The Glory of Noxus

No. 4 Mordekaiser

The empty and desolate plains of the underworld.

Pale bones are scattered like stars dotting the earth, and countless souls are wandering aimlessly.

Their wails and screams weave an eternal elegy, echoing over the silent and empty plains.

And in the center of the plains, a territory of the underworld stands alone and proudly on the vast plains of the underworld.

Mitna Lachen!

This is the name of the underworld territory.

From a distance, majestic cities stand in the center of the plains like black flags fluttering in the wind.

These black flags are connected together to draw a picture of thick ink splashing.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The cold wind of the underworld ripples, carrying a hint of chill and sad sorrow, across the plains.

Finally, it quietly stops in front of the black wall of an ancient city and disappears into thin air.

This city is the core of many cities, the symbol of power in this plain, and the destination for all wandering souls.

The towering walls surrounding the city penetrate the thick and dense fog and reach the sky, showing an indescribable grandeur.

Beyond the walls, many buildings similar to the Noxus style come into view.

These buildings are scattered on both sides of the street, making the originally narrow streets appear even narrower.

However, this narrowness does not make people feel depressed, but adds solemnity and heaviness to the buildings.

Among them, the most eye-catching is undoubtedly the black tower standing in the center of the city.

This black tower is like a sharp sword, piercing the sky, as if declaring the supreme power and majesty to all souls.

The tower body of the black tower is made of steel, which is stacked like scales, forming a unique appearance.

These steels reflect hazy colors under the dark light of the underworld.

The black tower was surrounded by dark mist, which slowly seeped into the black iron and merged with the black tower.

The scattered part was like a struggling ghost, sometimes condensing into strange shapes, and sometimes dissipating in the air.

At the top of the black tower, a tall figure condensed with dark green underworld energy was overlooking the city below.

He raised his fist, and the energy of the dead soul emerged, reflecting the topography of the plain.

"My underworld is finally built!"

Once upon a time, he stood here, a mortal soul facing complete annihilation.

And now, the kingdom he forged with his own hands spread out before his eyes, covering the plain.

He walked down the black tower with satisfaction, ready to return to his fortress.

Every piece of steel under his feet was made by his hands.

The solid battlements and barriers were all shaped with cruel magic and steel will.

Just as the dark green figure was about to leave the black tower, he seemed to sense a familiar energy fluctuation.

He turned and looked at the black tower, with an inexplicable glow flashing in his dark eyes.

"Some of it looks like my energy?"

The dark green figure was puzzled and immediately took a step to enter the black tower.

The heavy iron door was pushed open, and many violent black mists surged, like roaring bloodthirsty beasts, attacking the tower.

But the walls were engraved with dense tadpole-like runes, and the tower remained motionless despite the impact of these black mists.

Hearing the strange footsteps, the rolling black mist immediately turned around, making a deafening roar and rushing towards the source.

However, when they rushed to the dark green figure, they suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the calmed violent black mist, the dark green figure walked along the steel steps and came to the center of the tower.

In the empty hall, a rotating energy vortex was suspended above the rune array, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

In the energy vortex, there was a lifeless hazy armor, floating and sinking.

It seemed that the armor was not in the underworld, but was imprisoned here by strange means.

The dark green figure ignored the restrictions of the surrounding rune array and walked directly to the hazy armor.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the surface of the armor, as if sensing another world.

In an instant!

The rolling black fog in the black tower was out of control, as if stimulated by something, turning into endless waves, beating the tower.

However, nothing helped.

The endless black fog was controlled by the consciousness of the dark green figure and poured into the hazy armor.

Then, his consciousness passed through the hazy armor, left the underworld, and returned to the material realm of the Valoran continent.

"Unfamiliar breath!"

In the deepest part of the shaft, in the surging energy vortex, the underworld armor that seemed to be sleeping lit up with a dark green glow.

"Is it my former skull?"

This was the name he used when he died for the first time. People called him.

Sarn Uzul!

"Too old memories!"

A whispering voice sounded, and many memories appeared in his deep green eyes.

In the last era, he ravaged the Valoran continent as Sarn Uzul, cleansing all the tribes and villages that stood in his way.

He forged his own empire with blood and death.

When he was about to die, he was very happy, because he was sure that his deeds in his lifetime had earned him the qualification to be forever on the same level with the gods in the Hall of Bones.

But after his death, what awaited him was not the glory of becoming a god or the magnificent hall.

Sarn Uzur stood on the empty and silent underworld plain, with only messy whispers lingering in his ears and ghostly mist wrapped around his body.

I'm dead!

This thought passed through his mind, like a whisper in the wind.

He gradually understood the reality, but no sadness surged in his heart.

Because this was exactly what he wanted.

Sarn Uzur looked into the distance, looking for the road leading to the Skeleton Hall, looking for the servants who came to welcome him into eternity.

He became more and more excited at the thought of meeting all the great conquerors.

However, as far as he could see, there was nothing but mist.

Sarn Uzur took a step forward.

He looked at his feet in surprise, rough gravel swam under his feet, and the wailing of souls came from afar, but it was so weak that he couldn't hear the words.

It doesn't make sense!

He strode towards the desolate underworld plain in front of him, determined to find the truth.

Time passed, and it was uncountable.

Confusion gathered into doubt, doubt ignited Saan Uzur's anger, and anger ignited the final rage.

Nothing!

Nothing!

In this plain, there was only a dry sea of ​​sand extending infinitely.

The voices of the soul's wail kept whispering, scratching his mind, making him irritable and crazy.

The fog remained the same, like a shroud that forever covered everything, entangled all comers.

Saan Uzur looked up at the sky, his heart full of anger.

"Did the priests deceive me?"

"Or are they all false prophets, a group of idiots who talk nonsense, preaching empty superstition with fake knowledge."

"Or did the judgment of the ancestors make a terrible mistake and did not accept me into the temple?"

These questions once gnawed at Saan Uzur's heart.

But it didn't matter anymore.

He understood that nothing mattered, only the facts in front of him.

There was nothing on the vast plain, only nothingness, no reward, no promise.

He slowly accepted the reality.

The shadow of despair followed behind Saan Urzul, hungry for him.

But he was Saan Urzul, the conqueror of the wilderness, the lord of the tribe.

He built an unprecedented great empire in the material realm of Valoran.

In life, he overcame all difficulties and solved all enemies who angered him with his own will and ambition.

Death is no exception!

Standing on the sand dunes of the plain, looking up at the black fog in the sky, Saan Urzul made his own vow.

If there is no kingdom in the world of the dead that I am determined to win,

I will build it myself!

"It has been too long since I made the vow, and I can't remember it anymore!"

His deep green eyes ignored the miasma-filled shaft and looked at the dark night of Valoran, with an evil pride rising in his heart.

"But soon, I will become the master of the underworld"

Where there was once nothing, he created his own world -

A kingdom where all souls will always reside and never dissipate.

As for his name.

After he was resurrected again, he felt that the previous name was not suitable.

After thinking again and again, he finally gave himself a name from the Ochen language.

And in front of the name, countless enemies and his followers added a prefix belonging to a hero.

Iron Armored Wraith·Mordkaiser!

Underground castle.

Above the dome where the majestic energy surged.

"This is the will of the Spider God·Vile Throat to descend. It's a very interesting battle!"

On the back of Iris's spider, Mordekaiser's separated consciousness observed the horrific battle on the dome through his skull.

"His opponent is also not simple, a star spirit bearer, and has different star spirit powers in his body."

As his consciousness moved, all the scenes of the underground space came into his mind.

"Demon barrier, interesting, I once raised two demon pets."

"It looks like the battle is very fierce, there are many demonic forces, and there is also a mortal whose body has merged with a demon."

"Huh? And you, Leblanc!"

Mordkaiser noticed the pale lady who was fighting with Swain, and the cold color disappeared on her skull.

Leblanc was once one of the core members around him, with unique magical skills.

In his secret plan, Leblanc actually betrayed him.

Tyranny only makes enemies!

In this name, Leblanc united the coalition forces of the Noxian tribe to defeat Mordekaiser and cut off the connection between his soul and armor.

Then, this empty shell was sealed deep in the shaft.

In this way, Mordekaiser was expelled from the material realm, which was in line with his plan and was a key step.

Although power and trickery made Mordekaiser glorious for a while, he knew that there was a greater destiny waiting for him than the Hall of Bones.

In the once empty wasteland, all the dead souls who died under his tyrannical rule are waiting quietly.

The dead souls eroded by dark sorcery will not dissipate, and the most powerful souls among them become his pious immortal army, controlled by his will.

And the weak ones also have their own tasks.

"It is your betrayal that created my underworld empire!" Mordekaiser thought of the empire he built in the underworld.

Compared with the material realm and spiritual realm of Valoran.

The location of the underworld is close to the spiritual realm, accommodating the dead souls of Valoran.

Mordekaiser longed to master all the forbidden knowledge of souls and death, and to thoroughly understand the material realm

or any realm.

"Hey, did you notice me?"

Mordekaiser did not stop, and his separated consciousness left the black skull, mixed into the surging energy aftermath, and disappeared in the underground castle.

At this time, Elise seemed to have sensed something and looked at the black skull on the spider leg, wondering if it was an illusion.

She felt that the skull had an inexplicable power reviving, but when her spirit was immersed, there was only the remaining power of the sacrifice.

The capital of Noxus.

The blood color stained the dark night sky.

This prosperous city fell into endless killing and chaos overnight.

The storm of the coup was set off by the Black Rose, who had been secretly planning for a long time, trying to subvert the existing order.

But under Swain's foresight, they became a turtle in a jar.

The war group led by Katarina's Kled surrounded from all directions, strangling the power of the Black Rose.

Especially the noble area.

This is the densely populated area where Black Rose members were born, and it has become the most intense place for fighting.

The shouts and painful wails that resounded through the sky spread across the majestic castles.

In this slaughter, Modkaiser's consciousness floated above the night sky, overlooking the battlefield below.

He sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air, revealing an intoxicated look.

"What a wonderful smell!"

Modkaiser missed the war and the slaughter in the past.

He gradually realized that only by controlling the empire again could he satisfy his deepest desires.

Then, he slowly left the castle, crossed the iron gate in the city, crossed the array of the Trifari Legion, and crossed Katarina.

Entered the Immortal Fortress.

Modkaiser looked at everything familiar and walked towards the place where the throne was before his death.

This was the fortress he built before establishing the empire, and it was the beginning of everything for him.

He walked through the triumphal stairs, crossed the narrow corridor, and finally came to the audience hall.

The wide audience hall was empty, with only the dim candlelight, which led Mordekaiser's sight to the huge throne above.

Without any hesitation.

Mordekaiser climbed the steps and looked at his throne.

At the same time, he also noticed the many colorful flags on both sides of the throne.

"Is this the tribe that surrendered to the power of the empire?" Mordekaiser whispered softly.

Faintly, he seemed to hear countless noises surrounding him, the cries of souls came one after another, and together weaved a chorus of evil pain.

They were the souls that died during the conquest of the Noxian Empire.

But these souls were too ordinary and had no right to attract his attention.

After all, the qualified souls were already on standby in the hall, and no one dared to speak.

It should have been like this.

Mordekaiser reached out and touched the cold armrest of the throne, and an evil smile appeared on his face.

Then, he slowly sat on it.