Rocot: Reborn

"It's time to wake up." Rocot stood in front of a soldier with an expressionless face and slowly raised his sword.

"Don't... don't kill me..." The soldier's body trembled uncontrollably. He threw away the weapon in his hand and hugged his head tightly with both hands.

"Why? Why are you doing this!" Rocot's sword had even cut through the air, but he stopped. He no longer looked at the soldier, but raised his sword and looked in the direction of the woman.

"You are responsible for all this..." The woman raised her hand and pointed it at Rocot. She herself didn't know why she did this. In her sea of ​​consciousness, the knowledge that was regarded as endless wealth was rushing like a torrent. Her fingertips opened and closed quickly, performing a complex magic circle.

Unexpectedly, Locot did not dodge. He seemed to be trapped by a spell and watched the woman's movements quietly.

What the woman saw was no longer the rebel leader in a black robe, but a knight in heavy armor kneeling on the ground. His armor was stained with blood, and his eyes were full of confusion. That was his own armor, that was his own confusion. Why was all this happening?

The woman's spell didn't take shape, and even the barrier didn't appear. She stood there in a daze, like a traveler who was overwhelmed by the strong wind.

Rocot no longer held the sword, he put it back into the scabbard, and the slanting sunlight naturally fell on the blade.

"Go ask your general." After saying this, Rocot turned and walked into the underground passage.

The soldiers looked at each other for a while, then picked up their weapons from the ground and followed Locot's footsteps.

The woman was still standing there in a daze, and it seemed that she didn't know what she had done.

What just appeared in front of her eyes were scenes from a long time ago. When Roccod put on the knight's armor for the first time, he couldn't help but admire his heroic appearance in the bronze mirror; when Roccod was suddenly attacked by a traitor during training, he fell to the ground without paying attention, but still faced the contemptuous gaze cast at him; when Roccod and she spent time together in the laboratory, he always did everything himself, just to ensure that there would be no mistakes...

These scenes played out in her sea of ​​consciousness like a revolving lantern. But the woman never understood how they were related to her, after all, she had fainted in that huge barrier.

But there was one feeling she could confirm, that was that in the moment just past, she had completed a forbidden "connection" that no wizard had ever dared to try and had never taught to anyone in the world.

That was definitely not just a memory. It was as if through that link, she could vaguely catch Rocot's thoughts at the moment.

She: "A night at the theater... Roccod... Why is there such sadness in his eyes..."

Rocot: "For a moment, I really thought she was the goddess of luck, the final answer to my mission..."

She: "My mission? What is it? Why do I always hear random voices in my head?"

Rocot stood in the shadows, looking coldly at the battlefield ahead. In the dark sky, thunder and lightning intertwined, illuminating the battlefield full of corpses. A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. These foolish mortals dared to challenge him, and they were destined to pay the price for their ignorance.

"Lord Rocot, we have taken control of this area." One of his men approached cautiously, a hint of awe in his voice.

Rocot did not respond, but slowly walked towards the soldier kneeling on the ground in front of him. The soldier's face was full of fear and despair, and his body was shaking uncontrollably. Rocot raised the sword in his hand, and the blade flashed a cold light under the lightning.

"No... please... spare me..." The soldier begged for mercy with sobs, tears mixed with mud sliding down his cheeks.

"Why?" Rocot's voice was low and cold. "Why did you betray me?"

The soldier was speechless and could only shake his head desperately. The tip of Rocot's sword gently touched his forehead. At that moment, the soldier's eyes were filled with despair and fear. However, Rocot did not stab him immediately. His eyes turned to the woman in the distance.

The woman formed a complex magic circle in her hands, and her eyes flashed with determination and confusion. Roccod looked at her quietly without any movement, as if waiting for something.

"Lockold!" The woman's voice was trembling, but full of determination. "This is all your fault!"

Rokod smiled slightly, with an inexplicable sadness in his eyes, "Really? Then let me see your strength."

The woman's magic circle flickered in the air, and her fingers danced quickly, as if she was weaving an invisible net. Rocot still stood there, as if he was cast into a spell, staring at her motionlessly.

In the woman's eyes, Rocot's figure gradually became blurred, replaced by a knight in armor. His armor was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of confusion and pain. Those fragments of memory flashed in her consciousness like a revolving lantern.

The proud look on Rocot's face when he put on the knight's armor for the first time, the helplessness when he was attacked by a traitor during training, the time they spent together in the laboratory...all of this swept over her like a nightmare, making the woman feel dizzy.

"This... What on earth is going on?" She muttered to herself, and the magic circle in her hand gradually dissipated. She didn't know why she saw these memories, and she didn't understand how they were related to her.

Rocot sighed softly and put away his sword. "Go ask your general."

He turned and walked away into the underground passage. The soldiers were stunned for a moment, but picked up their weapons and followed Rocot's footsteps. The woman stood there blankly, with those images and sounds constantly echoing in her mind.

"A night at the theater... Rocot... Why is there such sadness in his eyes..." Her voice was as soft as a whisper, but it echoed in the darkness.

"For a moment, I really thought that she was the goddess of luck and the final answer to my mission..." Rocot's voice seemed to come from a distant place, with a hint of helplessness and sadness.

"My mission? What is it? Why do I always hear chaotic voices in my head?" The woman felt a headache. She fell to the ground weakly, holding her head tightly with both hands.

In the darkness, lightning once again streaked across the sky, illuminating her face full of confusion and pain.