Rocot: Reborn

Roccod's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, capturing every subtle movement. He could feel that the ranger was hiding in a dark corner, waiting for an unexpected opportunity to attack.

"Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears, with sarcasm and ridicule.

Rocot suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, but he could not see anyone. He cursed in his heart, thinking that the ranger was really cunning, able to hide his tracks in such a short time.

"Don't look for me, I'm right behind you." The voice sounded again, with a barely perceptible smile.

Roccod turned quickly and swung the knife in his hand, but missed. The ranger's figure was erratic, like a phantom, appearing and disappearing in the corridor. Roccod snorted coldly, and his body accelerated instantly, like a black wind, penetrating the misty dust.

"Do you think you can escape my control like this?" Rocot said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Control? Hahaha, who do you think you are? I'm a ranger, no one can control me." The ranger's voice echoed in the darkness, as if coming from all directions.

Rocot's eyes shot out two cold rays of light, searching for the enemy in the darkness. Every friction between the blade and the air was like the cry of the soul, burning with the flame of revenge.

"Don't hide anymore. This will only make your death more painful." Rocot said coldly, the blade in his hand flashing coldly in the darkness.

The Ranger laughed. "Pain? You must be mistaken. We are just playing a game. Don't take it too seriously."

A sneer appeared on Roccod's face. He knew that the ranger's confidence came from his strange body movements and quick reactions. However, this time, Roccod was absolutely sure to catch this cunning fox.

"Games? Then I'll play with you." Roccod's voice was as cold as ice, and with a flash of his knife, the entire corridor was illuminated by the light of his blade.

Suddenly, he caught a faint breath, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "Found it."

Roccod's figure was as fast as lightning, and he instantly appeared in a dark corner, with a flash of knife and a splash of blood. The figure of the ranger suddenly appeared in the darkness, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"You...how could you..." The ranger's voice was filled with pain and confusion.

"It's simple, because I understand darkness better than you do." Rocot said coldly, and swung the knife in his hand mercilessly again, completely ending the ranger's life.

The bloody smell permeated the air, and Rocot stood beside the ranger's body, watching everything coldly. His revenge had just begun, and everyone who betrayed him would meet their doom in this darkness.

"Who will be next?" Roccod whispered to himself, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, a sound of hurried footsteps came from a distance, and Rocot quickly hid in the shadows, waiting for the arrival of new prey. He knew that he would not be alone on this road of revenge, because there were more enemies waiting for him to deal with.

In the dark corridor, Rocot's figure gradually blurred, leaving only his cold eyes, like two deep rays of light, watching everything. He is the conqueror of the dark night, and his name will be praised in the darkness, becoming an existence that cannot be ignored.

"Come on, let's continue this game." Rocot's voice was low and powerful, as if announcing to the whole world that his revenge had just begun.

As the hurried footsteps approached, Rocot quickly merged into the shadows of darkness. He had become accustomed to this kind of waiting and killing, which belonged to the patience of a hunter. He stared ahead, and the straight aisle seemed to be the road to the other side of revenge, full of conspiracy, betrayal and blood.

He knew that he was not alone on this road of revenge. There were more enemies watching in the darkness, waiting for him to embark on that unknown journey. In the dark corridor, Rocot's figure was as ethereal as a cloud, leaving only his cold eyes, like two stars, shining with persistence and determination.

He is the conqueror of the dark night, his name will be praised in the darkness, and he will become an existence that cannot be ignored. He is no longer the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom who is ridiculed by the world and betrayed by his friends. He is the new Rocot, holding the scepter of revenge and shining with every step.

"Come on, let's continue this game." Rocot's deep voice echoed in the empty corridor, like an invisible wind, carrying his words to every enemy in front of him. His tone was calm and resolute, the determination of a brave man who had escaped from the bloody storm.

Just as he was about to move forward, a faint light suddenly came from the end of the corridor. It was a crack, and a familiar smell filled the air. A strong sense of doubt surged in Roccod's heart. He was familiar with this smell. It was the smell of his former friend and the first enemy on his road to revenge - Aurelia.

Aurelia, they had conquered the Shadowlands together, ruled the darkness together, and were respectively the heaven and the earth. However, the final betrayal came from his sword. Rocot's expression was gloomy, and he pulled out a painful smile, "It's you, Aurelia, I've been waiting for you."

He stepped lightly, and a strong murderous aura quietly released from him. His eyes became empty, and the cold light in them was like cold stars, dazzling and cruel. They were no longer the eyes of a dragon with pain and worry, but the eyes of a detached warrior.

"Goodbye, my friend." Roccod's voice became distant and deep. He tightly grasped the Blade of the Dead and slowly walked towards the light, like a warrior walking towards the end. He knew that this would be a battle of life and death, and he might die here, but he did not regret it, because he had found the meaning of revenge and the motivation to live.

"Let us end this, Aurelia." Now, he was at the beginning of his revenge.