My name is Charlemagne Theron. Yes, that’s right, the very Theron you’re thinking of. Lor'themar is my younger brother. Don’t call me Big Strong, or I guarantee you’ll be beaten within an inch of your life. As a reliable transmigrator, I can responsibly tell you that I…
“Charlemagne, what are you muttering about? Today is the day our little brother takes over as Ranger-General. Unless you want Sylvanas and Vereesa to shoot arrows up your nostrils, hurry up.”
“…All right, my dear Alleria. I’m coming.”
As the two walked away hand in hand, an inconspicuous figure appeared where they had been.
“Big Brother, enjoy your love-triangle drama.”
I am Charlemagne Theron. I led my people in the Troll Wars, fought the Old Gods and a pair of idiots, and resisted the Burning Legion. I’ve served Azeroth, and I’m proud of it.
