Varian's lion war helmet was arbitrarily pulled off and thrown aside. The ice sword in Tyrion's left hand shattered. Amidst the flying frost, a sharp dagger appeared in front of the Dark Blade King.

In his hand, he pressed the struggling Varian to the ground with his right hand, and slashed his face with the dagger in his right hand.

"Scars are a man's medal, let me put the first one on you now."

"Ahhh!"

The sharp dagger ruthlessly carved a hideous scar on Varian's left eye. It did not hurt the king's eyes, but it destroyed his handsome appearance, and blood flowed on the king's face, flowing into

appeared in his eyes, causing him to scream desperately in pain.

He struggled and punched back, but Tyrion broke his hand bones mercilessly. The pain made the king huddle under the throne. In the blood, he saw a dark and desperate future. As a king, he

He cannot protect his people, as a father he cannot protect his son, as a husband he cannot protect his wife...

On this night, he felt that he had become a shameful coward.

"Don't hate me, Varian."

Tyrion stood up and looked at the young king as if his spine had been broken. He threw away the blood-stained ice dagger in his hand and looked at his "masterpiece".

The wound penetrated Varian's left eye, making his angry face look even more ferocious.

"I'm just letting you find the real you, I'm just using pain to inspire your infinite potential... Just like steel thrown into the fire, only withstanding endless forging can it truly become a weapon.

The weapons that look upon you...you need to forge them, Varian Wrynn, you and your people are the iron blocks full of flaws, and I...I am the furnace, I am the forging hammer!"

"I will raise your son as my own. I will take good care of your wife. I will raise her from her long sleep of sorrow, but Varian, I await your emergence from the furnace of agony.

The day you come out, when you become the real Varian, I will be waiting for your challenge!"

Tyrion pushed up the queen's bed again, and the ghost assassin Blackshore also appeared at this time. He respectfully handed the awakened and crying little prince to the Dark Blade King, who handed little Anduin

Holding her in his arms, swaying, and humming a lullaby from Quel'Thalas, he strolled through the hall stained with the blood of the king. Behind him, Blackshore pushed the queen's hospital bed.

The unconscious Tiffany's face was already covered with tears. The queen was not unaware of everything in the outside world. She saw her husband's struggle and she was praying for him.

"But if you are broken in the endless forging, if all your will is defeated by the pain..."

The moment he left the King's Hall, Tyrion looked back at Varian Wrynn who was trying to get up. He smiled mockingly:

"That only proves that Wrynn's bloodline...is nothing more than that. Don't let your son and wife wait too long. Varian, don't let me...wait too long."

PS:
Chapter completed!