"Pure killing and destruction, rather than transforming it with some noble purpose, will be a disaster for this world. And in the face of them, apocalypse alone is not enough. You have seen that magic blade, and you have personally

I have felt its power, but that power was given by demons, and it is impossible for me to use demon weapons to defeat them... I need a new weapon."

"I need a weapon that can make demons frighten and flee... I need it, and you are probably the only one in this world who can make it for me."

"Do you think I would do this?"

Magni Bronzebeard, the dead King Bronzebeard, the best and top forging master in Azeroth, responded coldly:

"You think I will help a tyrant destroy the entire world? You must be dreaming, because what you say is nonsense... sleep talk."

"Whatever you think, Magni, whatever you say."

Tyrion shook his head, turned and left the dark forge. He waved his hand as if saying goodbye:

"I have given you the most important raw material. If you don't want to, you can throw it away. But you and I both know very well that you were once a king and you have a greater worldview than the common people. You can't fool yourself.

..You know very well that what I do is necessary, and you also clearly know that my existence is necessary."

"And my cause is just...you will eventually join it, especially when you see with your own eyes the real threats facing this world. What can you use to fight against me? Magni, you are not

Even if you are a pure bad guy, you cannot be a bad person. The justice you insist on and the path I walk will eventually end up at the same point. In the end, there is no difference between you and me."

"Can you lie to yourself? You don't need to answer me, answer yourself."

"Haha, I look forward to the day when I get the new weapon... By the way, I gave it a name... Ashbringer, brought the flames of death to Azeroth, and gave birth to a perfect new era in the ashes.
Chapter completed!