Varian. Wrynn, 23-year-old King of Stormwind.

When he was 14 years old, his father was assassinated on his throne by the orc assassin Garona, which led to the defeat of the Stormwind Kingdom in the face of the orc attack, and the entire kingdom was forced into exile in the north.

When he was 16 years old, the orcs attacked Lordaeron, and he saw the orcs besiege the royal city of Lordaeron, and the horror was familiar, and he was very afraid that Lordaeron, whom he regarded as his second home, would face the same misery as his homeland, but Lordaeron survived.

When he was 18 years old, the Orcs were completely defeated in the Burning Plains, and the Second Orc War ended, and Varian ended his four-year exile and returned to the site of Stormwind to take over his father's throne.

And now, at the age of 23, his brief reign in the Stormwind Kingdom is coming to an end... Once again, his kingdom was forced into exile in the North, and this time... He had a hunch that it would be difficult for him to return to his homeland in his lifetime, so he decided to live and die with his country and his city.

But before that, he had to send off the two people he cared about the most, his beloved queen Tiffany, and his bloodline, the little prince Anduin. Ureon.

And now, the two people he cared about the most had fallen into the hands of his most terrible enemies, and watching his son being held in the arms of the King of Dead had made Wari feel cold and fell into an ice cave.

"Let go of Anduin!"

Varian subconsciously raised his weapon and was about to rush towards Tyrion, but the Darkblade King's finger rested on the neck of the unconscious queen Tiffany, and this action caused Varian's attack to be disintegrated before it could begin.

He stood in front of the throne at a loss, he didn't know what to do.

"You lack a kind of courage, you haven't found your true destiny, you can't become the Varian I remember. Wrynn, you can't be a ghost wolf that roams the world. ”

Tyrion whispered:

"Now you don't deserve this name!"

The King of the Blades' eyes shone with a hint of disappointment, and he carried the little prince in his arms forward, and behind him, an invisible force pushed the queen's hospital bed to follow.

Tyrion strolled past Varian, who was standing still, he looked at the throne behind the king, turned around, and sat down on it, leaning back on the cold stone seat, his ice-blue eyes a hint of nostalgia.

"Seven years ago, on Loch Lordanmere outside of Lordaeron, I met you... And Arthas, the prince of Lordaeron, and his sister, you were brave back then, and you would choose to fight against an invincible opponent, but now? Have you lost that courage? ”

"Threatening me with the lives of children and women, a despicable person like you, is also worthy of courage?"

Varian's armor clasped his sword tightly, he looked at Tyrion sitting on the throne, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Let go of my son and wife, and I'll show you the courage of Wrynn!"

Seeing Varian, who was completely enraged, his eyes widened and his blood was full of blood, like a roaring beast, Tyrion finally saw the Varian in his memory from the young man in front of him... It's just a hint of familiarity, though.

He stood up, placed the sleeping little prince beside his mother, and then stepped down from the throne, the white ice quickly grew in the palm of his hand, and soon formed a long sword of ice, he aimed the blade at Varian, and hooked his hand towards him:

"Come on! Your rage, let me see. ”

"Roar!"

The young king, who had no more estimates, let out a war cry and roared towards Tyrion in front of him, and in this dim candle-lit king's hall, his battle began.

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Madias. Hidden in the shadows of Stormwind Fortress, Shore spotted the Darkblade King the moment Tyrion leapt from the Grim Reaper's Raven and quietly entered Stormwind City, and he quietly followed him in search of a precious opportunity.

MI7 was very poor in the disaster in Stormwind, and the intelligence organization created by Shore's grandmother was not able to detect the movements of the undead in advance, and the operation in the Old Town ended in a terrible failure.

But this is not to blame for Shore's lack of ability, after the reconstruction of Stormwind City, MI7, which suffered great losses in the orc war, was re-established, and in just 5 years, it is not enough to rejuvenate an intelligence organization, and the agents under his command are still very immature, and the previous rebellion in the Western Wilderness has attracted too much attention from MI7.

Seriously, discovering that Countess Caterina was hiding secrets and making the Black Dragon Princess feel agitated was a testament to Shore's ability, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn't stand up to the entire Dark Blade, a war machine that had taken seven years of Tyrion and countless battles to polish.

No one can stop it, and it's not Shore's fault.

But a sense of guilt haunts Shore, and he must do something to make sure he doesn't get completely crushed by that guilt.

While King Varian and the King of the Blades were entangled, Shore saw an opportunity to quietly approach the throne, and at the edge of the throne were the unguarded little prince and queen, who had to move the bloodline of the House of Ureon to safety before the King of the Blades found out.

Walking in the shadows, Shore was as nimble as a cat, he quickly crossed the battlefield, approached the throne, and wanted to reach out to pick up the little prince, but at this moment, the cold from behind made Shore quickly flash to the side, and the ice dagger that pierced out of the shadows stabbed into the air, and the next moment, the ghost that Shore had seen once appeared in front of him again.

The ghostly assassin who looked like him was leaning against the throne with a dagger like ice, and he held out his fingers and waved at Shore with a wicked smile on his face:

"Your Majesty doesn't want your battle Yaxing to be disturbed... So if you dare to reach out again, I'll cut it off! ”

"It's you again!"

Shore's teeth clenched, and he stared at the ghost in front of him, but the latter looked relaxed, and even chatted with Shore:

"When I escaped from the hell of the apocalypse, I was going to deal with you, the thief who stole my body, as soon as I could, but then I found out that it was actually quite interesting, and when your despicable soul was crushed by fear, I would absorb the nutrients of your soul, and this body that belonged to me would become stronger and stronger... You've already met our grandmother, right? ”

The Ghost Assassin whispered:

"Did she tell you... You are not the grandson she remembers at all! ”

"She said."

Shore replied, "She told me that something had happened to me, and she said that my soul did not belong to this world, but that my name was still Madias. Shore, so... You don't want me to get involved in this fight? Then tell me! Tell me, what the hell happened to me? ”

The Ghost Assassin raised an illusory eyebrow, and after confirming that Shore was not lying, he said with a wicked grin:

"It seems that you have forgotten, it doesn't matter, let me remind you that in the Burning Plains, I risked attacking His Majesty in order to save Tulayan, which was really an immeasurable move... I had my neck cut off, waiting to die in the cold blood flowing, and... Then my soul was devoured by the apocalypse, and it hurt, the sword... It's like a madman! ”

"I've been changed, Shore, I've been changed forever, and while I'm suffering, you've stolen my body, enjoyed the honor I deserved in my name, stolen my life, stolen everything from me... Put your hands on it, take it away! ”

The ghost assassin roared, his figure disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, the sharp dagger had already stabbed at Shore and secretly grabbed the little prince's swaddling wrist, but Shore did not stop the adventure because of the threat, he endured the pain of the blade piercing his body, held the little prince in his arms, and then turned and jumped into the shadows.

"Go and bring him back!"

Tyrion, who was easily resisting Varian's attack, seemed to see this, and he commanded softly:

"My Black Shore, go and bring Anduin back... I don't want to meddle in your game with Shore, but you'd better not spoil my good mood at this point. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The ghost assassin Heshore bowed down, and the next moment, his figure disappeared into thin air like a real ghost.

"You have loyal subordinates, and you're lucky."

Wielding the Ice Sword in one hand, Tyrion moved around the throne hall as if he were strolling through the throne room, resisting Varian's attacks like a mad beast, the young king's swordsmanship was very good, but he had never been on the battlefield, and in terms of combat experience, he was much weaker than Tyrion.

"I don't have such worry-free subordinates... As you can see, I'm commanding a horde of lunatics and paranoids to fight you, and just balancing their weird needs breaks my nerves. ”

Tyrion grumbled quietly, his wrist flipped, accurately blocking Varian's heavy sword, and in the transfer of power, the force of the heavy sword was removed, and then pushed outward, and the young king, who had attacked so violently that he had neglected his defense, immediately fell to the ground unsteadily.

The King of the Dark Blades shook his blade, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his ice-blue eyes:

"You're wasting my time, Varian, if that's all you're capable of... That would be disappointing. ”

"Ahh

Varian let out a howl and jumped to his feet, as if he had lost all his mind, swinging his sword in both hands and slashing at Tyrion in front of him in a haphazard manner, a sight that made Tyrion shake his head, and he felt more and more bored with this low-level fight.

But just then, the king's sword suddenly came out of his hand and flew out with a whistling, and Varian, who had lost his sword, clenched his fist and slammed a punch into the cheek of the King of Darkblades when Tyrion was caught off guard, causing him to take a step back, then a second and then a third.

Varian roared, like a boxer, knocking the invincible Tyrion back and forth, his eyes burning like flames under the lion's helmet.

The fourth punch roared down, but Tyrion's free right hand grabbed his wrist, and the Lord of the Dark Blades' eyes flashed with appreciation, his leg stretched forward, pinned to Varian's feet, and with the force of his right hand, the young king's body was flipped in the air for a week, and then slammed to the ground.

"It's kind of interesting for this blow, but unfortunately, you're running out of time."

"Bang"

Varian's lion helmet was brutally pulled off and tossed aside, the ice sword in Tyrian's left hand shattered, and in the midst of the frost flying, a sharp dagger appeared in the hands of the King of Dark Blades, and he pressed the struggling Varian to the ground with his right hand, and the dagger in his right hand slashed at his face.

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

"Ahhh

The sharp dagger mercilessly cut a hideous scar on Varian's left eye, not hurting the king's eyes, but ruining his handsome appearance, and blood flowed down the king's face and into his eyes, making him scream in despair in pain.

He struggled to fight back, but was mercilessly broken by Tyrion, the pain made the king huddle under the throne, in the blood, he saw a dark and desperate future, as a king, he could not protect his people, as a father, he could not protect his son, as a husband, he could not protect his wife...

On this night, he felt like he had become a disgraced coward.

"Don't hate me, Varian."

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

The wound ran through Varian's left eye, making his angry face look even more hideous.

"I'm just trying to get you back to who you really are, I'm just using pain to bring out your infinite potential... It's like steel thrown into a furnace, and only when it is subjected to endless forging can it truly become a weapon that it looks forward to... You need to forge it, Varian. You and your people are the flawed pieces of iron, and I... I'm the furnace, I'm the hammer! ”

"I will raise your son like my own child, I will take care of your wife, I will wake her up from her long sleep of sorrow, but Varian, I am looking forward to the day when you will spring out of the furnace of pain, and when you become the real Varian, I will wait for your challenge!"

Tyrion re-pushed the queen's hospital bed, and the ghost assassin Haishaur appeared, respectfully waking up and crying little prince to the King of the Blades, who held Anduin in his arms, swayed, humming a lullaby of Quel'Thalas, and strolled through the halls stained with the king's blood, behind him, Heshore pushed the queen's bed.

Tears were already streaming down the unconscious Tiffany's face, and the queen was not unaware of 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 you are crushed by the pain all your will..."

At the moment of leaving the King's Chamber, Tyrion looked back at Varian as he tried to get up. Wrynn, he smiled mockingly:

"That only proves that the bloodline of Wrynn... That's it, don't keep your son and wife waiting too long, Varian, don't let me... Wait too long. ”

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Also, is it really because school has started, so everyone is busy? I've been subscribing a little bit for the past two days... I panicked. There's nothing wrong with the plot, right?