At a young age, Ryze became aware of his innate sense of runeterra's magic, and the traditional schools of magic were no longer suitable for him, so he began to travel the world, visiting powerful hermits, wizards, and shamans around the world.

When he had learned all the magic, he set out to find the lost, forgotten, forbidden magic.

Ryze has gone on to learn about magical creations and the power of his mind, with the ultimate goal of completing his quest for the mysterious Runeterra.

This thirst for magic led him to a relic of mysterious magic, where he tattooed all the magic spells on his body, infusing himself with incredible mystical powers.

He also brought back a magic scroll with infinite power in his backpack. The true purpose of these mystical spells is known only to Ryze himself. However, he also encountered some things that he hated, and he needed to protect something.

In the mysterious Runeterra, the magical energy is unimaginably huge, Ruiz relies on the powerful thorn magic to make himself a magical creature, it can be said that Ruiz is the master of the Runeterra Land, as long as the magical energy of the Runeterra is not exhausted, Ruiz will not be defeated.

Ruiz is one of the most sophisticated mages known in the Land of Runeterra. He was born in ancient times, weathered and burdened, and shouldered unbearable responsibilities.

The archmage's weapons were his unbreakable determination and vast knowledge of the occult arts, and he spent his life searching for the runes of the world—the fragments of the primordial magic that shaped the world from nothing.

He must find all these mysterious characters so as not to fall into the wrong hands. While they were once used to create runelands, they can also be used for destruction.

Ruiz once wanted to be moved by those who had bad intentions, but they were already hard-hearted. This man is no longer the model of life with infinite wisdom that he has admired since childhood. His mind was already flawed, and he could be tempted as much as he called a fool.

The runes had corrupted him deeply, and he was destined to use them again and again, eating away at the whole world again and again, little by little.

Ruiz must do it, even if it is to destroy his only true friend. He used all the arcane energy at his disposal to strike at his mentor.

Tyrus reached out to pick up the runes, refusing to give up their power to death. As he reached out, the corrupted mage was defenseless against Ryze's attack. Within moments, Tyrus was transformed into a corpse, lying on the floor with embers.

Reyes was terrified and trembling, his mind struggling to figure out what he had just done.

When he turned around, he found that he was accompanied only by the runes of the world, and their flashes seemed to invite him to claim them for himself.

Reze plucked up his courage and picked up the two strange-shaped runes one by one, and he immediately felt himself being transformed into something more powerful, or rather terrifying, that he could never achieve.

Ruiz shuddered and dropped the rune and retreated in horror. If the corrupting power of these sigils can defeat the strength and integrity of Tyrus, then how can Ruiz possibly deal with it?

Ruiz then realizes that if he leaves like this, someone else will find and use the runes. At this moment, Ruiz realized the magnitude of his mission.

As long as there are any World Runes in the hands of power, the Rune Wars will continue, destroying the entire Rune Lands.

Ryze didn't know what to do next, and that's when he saw the scroll that Tyrus had been carrying with him. Ruiz tried to open the scroll, and was then empowered by a dazzling light. Suddenly, Ruiz understood his mission.

Since that day, Ruiz has been wandering, and the mysterious voice has been guiding him, guiding and intimidating him.

Reze resisted the power that each rune promised him at all times, choosing to seal the runes in a hidden location, ensuring that no one could use them.

For hundreds of years, Ruiz has been on this mission, while the magical power he absorbs distorts and lengthens his lifespan.

Despite the vicissitudes of time, Ruiz never dared to slack off. Because in recent years, the world runes have begun to reappear in the world, and the world has forgotten the price required to use the power of runes.

"Old Friends"

Ruiz was supposed to feel cold, but now his body was hot from the active energy. The weight he carried that day made Freljord's brutal cold pale.

The hunger cries of the frost trolls in the distance didn't shake him in the slightest. He's here to accomplish a mission. It wasn't a task that made him happy, but it was something he had to accomplish and he couldn't escape anymore.

As he approached the gate, he could hear the sound of his fur cloak rubbing against the pine wall, and the warriors of the tribe were rushing to search him. Within seconds, the gates were lined with spears, ready to kill him, just waiting for the slightest sign of his unwelcomeness.

"I'm here to meet Yagu," Ryze said, lifting the mantle back a little to reveal his blue-purple skin. "It's urgent."

The warriors on the wooden fence recognized the wandering mage, and a hint of surprise flashed across their originally hard faces. They climbed down the wooden fence and shouted trumpets as they slowly lowered the heavy hardwood gate, which seemed to let out a low, frightened roar at the stranger.

Visitors are rare, and the few who do are usually stuck in spears as an example. The exception is Ryze, whose prestige allows him to visit the most exclusive areas of the Runeterras. At least give me a few minutes, if nothing else. He thought to himself.

His countenance did not betray his uneasiness, and he walked quietly among the stern gazes that greeted him in the middle of the road, and everyone seemed to be watching him for any flaw that could be provoked. A young boy under the age of five bravely left his grandmother's side and ran close to him and yelled at Ryze.

"Are you a warlock?" The little boy asked.

"Almost," Reze replied, squinting slightly, not stopping.

He found his way to the back of the village. To his surprise, the village was almost exactly the same as the last time he saw it, years ago.

He walked over to the characteristic building, a dome made of ice crystals, glowing with a dazzling blue glow between the dim trees and dirt around it.