AFK Arena · Hero

Lysander

Eternal Gambit

✨Celestials🏹RangerElite⚔PhysicalBuff

Celestials, Ranger

Stats Stats at any level →

HP793447

ATK56780

DEF9546

Magic Resist9546

Skills

Grandmaster's OpeningUltimate

At the start of battle, Lysander immediately casts his Ultimate without spending any Energy, and while casting, Lysander is immune to control effects. All heroes—both enemies and allies—are defined as chess pieces with different functions. Heroes in the front line, the center of the back line, and the sides of the back line are defined as Pawns, Kings, and Rooks, respectively. These chess piece effects do not disappear when Lysander dies. Depending on the chess piece effect of Lysander himself, subsequent uses of his Ultimate will have different effects. When Lysander is deployed to the front line, his normal attacks are melee. From the back line, his normal attacks are ranged.

Grandmaster's OpeningUltimate

Subsequent uses of Lysander's Ultimate only cost 800 Energy.

Grandmaster's OpeningUltimate

Subsequent uses of Lysander's Ultimate only cost 600 Energy.

Pawn MarchSkill 2

Front line heroes are Pawns: The Attack and Defense of Pawns are reduced by 40%. If a Pawn comes within a certain distance of the enemy back line, it will transform into a Knight, and their Attack and Defense will be increased by 80% instead. When Lysander is a Pawn, his Ultimate stabs at an enemy in front of him, dealing damage equal to 550% of his Attack Rating and knocking them into the air. When Lysander is a Knight, his Ultimate teleports him in front of an enemy hero, prioritizing Kings as the target. He then stabs multiple times, launching 4 strikes that deal damage equal to 280% of his Attack Rating, while the final strike deals damage equal to 620% of his Attack Rating.

Pawn MarchSkill 2

When Lysander is a Pawn or Knight, each strike of damage from his Ultimate permanently reduces the target's Defense Rating by 8%. This effect can be stacked up to 6 times.

Pawn MarchSkill 2

When Lysander is a Pawn or Knight, each strike of damage from his Ultimate permanently reduces the target's Defense Rating by 10%. This effect can be stacked up to 6 times.

Pawn MarchSkill 2

When Lysander is a Pawn or Knight, he recovers 500 Energy when his Ultimate kills an enemy hero.

Royal ProtectionSkill 3

Heroes in the center of the back line are Kings: Kings inflict 65% less damage and health loss. When a King dies, they inflict AoE health loss equal to 60% of the King's max health to allies in a large area. When Lysander is a King, his Ultimate grants the 2 allied heroes closest to the enemy's back line position the "Inspired" effect for 9 seconds, increasing their Energy Recovery Rate and Tenacity by 20 and 50 points, respectively. It also applies a debuff of the same value on the 2 enemy heroes closest to the allied back line position.

Royal ProtectionSkill 3

The Inspired effect also increases Dodge by an amount equal to 20% of Lysander's initial Dodge.

Royal ProtectionSkill 3

The Inspired effect also increases Physical Pierce and Magic Pierce by an amount equal to 75% of Lysander's initial Physical Pierce.

Royal ProtectionSkill 3

When an enemy hero suffers health loss from the death of a King, their Energy is cleared and they suffer an extra strike of damage equal to 20% of their lost health, not to exceed 600% of Lysander's Attack Rating.

Iron SiegeSkill 4

Heroes on the sides of the back line are Rooks: Rooks deal more damage the farther away the enemy is, for a max damage boost of 75%. Upon dealing damage to enemies beyond a certain distance away, the enemy is also knocked back. This knockback effect can be triggered up to 1 time every 2 seconds. However, enemies also deal more damage to Rooks the closer they are, for a max damage boost of 50%. When Lysander is a Rook, his Ultimate deals 5 strikes of damage equal to 450% of his Attack Rating to the enemy farthest from himself.

Iron SiegeSkill 4

When Lysander is a Rook, each strike of damage from his Ultimate also inflicts health loss equal to 5% of the target's max health, not to exceed 500% of Lysander's Attack Rating.

Iron SiegeSkill 4

When Lysander is a Rook, each strike of damage from his Ultimate also inflicts health loss equal to 6% of the target's max health, not to exceed 600% of Lysander's Attack Rating.

Iron SiegeSkill 4

Every time allied Rooks use their Ultimate, they permanently gain 20 points of Haste and 20 points of Attack Speed. This effect can be stacked up to 5 times.

Profile

In the Noble Tavern, flickering candlelight cast restless shadows over a lavish chessboard. The neatly arranged pieces seemed to dance in the glow. Behind the board, Lysander lounged in a recliner, his embroidered silk robe hanging loosely over his shoulders. Beneath it, his sheer shirt carried the faint scent of the latest cologne. His face was shrouded in darkness, but no shadow could obscure the sharp glint of his cunning, captivating eyes. Across from him sat three men. Morr, the trembling moneylender, a smooth talker who never let a "client" leave with a single coin to their name. Carlo, the jittery gambler and master of sleight-of-hand who could strip an opponent with a few subtle tricks. And Sandro, glaring at Lysander with murder in his eyes—each tattoo on his arm a tally of lives taken. For a while now, the three had been running scams together. But now, some unseen force had bound them to their seats. In front of each of them lay a single chess piece. "Gentlemen, I appreciate you joining me this evening." Lysander's striking face emerged from the shadows. Carlo's breath caught. "You... it's you!" Lysander chuckled and idly flicked the pawn on the board. A strange hum resonated through the air. "It seems you weren't satisfied with our last game. I even received your... heartfelt invitation afterward." Morr hastily spoke up, "M-misunderstanding! A simple misunderstanding! Your skill at the table is unmatched... we all admit it! And as for the debts, well, we can discuss that, can't we?" "Ehehe, your hot-tempered friend here doesn't seem to share your sentiment. I barely stepped out of the tavern before he came after me." Lysander tilted his chin toward Sandro. "But don't be discouraged, my friends. Tonight, I'm the one inviting you to a game. If you win, we wipe the slate clean..." He paused for a moment, "No—let's sweeten the deal." Carlo swallowed hard. "Sweeten it... how?" Lysander rapped his ornate cane against the floor. In an instant, the raucous tavern transformed. The walls melted away, replaced by an enormous chessboard. Black-and-white squares stretched into the void. The three men found themselves standing on different tiles, pieces in a living game. Lysander remained at ease, his voice carrying through the vast space. "The prize is this—The Golden Stratagem." The board had split into two sides. Lysander commanded the white pieces. The three scoundrels were black. "A simple game," Lysander explained with an air of indifference. "We are all pieces on the board. Pawns advance. Rooks strike from a distance. The king stays safe in the rear. First to checkmate wins." "Bullshit! I'll rip off that pretty little head!" Sandro snarled, his face flushing red. He tried to lunge forward, but the grid held him in place. Rage simmered in his eyes. He had stewed over Lysander's escape for days. Lysander, unfazed, continued, "Cheaters and rule-breakers have no place here." His gaze swept over them, and he smiled. "That might be... difficult for you." The game began. Morr felt the weight of the situation. This wasn't a simple gamble. Last time, they had schemed and plotted, yet Lysander still walked away with a fortune. Was he a trickster? A magician? Feigning conversation, Morr's hand slipped into his coat pocket, fingers brushing against the cool steel of a pistol he had just acquired from the black market. The moment his fingertips grazed the weapon, it morphed into a fiery lizard. Flames licked his skin as the creature scurried across his body, and he lurched back, howling in pain. Lysander watched, eyes gleaming with contempt. "Players who refuse to follow the rules," he murmured, "don't deserve to stay in the game." Carlo's eyes gleamed with a feverish light as he gazed at Lysander's cane. If his instincts were right, this was the legendary staff of the Thousand Hands—the very artifact of the God of Games. The legends spoke of this god as a rebel among the divine, uninterested in worship, preferring instead to wander the mortal realm... No matter, for a cheat like Carlo, the chance to outplay a god was too irresistible to pass up. His excitement dissolved into reckless impulse as he commanded his pawn to charge forward, ignoring Morr's groans and Sandro's curses, only to be easily blocked by Lysander's rook on the very next move. Meanwhile, Sandro gritted his teeth in silence, calculating how to use Morr and Carlo to buy himself time. He advanced his pawn cautiously, hoping to divert attention. But the feeble strategy fooled no one. Morr grumbled in frustration, "What the hell are you doing? Using my pieces as bait to save yourself?" Carlo let out a cold laugh. "What a pathetic coward." Their fragile alliance crumbled in an instant, as greed, fear, and anger tore them apart. Accusations flew, disrupting their formation and throwing the board into chaos. They could have worked together, but their own selfishness blinded them to opportunity. Lysander watched them with a cold gaze. The outcome unfolded just as he had predicted. His movements were swift and graceful, every step precisely calculated, tightening his grip on the board with absolute control. One by one, his opponents fell, leaving only Sandro, his king teetering on the edge of defeat. "Why?" Sandro spat, despair and fury twisting his face. You could've just killed us outright—why all this?" "You lure people into your games, only to trample the rules in secret," Lysander said, stepping closer with unshakable composure. "And yet, even knowing this, I still gave you a fair chance to redeem yourselves. Clearly, you failed to take it." "Checkmate." The game ended in utter defeat for the black pieces. With a flick of Lysander's cane, the Golden Stratagem flared with a powerful light. The three scoundrels collapsed under its force, unable to move. "As per the rules, losers must pay the price." When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves forever changed. Morr was now a stammering fool, struggling to form complete sentences. Carlo's hands had grotesquely swollen, his once-nimble fingers now too bloated to ever roll a die again. And Sandro—he had shrunk to a pitiful size, small enough to be hunted down by the puniest of dogs. "The rules of the game are absolute. That is my justice." By the time the candlelight flickered once more, Lysander had vanished without a trace. But the wretches who dared defy the rules of the game would never forget his name. The tavern remained as lively as ever, as if nothing had ever happened. As for Lysander, he was probably already out there, somewhere in the world, hunting for his next game... or teaching another rule-breaker a lesson they'd never forget.