Azeroth's Ranger King

My name is Charlemagne Theron. Yes, that's right-the very same Theron you're thinking of. Lor'themar, a.k.a. Little Qiang, is my younger brother. Whatever you do, don't call me Big Qiang, or I guarantee you'll get beaten three-quarters to death. As a dependable transmigrator, I can responsibly tell you that I... "Charlemagne, what are you muttering about? Today's the day your little brother takes over as Ranger-General. If you don't want Sylvanas and Vereesa shooting arrows up your nostrils, get moving!" "...Of course, my dear Alleria. Coming right away." As the two walked away hand in hand, a barely perceptible figure appeared where they had been standing. "Big Brother, have fun in your romantic war zone." I'm Charlemagne Theron. I've led my people into the wars against the Orcs, fought the Old Gods and that idiot Arthas, and stood against the Burning Legion. I've rendered great service to Azeroth, and I endorse myself-with salt. (P.S. Don't call me Big Qiang unless you want an arrow sprouting from a certain sensitive spot on your backside.) Readers' QQ Group: 257692874