Light Commander of Azeroth

The beacon fire of the second war is about to be ignited, and the frenzy of the old tribe is gaining momentum. Terrymund came to Lordaeron alone, sought help from all forces, formed an alliance, formed the Knights of the Silver Hand, and became the most dazzling sword-bearer in the human camp! When the horn of war sounded, Tyrimand, in the name of the Commander of the Holy Light, crushed the ambitions of the old tribe and engraved the alliance's reputation into the bones and blood of Azeroth. But Tremonde never stopped, because the drums of fate never stopped. In the scorched earth of Outland, Tyrimond led his army to tear apart the Dark Portal and face the revenge of the Burning Legion in the name of the Holy Light; In the ice fields of Northrend, Tyrimand led the coalition forces to break through the ice and cut off Frostmourne's fate at the top of Icecrown Citadel; Under the fission of the earth, Tyrimand held up the backbone of the alliance amidst Deathwing's fury, and held on to the final bottom line in the bloody battle that tore the camp apart. From the mist of Pandaria to the starship of Argus; from the cycle of life and death in the Shadow Realm to the ancient fire of the Dragon Islands. Tyrimond has witnessed countless legends turn into epic dust under the gears of fate. When the darkest night falls and the void swallows the stars, only this vicissitudes of commander still stands at the forefront of Azeroth, holding Drevaar and Cordenir in his hands.