The Dragon of the Apocalypse

The faces of a group of elves turned the color of pig liver.

Are you kidding me? This evil dragon had just killed so 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 not actually good at dancing... We are just ordinary nature elves, not noble sun elves.

Elf Ai Qiusha was silent for a moment and then explained.

Ah! That's it! Then Gewu, go and help me carry some elves' corpses...

Rand immediately turned to look at the orcs.

As you command! Great Master.

The half-orc Gwu Skullshatter grinned, and the other half-orcs also laughed. They naturally knew what Rand wanted to do.

in their understanding.

They are different from the elves. Although many of their compatriots were massacred by Rand, their feelings of compatriots are not as strong as those of the elves.

Moreover, they are a strong race and do not have any strong concepts of good and evil.

It doesn't matter to them to surrender to a strong man, even if this strong man has just waved a butcher's knife against them.

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

But at this moment, they realized the difference between themselves and each other!

They half-orcs are the dependents of their master!

The elves are the master’s food! Can the status of the two be the same?

Gru Skullshatter even showed a mocking smile to the elves because of this, greeted his men, and began to carry the corpses of the dead elves on the battlefield.

You! You actually want to desecrate the bodies of our compatriots?

Elf leader Ai Qiusha stared with wide eyes, her expression was extremely aggrieved, and the voice she made under the pressure of her voice was filled with uncontrollable anger.

Rand did not reply to this, but stretched out his claws towards their corpses.

Ai Qiusha stared with a look of pain on her face, covered her heart and said quickly:

Wait! Master, please don't desecrate the bodies of our compatriots! We are willing to jump!

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

It's true that we can't jump, but if the master insists on watching, we can still barely jump, although it may not satisfy you.

You stupid people! If you dare to disobey me next time, I will eat you all!

Rand cursed and looked at the elves again.

He stretched out a claw and kept clicking among the remaining elves, left and right, to select a few female elves whose figures and looks were more in line with his aesthetics.

It's just you! Dance hard for me.

...

These elves were so angry at Rand's gesture that they almost wanted to vomit blood, but there was nothing they could do.

Several of the female elves who were singled out began to dance in groups of two.

But not even a minute into the dance, Rand looked a little unhappy.

If he wanted to ask why, it was naturally that the dances performed by these elves were very different from what he remembered.

It is not at all the popular Korean dances that men love to watch in later generations, but a dance like European and American court dances, which makes dragons sleepy!

Stop all of you! You losers!

Rand roared.

Many elves are confused.

They didn't get angry at the evil dragon and were forced to dance. Why should the evil dragon get angry at them?

You losers, what are you dancing? The old lady's foot-binding dance? Damn it! Move! Twist your waist! Twist your hips! Knead hard! Do you know what dancing is?

Rand stood up again excitedly, his front paws tapping the ground continuously, making a rumbling sound.

Several elves were frightened.

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

The elf leader seemed to want to explain something.

But Rand interrupted him rudely:

A bunch of idiots with no appreciation! There is no need for this kind of old lady dance to remain in the world! Just dance as I say!

And the hem of your grass skirt is too low! It should be higher! Cut off the excess! Just be flush with the top of your thighs!

And your tops made of flowers and grass! Why are you wearing so much? Take them all off for me! Just leave two to cover the evil!

Then twist it for me! Hip twist! Twist your waist, twist your hips! Do as I tell you!

Hurry! What are you still doing?

Stars of Rand's spittle flew out, and several elves were frightened to the point of hind legs. You looked at me and I looked at you in confusion.

Until the leader began to modify his clothes as Rand requested and began to twist.

It looks really white and fragrant...

He showed a trace of satisfaction, and then glanced at the other elves who had not moved, his eyes threatening.

Soon all the elves started to move.

Although it looks a little weird and awkward just twisting and twisting, it is much more comfortable than watching those weird court dances.

However, the bodies of some elves were stiff and mechanical, which was really off-putting to look at.

Dance well! Twist well! If you can't even do this, what do I want you losers to do?

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

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

Stop it! You elves should be proficient in music, right? Add music to my list too!

Master... we don't have any musical instruments. We put them all in the forest.

Then hurry up and get it! I'll give you half a wheel! Hurry! Rand roared.

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

Then started playing in front of Rand.

No! It's not like this! Give me a blast! Get high, you know! Brisker! It's like a flame burning! At the same time, it feels like the breeze is blowing by! Yes! Yes, yes! That's it!

very good! Dancing! Dance for me quickly! Twist your hips more! Close the span! Very fierce! Knead and knead! Oh yes! Yep! That's it! Shake up! do you know?

Rand looked at the dance troupe, which was gradually getting better and better, and suddenly became energetic, admiring it happily.

The half-orcs on the side looked at all this and felt a little uncomfortable.

Among them, the older half-orc shaman couldn't help but come to Ugg and whispered:

Chief, if this continues, our status may not be guaranteed! The master seems to be very satisfied with these elves.

Satisfied? Huh! It's just a bunch of food. Wu Ge was somewhat disapproving.

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

Huh? Why are you mentioning those soft-footed shrimps of humans?

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

In their place, these elves are like dancing girls at this moment.

And many dancers usually have relationships with nobles. The Orc Shaman explained softly, his old face full of solemnity.