Just for a moment, Rocot grasped some revelations in the deep darkness. What made him incompatible with his former monarchy was his ignorance of the future era.

He looked at the shadow territory that belonged to him, his eyes flashing with the flame of pursuit and desire. To rule this land, strength alone was not enough, he needed knowledge, he needed to understand this era, he needed to use offense as defense, so that he could seize the initiative in this game of chess.

Deciding to act, Rocot stood up and prepared to go out of the city to check intelligence. In front of the city wall, the cold wind blew in his face, like a sharp sword, sweeping across his naked skin, and like primitive power and wildness, washing over his new soul.

With a solemn expression and steady steps, he walked towards the door leading to the unknown. Every footstep hit his heart hard, causing ripples. This step allowed him to bid farewell to the past and embark on a new journey. In this step, he would accept new challenges and face the powerful unknown. In this step, he would restart his life and his own unique story.

His heart was more resolute in his decision. He thought to himself, "Should I let those traitors greedily enjoy everything that belongs to me? They are crazy and determined to get what they want, and they will have to pay the price in the end. The flame of revenge will never be extinguished!"

The moonlight shone on Rocot's body, which was interesting and chilling. His figure was like a dark sculpture in the moonlight, full of mystery and deterrence. He laughed, and the laughter was as cold as ice, piercing people's hearts. "Patience, strategy, I will slowly wear down your defenses, and when that day comes, you will be afraid of me, and I will make you realize your ignorance and past madness."

Rocot embarked on an unknown journey, his heart full of desire and determination for the future. Along the way, the light of the Shadow Goddess led him, like a bright star, illuminating his unknown path.

At this moment, suddenly, the cavalry came galloping, and several people jumped off the horse and surrounded Rokod in an instant. The leader was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was full of arrogance and ridicule. He stared at Rokod and said, "Boy, who do you think you are? This is the southern border, not a place for you to come and go!"

A cold light flashed in Roccod's eyes, but he asked calmly, "Who are you then? You are not hiding your purpose. You just want to attack a passerby like me."

The leader of the Iron Cavalry narrowed his eyes with a playful expression. He turned around and waved to his men behind him, "Search this guy to see if he has anything valuable on him."

Rocot smiled slightly. His voice was deep and powerful. "Do you really think you can find anything from Rocot? Perhaps you should be more worried about whether you can leave in one piece."

A burly man strode forward and said in a rough voice, "You shameless boy, I'm going to break your neck!" His arm was like an iron clamp and grabbed Rocot's neck.

Rocot dodged the attack with a swift movement, picked up a stone from the ground, and hit the man's knee with it. The man screamed and fell to his knees.

The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense, and the other members of the Iron Cavalry drew their swords and surrounded Rokod. The middle-aged man in the lead had a gloomy expression, "You are courting death!"

"Perhaps you have misunderstood me," Rocot's eyes flashed coldly in the light of the torch, "I am not the one who has nowhere to go."

At this moment, a strange light suddenly appeared in the sky, accompanied by a slight vibration, and the entire ground seemed to be shaking. Everyone looked up involuntarily, and saw that the light quickly spread, forming a huge halo, illuminating the entire night sky of the southern border.

"This is... the symbol of the Shadow Goddess!" an Iron Knight soldier exclaimed.

Rocot took the opportunity to quickly step back. His voice seemed even more gloomy under the reflection of the halo. "It seems that the gods have not given up on me, but you have chosen the wrong side."