AFK Arena · Hero

Odysseus

Shadowed Arbiter

🐉Draconis🛡TankAwakened⚔PhysicalTankAwakened

Draconis, Tank

Stats Stats at any level →

HP847977

ATK58887

DEF10439

Magic Resist10439

Skills

Draconic EclipseUltimate

Passive: At the start of battle, Odysseus transforms into a dragon to continue the battle. While in dragon form, Odysseus is immune to being knocked back or knocked into the air. Active: Odysseus deals damage equal to 800% of his Attack Rating to all enemies and invokes "Sunshade" weather. While Sunshade is active, allied frontline heroes gain 30 Damage Resist, and allied backline heroes have their normal attack damage boosted by 90%. Each time Odysseus uses his Ultimate, the Damage Resist and normal attack damage buffs are increased by 5 and 10%, respectively (capped at 6 increases).

Draconic EclipseUltimate

The skill's damage is increased to 900% of Attack Rating. While Sunshade weather is active, Odysseus gains Damage Resist and a normal attack damage boost.

Draconic EclipseUltimate

While Sunshade weather is active, Odysseus' normal attack range is increased by 40%.

Trio PunishmentSkill 2

Odysseus rotates between 3 different normal attacks, each launching an AoE attack and inflicting various effects. Wing Slash: Odysseus deals damage equal to 200% of his Attack Rating to nearby enemy units and reduces their Tenacity by 20 points for 6s. Tail Sweep: Odysseus deals damage equal to 200% of his Attack Rating to nearby enemy units and knocks them down. Piercing Dive: Odysseus deals damage equal to 350% of his Attack Rating to enemy units in a wide range around himself and stuns them for 2s. Odysseus' Attack Speed is fixed at 0, and his attack frequency cannot change. Any extra Attack Speed gained during battle is converted into Dragonspeak Amplification at a ratio of 2 points of Dragonspeak Amplification for every 3 points of Attack Speed.

Trio PunishmentSkill 2

The damage dealt by Wing Slash is increased to 220% of Attack Rating. The damage dealt by Tail Sweep is increased to 220% of Attack Rating. The damage dealt by Piercing Dive is increased to 380% of Attack Rating.

Trio PunishmentSkill 2

For every 1 points of Physical Pierce Odysseus has, his normal attack damage reduces the enemy's Dragonspeak Resist by 4 points for 6s (capped at a max reduction of 60 points ).

Trio PunishmentSkill 2

The conversion ratio is increased to 5 points of Dragonspeak Amplification for every 2 points of Attack Speed.

Dusk ImpactSkill 3

At the start of battle, Odysseus combines his Verdict Hammer and Vowshield to form "Nethermaul", which remains on the battlefield and deals damage equal to 120% of his Attack Rating to nearby enemy units every 1s. These are considered normal attacks. Each time Odysseus attacks actively, Nethermaul will slam into the area with the highest concentration of enemy units, dealing Dragonspeak Damage equal to 400% of Attack Rating to enemy units in a wide range around itself.

Dusk ImpactSkill 3

Each time Nethermaul slams, it gains Kinetic Energy. If Odysseus is within range at the time, the Kinetic Energy will be transferred to him. Every 1 stacks of Kinetic Energy will grant Odysseus and Nethermaul a normal attack damage boost of 25%.

Dusk ImpactSkill 3

The damage dealt by Nethermaul every 1s is increased to 150% of Attack Rating. The damage dealt by slams is increased to 500% of Attack Rating.

Dusk ImpactSkill 3

Every 1 stack of Kinetic Energy will grant allied heroes within range of Nethermaul 6 points of Attack Speed (capped at 15 stacks). Every 1 stack of Kinetic Energy will cause Odysseus' and Nethermaul's normal attacks to deal an extra 50% Dragonspeak Damage.

Oath of SinSkill 4

Odysseus taunts the enemy hero that has dealt the highest total damage and applies Scale Oath to himself, reducing the damage he takes by 30% for 5s.

Oath of SinSkill 4

The duration of Scale Oath is increased to 8s.

Oath of SinSkill 4

For each allied hero that survives on the battlefield, Scale Oath's effects are increased by 3%. Each surviving allied Draconis hero increases Scale Oath's effects by an extra 2%.

Oath of SinSkill 4

Odysseus takes 30% less damage from enemy units he's not taunting. The portion of damage reduced is stored, and when the shield expires, 100% of the stored damage is dealt to nearby targets.

Profile

The summers on Dragon Isle are always long and blinding. On the training grounds of the Luminscale tribe, sunlight reflects off golden dragon scales, creating a mesmerizing halo. It is a symbol of glory and the embodiment of justice. Except for Odysseus. He stood in the shadow of a massive stone pillar, wiping down his practice sword. As the illegitimate son of the former clan leader and a convicted criminal, his scales had a dull copper hue, making him stand out awkwardly among the brilliantly radiant golden-scaled youths. "Your stance is wrong, Odysseus." The speaker was the eldest son of the family, Aequilus. He stood in the center of the field, the blade in his hand as steady as the beam of a balance scale. "You strike too quickly," Aequilus said with an authority beyond his years. "Judgment demands restraint and control. Before a verdict is passed, we cannot deny the accused the right of defense." Odysseus stepped out of the shadows, squinting at his elder brother. "What if it's a vicious beast ravaging the borderlands?" Odysseus countered. "Should I also read it its rights before deciding whether to pierce its heart?" "The law distinguishes us from beasts," Aequilus's answer was textbook perfect. "But beasts don't care about laws," Odysseus sheathed his sword. "While you're still flipping through legal texts looking for statutes, it has already torn out an innocent's throat... Aequilus, sometimes results matter more than procedure." Aequilus frowned, unable to hide his disappointment. "Without procedure, justice becomes tyranny. Odysseus, the rage burning in your heart will eventually consume the very path beneath your feet." Their repeated ideological differences had never led them to anticipate that these disagreements would eventually widen into an unbridgeable chasm, pushing them onto separate, unfamiliar paths. Years are enough to transform a youth's passionate vigor into the cold reality of adulthood. Aequilus at last donned the robes that symbolized the inquisitor, and every strike of his gavel echoed with the authority of the Luminscale tribe. Odysseus, constrained by his birth, could only assist his brother by handling investigations that were better left unmentioned in public. They maintained a delicate balance until a case known as "Black Tide" surfaced. Following leads through the black market, Odysseus uncovered a horrifying fact: a batch of forbidden poison capable of eroding dragon scales was steadily flowing into the Dragon Isle under the protection of a Luminscale elder from a collateral branch. The conclusive evidence was a bloodstained black ledger that Odysseus had seized after severely torturing a contact. "Seal the port immediately and arrest the elder!" Odysseus slammed the ledger onto Aequilus's desk, seething with rage. Aequilus flipped through the ledger, his brow furrowed. "This ledger was obtained illegally and cannot be admitted as evidence in court. If we make an arrest now, the council will dismiss the case on procedural grounds, and might even accuse us of framing our own kin." "Then what will you do?" Odysseus asked, suppressing his anger. "I will request an inspection warrant and gather the evidence anew. We need a complete and lawful chain of proof," Aequilus analyzed calmly. "This will take time... about a month." "A month?" Odysseus let out a cold laugh. "Do you know how much poison will flow into Dragon Isle in that month? How many hatchlings will suffer scale rot from accidental ingestion? To preserve your flawless procedural justice, must the innocent bleed?" "Odysseus!" Aequilus rose to his feet in anger. "We are inquisitors, not vigilantes! Once we cross that line, even in the name of justice, we become no different from criminals!" "Since you're so concerned about keeping your hands clean, let me be the dirty blade." Odysseus stormed out in fury. On a stormy night at the harbor, while Aequilus's inspection warrant was still making its way through layers of bureaucratic approval, the transaction had already begun. The Elder stood at the dock, directing his subordinates to move crates of poison, emitting an eerie green glow. Odysseus was alone, clad in black armor bearing no family crest, as he leapt from the top of the dock. He gave no warning and read no charges. He simply began his slaughter. His blade hummed with high-frequency kinetic energy, and with every swing, a criminal fell. Blood mixed with the rain, staining the dock a glaring crimson. By the time Aequilus hurriedly arrived with his guards, everything was over. The elder sat slumped on the ground, pointing in terror at the figure standing in the rain, while Odysseus's blade tip was just an inch from the elder's throat. "Stop!" Aequilus shouted in the rain. Odysseus turned his head. Rain ran down his helmet, his eyes as lifeless as a stagnant pool. "I've destroyed the poison, and the trafficking network list is in his pocket," Odysseus's voice cut through the rain. "This is the outcome, Aequilus." "You... do you realize what you've done?" Aequilus stared at the bodies strewn across the ground, his fingers trembling. "I saved Dragon Isle." Odysseus slowly raised both hands in surrender. "Now, you can uphold your laws." The doors of the Tribunal were tightly shut as a closed internal trial was about to begin. Odysseus had removed his armor, revealing a body covered in scars, as he knelt in the court. "Odysseus." Aequilus's voice echoed through the empty hall, edged with a faint rasp. "You stand accused of vigilantism, the slaughter of your own kin, and violation of the clan's Iron Law. ... How do you plead?" "I admit I killed them," Odysseus lifted his head and met his brother's gaze on the dais. "But I am not guilty." An uproar rippled through the council of elders. "If I hadn't acted, those poisons would have spread throughout the island tonight. Your so-called laws wouldn't have saved anyone at that moment," Odysseus said coldly. "Enough." Aequilus interrupted him, bringing down the gavel with a heavy thud that echoed through the hall. The hall fell into dead silence. Aequilus stood up, looking at his brother kneeling before him. He knew the elders wanted this "uncontrollable madman" executed, not merely for the killings, but because he had exposed the festering wounds within the clan. Aequilus had to make a choice. Should he execute him for the sake of "greater good," or bend the law to spare him? "In the name of the inquisitor, I pronounce—" No, there was another option. One more painful than death, yet one that would let him live. "Odysseus is stripped of the name Luminscale." Aequilus's voice turned ice-cold. "From this moment, you are expunged from the family lineage... You will bear none of its honor, nor claim its protection." Odysseus's pupils contracted slightly. He looked at Aequilus, and in those emotionless eyes, he understood the cruelty disguised as "protection." With his own hands, his brother killed Odysseus of the Luminscale tribe. His name would be erased, as though he had never existed. Only then could the council no longer hold a "dead man" accountable. "Furthermore," each word of Aequilus's sentence fell like a blade, "you are exiled to the subterranean reaches of Dragon Isle, never again to set foot in the light." Odysseus stood silent for a long while. At last, he slowly bent at the waist and offered the dais his final, perfectly formal tribal salute. "I... accept responsibility." In the most chaotic and lawless depths of Dragon Isle, Odysseus had long grown accustomed to solitude. Until that night, when a messenger found him. "Evil always festers where sunlight cannot reach." The messenger handed him a brand-new set of armor, entirely dark gold. "The Luminscale tribe needs inquisitors of light, but Dragon Isle... needs a cleaner." Odysseus caressed the cold armor, perhaps an arrangement tacitly approved by Aequilus. Light and shadow have always coexisted. Those who uphold order in the light maintain appearances, while someone must stand in the muck, dealing with the filth the law cannot define. He donned the armor, and from that moment on, there was no longer an "Odysseus." In his place was only a phantom roaming the dark side of Dragon Isle, a legend that struck fear into criminals' hearts. He no longer sought understanding or recognition. With the most ruthless methods, he would protect the very world that had cast him out. Young inquisitor Haelia stood in a dim alley, dispatched by her father Aequilus to investigate the theft of Dragon Isle's defense blueprints. The scene had already been cleaned up. The thief lay dead on the ground with a clean, precise fatal wound. The missing blueprints were neatly placed on a wooden box nearby, with a dark gold dragon scale pressed on top of them. Haelia picked up the dragon scale, and a familiar yet strange surge of power washed over her. She hurried home and handed it to her father, who had long since retired from the public eye. Aequilus sat before the fireplace, the flames casting flickering light across his streaked temples. He took the scale in hand, fingers tracing its rough surface for a long moment, and in his eyes appeared a grief Haelia had never seen before. "Father..." Haelia asked, "This approach doesn't conform to our laws, but he seems to be... helping us." Aequilus remained silent for a long time, clutching the scale tightly in his palm. "Haelia, you must remember this." Aequilus gazed into the deep night beyond the window and spoke softly. "The law is a wall we've built, with light within. But beyond the wall, in that darkness where even we dare not tread... he continues to fight." "Who is he?" "You need not know his identity. He bears the sins we refuse to acknowledge, yet watches over the dawn for us all."