For me, this is a deep desire for a long time.
In fact, I want to write this story a long time.
Blood Elves and Blood Elves a love story.
Stay a little bit, a bit silly, a little white, still a little ink in the love story.
I think Thunder Cliff empty stars, one a flicker in the clouds on high, like the ancient whisper of God.
I am reminded of Stranglethorn evening sun, blood red hot majestic in far under the sea, such as the eschatology of the king of silence.
I believe there is a certain person to person but there really is invisible subtle link.
People will call it - fate.
Is not it, when we walk alone on the mainland in Azeroth, we would also like to accompany the personal side, even in the virtual Warcraft world.
Then suddenly one day, when we met, when we started the endless slapstick laugh, we do not know the link between each other, has also quietly built.
Join us in making animal Pentium lightly and simple language, youthful long days also can not withstand more than eye brow laugh Yan Ran.
We are standing shoulder to shoulder with the bow setting sun, the common people do things like water lost to the flower Meijuan tenderness.
I like all the world real good people.
I like all the world's sincere feelings of mild.
We are all in this world who hurt children.
We continue to believe that all the world a better hope.
Off the snow that winter ends in the invisible world, as we are all looking up at the sky.