Fantasy

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.
    Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…
    “Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”
    “…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”
    When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.
    “Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”
    I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.
    (PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)