Dragon of Scourge

Chapter 32 Jump for me!

Let the faces of a group of elves turn into liver color.

What are you kidding?This evil dragon just killed how many of their compatriots!Now they can't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood, how can they be in the mood to dance!
"Master...you misunderstood, we are actually not good at dancing...we are just ordinary nature elves, not noble sun elves."

The elf Ai Qiusha explained after a moment of silence.

"Ah! That's it! Nagwu, help me carry some corpses of elves over here..."

Rand immediately turned to look at the orc.

"Obey! Great Master."

The half-orc Gru Skullbreaker grinned, and the other half-orcs followed suit. They naturally knew what Rand wanted to do.

in their understanding.

They are different from the elves. Although many of their compatriots have been slaughtered by Rand, their compatriot feelings are far less intense than those of the elves.

And they are a strong race, and they don't have any strong concept of good and evil.

Surrendering to the strong is nothing to them, even if the strong has just swung the butcher knife at them.

But their enemies, a group of elves also surrendered with them, which made them a little unhappy.

But at this moment, they realized that they were different from each other!

They are half-orcs, they are the master's dependents!

And the elves are the master's food!Can the status of the two be the same?
Gewu Skullbreaker even smiled mockingly at the elves, greeted his subordinates, and began to carry the corpses of the dead elves on the battlefield.

"You! You still want to desecrate the bodies of our compatriots?"

Ai Qiusha, the leader of the elf, stared wide-eyed, her expression extremely aggrieved, and her voice was suppressed, filled with uncontrollable anger.

Rand didn't respond to this, but just stretched out his claws towards their corpses.

Ai Qiusha stared, with a look of pain on her face, she covered her heart and said hastily:
"Wait! Master, please don't desecrate the bodies of our compatriots! We are willing to jump!"

"Huh? Didn't you say you can't dance?" Rand glared at the elves with some dissatisfaction.

"We really don't know how to jump, but if the master wants to see it, we can still barely jump, although it may not satisfy you."

"You stupid things! Next time you dare to disobey me! I'll eat you all!"

Rand cursed, and looked at the elves again.

Stretched out a paw, kept clicking left and right among the remaining elves, and selected a few female elves whose body and appearance were more in line with his aesthetics.

"It's up to you! Give me a good dance."

"..."

These elves were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood, but there was nothing they could do.

Several selected female elves began to dance in groups of two.

But before the dance was done for a minute, Rand looked a little upset.

To ask the reason, it was naturally that the dances performed by these elves were very different from what he had imagined.

It is not the Korean wave dance that is popular among men in later generations, but a dance like European and American court dances, which makes the dragon drowsy!

"Stop it all! You bastards!"

Rand growled.

So many elves do not know why.

They didn't get angry at the evil dragon, and they were forced to dance. Why did the evil dragon get angry with them?
"You bastards, what are you dancing? The old lady's foot-bound dance? Damn it! Move me! Twist your waist! Twist your hips! Twist! Do you know what dancing is?"

Rand stood up again excitedly, his front paws slapping the ground continuously, making rumbling noises.

The elves were terribly frightened.

"Master... you may not know that the dance we are dancing now is the sacrificial dance of the Yuexi Empire, and it has also been evaluated as the most elegant dance by many kingdoms. You..."

The elf leader seemed to want to explain something.

But Rand interrupted it roughly:

"A bunch of idiots with no taste! There is no need for this kind of dance like an old lady to stay in the world! Do as I say!

And your grass skirts are too low!Should be higher!Cut off the excess!Just level with the base of your thighs!

And your tops made of flowers and grass!What are you wearing so much for?Take it all off!Just leave two to cover the murderer!

Then twist me up!Hip twist!Waist twist, hip twist!Do as I bid!

Hurry up!What are you still doing? "

Rand's saliva splashed out, and several elves were so scared that they looked at me and I looked at you in a daze.

Until the leader began to modify his dress according to Rand's request, he began to twist.

It looks really white and fragrant...

He showed a hint of satisfaction, and then glanced at the other elves who hadn't moved, with threatening eyes.

Soon all the elves started to move.

Although it looks weird and awkward just where it is twisted and twisted, it is much more comfortable than watching those strange court dances.

However, the bodies of some elves are as stiff as machines, which is really disgusting to look at.

"Jump well! Twist well! If you can't even do this, what do I want you bastards to do?"

Rand yelled again, making the elves dance a little better.

He silently admired it, but felt very uncomfortable without music, so he yelled again:

"Stop it all! You elves should still be proficient in music, right? Add the music to me too!"

"Master...we don't have any musical instruments, we put them in the forest."

"Then get it for me quickly! I'll give you half a wheel hour! Hurry up!" Rand roared.

The elves separated a group of people and immediately went back to get the instrument back.

Then began to play in front of Rand.

"No! It's not like this! Give me a blast! Hey you know! Lighten up! It's like a fire is burning! And the feeling of a breeze! Yes! Yes! That's it!

very good!And the dancing ones!Hurry up and dance for me!The hip twist is bigger!Close!Very fierce!Knead and knead!Oh yes!Yep!That's it!Shake up!do you know? "

Rand looked at the gradually changing dance troupe, regained his energy, and enjoyed it happily.

The half-orcs on the side looked at all this, and felt a little strange in their hearts.

Among them, the older half-orc shaman couldn't help coming to Ugg and whispered:
"Boss, if this continues, our status may not be guaranteed! The master seems to be very satisfied with these elves."

"Satisfied? Hmph! It's just a bunch of food." Wu Ge disapproved.

"Chief, don't think so! Do you know human nobles?"

"Huh? What are you talking about those soft-legged shrimps?"

"Chief, you may not understand when you are young, but when I was young, I worked for a human nobleman for a long time.

To them, these elves are like dancing girls at this moment.

And many dancers usually have relationships with those nobles. "The half-orc shaman explained softly, his old face was full of dignity.

(End of this chapter)