Under the wrath of the ghost, the Iron Sword Lady also felt her empathy – they both suffered the same pain of betrayal. Pinshu.com

"Your enmity is our enmity," said Callista, the spear of vengeance. Her voice was grim. "We will become one and embark on a path of revenge together."

The Iron Sword Lady nodded.

Then, the spirit of vengeance and the remnants of the Iron Sword Lady walked into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Iron-armored Wraith

"Everything dies...... Only I can have eternal life. ”

The malevolent Revenant Maud Caesar is the most resentful and terrifying Revenant on the Isle of Shadows. He has existed for countless centuries, escaping true death through necromancy and his own dark will. All those who dare to fight Mordecaesar on the battlefield are in danger of being cursed: he will enslave the souls of the dead and become his own instrument of destruction.

Maudecaesar was also a mortal, a warlord king in eastern Valoran, who ruled his realm long before Demacia and Noxus were founded. Whenever he goes into battle, he wears a full suit of steel armor to wipe out all those who oppose him, crushing his opponents with his magic mace Nightfall.

There were many who feared Maudecaesar, and many more who hated him, and his enemies finally united to put an end to his dark reign. After a day of bloody fighting, Maudecaesar reached the point of fate, standing on a mountain of corpses, surrounded by enemies. Arrows, blades, and spears pierced his body, but before he died, he laughed out loud and told his killers that he would come back for revenge.

His body was tossed onto a huge pile of firewood and grass to burn as a celebratory bonfire for his enemies. While the flames blackened his armor at best, they reduced his corpse to charred bones.

The flames burned for several days before they were extinguished, and as the flames faded and the victors left, a small group of mages crept up and searched through the ashes, picking out Maudecaesar's armor and bones. They secretly took the two things away, and on a moonless night, they arranged the bones in their original human form, placed them on a stone tablet carved with runes, and began to chant an evil spell, a necromancy. As their black spell reached its climax, a figure appeared on the slate. The ghost stood up, free from the shackles of the bones.

It is a resentful spirit made of pure darkness, with evil resentment burning in its eyes. The flame-blackened armor coalesced together around the spirit, clinging to each other as if it had been drawn by a powerful magnet, and the mages fell to their knees before their newly resurrected master. They did all this because Maudecaesar had promised them great mana, but they didn't know what form of reward they would receive.

Mordkaiser now has a new necromantic magic, and he has granted these mages immortality, trapping them between life and death. They became evil necro lichs, cursed to be eternally loyal to Maudecaesar.

Over the next few decades, Maude Caesar made it impossible for all who disobeyed him to die a good death. He cast a curse on them, reducing them to eternal slavery, and the drained souls obeyed his immortal will.

Under the armor of the iron-armored Wraith, the dark reign of Mordecaesar lasted for hundreds of years. He was killed several times during this time, but always came back from the dead, resurrected by the Necro Lichs who were bound to his soul by casting spells.

Mordecaesar's bones are the key to his evil resurrection, and hundreds of years of vicissitudes have made him more and more insane, paranoid, and worried about the safety of his bones. He built a megalithic fortress in the center of his empire, known as the Immortal Fortress. And at the heart of this magnificent fortress are his bones.

The Immortal Fortress was eventually besieged by a coalition of foreign tribes and mercenary warbands. During this siege, a tribal chief sneaked into the fortress, bypassed treacherous defenses, and stole Maudecaesar's skull. Maudecaesar could not have been resurrected if the bones were incomplete, but fearing the wrath of their masters, the enslaved lichs kept the theft alive.

On the walls of the Immortal Fortress, countless enemies fell in front of Mordkaiser, but he still could not stop the rout. His fortress was occupied by the enemy, and he himself was suppressed by the absolute number of the enemy. The mace in his hand was taken away and his limbs were bound in chains. His deafening laughter echoed in the darkness—he thought he would still be resurrected this time, as he had experienced so many times before. The chains that bound his limbs were chained to the giant dragon lizard, and at the command of the beast trainer, several behemoths dismembered his five horses.

Mordecaesar's skull was taken to the island of Fuguang on the other side of the ocean, a land hidden in mist and legend. The wise men of the island knew Maude Caesar and his weaknesses. They stole his skull in order to free the world from his evil interference, so they placed it in a secret warehouse deep underground, keeping it with iron locks and magic sentries. Mordecaesar's enslavements scattered around the world in search of the missing skull, but were never able to find any whereabouts. It seems that the reign of Maudecaesar is finally over.

Hundreds of years have passed, and suddenly one day Fuguang Island has suffered a huge catastrophe. A king arrives on Fukumitsu Island, his mind ravaged by grief and madness, and he unleashes a terrible spell that turns Fukuko Island into a dark place, transforming the archipelago into the Shadow Isle, a twisted realm of the undead. In this massive explosion of magic, the vault that sealed Maudecaesar's skull was torn open.

Mordkaiser's corpse lich rushed like moths to the newborn Isle of Shadows. They brought the rest of their master's bones and exhumed the skull from the rubble, so that he could finally incarnate again.

Subsequently, Mordekaiser established her empire on the Isle of Shadows, enslaving a growing army of the undead. He despised the newly dead spirits, believing them to be inferior spirits because he was free to choose his own direction, while the other spirits were nothing more than lonely ghosts who had lost their way. Still, he can see their use; They will be the front-line soldiers of Mordecaesar's future campaigns.

Unlike the inferior undead, Maudekaiser was not bound by the Black Mist—he was too powerful—but the malignant energy of the Black Mist allowed him to absorb greater power. Right now, Shadow Isle is the perfect place for him to recharge his batteries.