Rocot: Reborn

The flames in the sky became more and more intense, and the tree wrapped in flames was like a burning beacon, illuminating the entire battlefield as bright as day. The black-robed man's eyes were also attracted, and the black sword in his hand paused slightly.

Rokod quickly seized the opportunity, roared, and the Blade of the Dead flashed with a cold light and stabbed straight at the black-robed man. The black-robed man reacted quickly and blocked with a black sword. The sound of metal clashing was deafening and sparks flew everywhere. Aurelia quickly got up from the ground, chanted a spell, and drew complex runes with her hands, preparing to launch a new attack.

However, the figure in the flames suddenly raised his hand, pressed his palm downward, and the flames seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, instantly falling from the sky and hitting the ground fiercely. A strong heat wave swept over in an instant, and Rokod and Aurelia had to retreat and seek cover.

"What's going on?" There was a tremor in Aurelia's voice. She had never seen such terrifying fire power.

Roccod's eyes were fixed on the flame, full of vigilance and thought. "I don't know, but this power cannot be underestimated. We must be careful."

At this moment, the flames gradually receded, revealing a figure. It was a man in a fiery red robe, with long hair like burning flames and dangerous light flashing in his eyes. He slowly raised his head and looked down at the man in black robe and Rocot, his voice low but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

"Don't you think you are too arrogant to be testing yourself here?"

The black-robed man snorted coldly, with a hint of fear in his eyes. "Flame Lord, what is your purpose in coming here?"

The Fire Lord smiled slightly, and glanced at Rokod and Aurelia, as if he was sizing up prey. "I was just passing by and happened to see an interesting fight. You guys continue, don't worry about me."

Rokod frowned, thinking quickly about his response. The situation was complicated, the black-robed man was powerful, and the Flame Lord was even more unpredictable. No matter what, he couldn't easily reveal his flaws.

"In that case," the black-robed man's voice sounded again, "then let me see if your flames can stop me."

After that, he swung the black sword in his hand again, and a sharp black light went straight to the Flame Lord. The Flame Lord sneered, flicked his finger lightly, and a flame barrier quickly rose in front of him. The black light hit it and dissipated instantly.

"Too weak." The Flame Lord said disdainfully, then he swung his hand back and a long whip of blazing flames shot out into the air, heading straight for the man in black.

Rocot knew that now was the best time to escape. He quickly grabbed Aurelia and whispered, "Let's go while they're at it!"

Aurelia nodded, and the two quickly retreated to a distance. However, just as they turned around, a deep voice sounded behind them.

"Want to leave? Do you think I'll let you get away so easily?"

Rokod's heart tightened, and he turned around suddenly, only to see that the black-robed man and the Flame Lord had stopped fighting and were looking at them. The air was filled with tension, as if a more intense battle would break out at any time.

Rocot gritted his teeth and quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind. He knew that there was no way out at this moment, and the only way to survive was to fight hard. He held the Blade of the Dead tightly, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Aurelia, we have no choice but to fight to the end."

Aurelia took a deep breath and nodded, "No matter what, I will fight alongside you."

The black-robed man sneered, and the black sword in his hand glowed coldly again. "Then let me see how capable you are."

Rocot and Aurelia faced the black-robed man and the Fire Lord, and the air was filled with a strong sense of tension. Rocot tightly grasped the Blade of the Dead and secretly made up his mind.

"Aurelia, you attack the Fire Lord first, and I will deal with the black-robed man. We have to kill one quickly, otherwise none of us will be able to escape."

Aurelia nodded and quickly began to chant a spell. Her hands glowed blue and frost runes appeared in the air. She took a deep breath and suddenly threw a frost arrow at the Fire Lord.

The Flame Lord sneered and waved his finger lightly. A flame barrier quickly rose up. The Frost Arrow hit it and instantly evaporated into water vapor. "Frost has no effect on me, stupid woman."

At the same time, Rokod also began to move. His body flashed suddenly, and the Blade of the Dead, with a dark aura, pierced the chest of the black-robed man. The black-robed man reacted quickly and blocked it with the black sword. The two fought fiercely again, sparks flying everywhere.

"Do you think you can defeat me like this?" the man in black robe asked with a sneer, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Rocot did not answer. Each of his strikes was full of strength and determination. Although the black-robed man's swordsmanship was superb, Rocot's combat experience in his previous life made each of his strikes precise and deadly. The black-robed man gradually felt exhausted and his face became gloomy.

At this moment, Aurelia's spell was finally completed. She raised her hands high, and a huge cone of ice suddenly appeared in the sky, carrying a sharp cold air, and went straight to the Flame Lord. The Flame Lord was slightly stunned, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"How dare you look down on me?" The Flame Lord roared, and with a sudden swing of his hands, a blazing wall of flames rose up in front of him, trying to block the ice cone. However, the ice cone, with its powerful impact, instantly penetrated the flame wall and headed straight for the Flame Lord's chest.

The Flame Lord's face suddenly changed, and he dodged hastily, but he was still injured by the residual power of the ice cone, and a burning sensation ignited in his chest. He covered the wound in pain, his eyes full of anger.

"You are looking for death!" the Fire Lord roared, and clenched his hands suddenly. A tornado of blazing fire formed around him and quickly swept towards Rocot and Aurelia.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Rocot quickly shouted to Aurelia: "Be careful!"

The two quickly separated and sought cover. However, the fire tornado was so powerful that the surrounding buildings were destroyed in an instant, with debris flying and flames spreading everywhere.

Rocot hid behind a huge rock, feeling anxious. He knew that this was not a solution and he had to come up with a plan as soon as possible. He looked across the battlefield and suddenly noticed that a man in black robes was quietly approaching Aurelia, with a black sword in his hand flashing a cold light.

"Aurelia, be careful of the man in black robes!" Rocot warned loudly.

Aurelia turned quickly, but it was too late. The black sword of the black-robed man had already stabbed her abdomen. At the critical moment, Rocot suddenly rushed out of cover, and the Blade of the Dead drew a dark arc of light, blocking the black-robed man's attack.

The two swords intersected, and Rokod and the black-robed man looked at each other, both of them flashing with unyielding fighting spirit. Rokod gritted his teeth and used all his strength to force the black-robed man back a few steps.

"You want to protect her? That's ridiculous." The man in black robe said coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.

Rokod ignored the black-robed man's provocation, knowing that now was not the time to argue. He quickly adjusted his breathing and prepared to launch the next wave of attacks. However, at this moment, the roar of the Flame Lord sounded again.

"You all must die!"