What would happen if an immature blood elf meets an experienced night elf alone? Pretending not to see it and then running away? Or the one who kneels down to beg for mercy and cries like a pear flower with rain, neither of them! Instead, he raised his hands and took the initiative!
The warm little story between the Alliance and the Horde, no ups and downs, soul-stirring, life and death... Only the Arasi Basin, the endless lawn that day...