Chapter 32: All of you jump up

It made the faces of a group of elves rise to the color of pig liver.

Are you kidding? This evil dragon had just killed many of their compatriots! Now they hate to eat his flesh and drink his blood, where is 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 Akiosa explained after a moment of silence.

"Ah! In that case! Then Gew, go and help me carry some elf corpses over ..."

Rand instantly turned his head to look at the Orcs.

"As you command! Great master."

The Orc Gew Shattered Skull grinned, and the other Orcs followed suit, they naturally knew what Rand wanted to do.

In their understanding.

They are different from the elves, although they were all slaughtered by Rand a lot of compatriots, but their compatriot love is after all far less strong than the elves to.

And they are mu strong race, there is no strong concept of good and evil.

Submitting to the strong, for them there is nothing, even if the strong man just wielded a butcher's knife on them.

But their own enemies, a group of elves also followed them to surrender, which is a little upset them.

But in this moment, they recognize that they are different from each other!

They, the Orcs, were the master's dependents!

The elves, on the other hand, are the master's food! Can these two have the same status?

Gew Shattered Skull even smiled mockingly at the elves because of this, greeted his men and started carrying the dead elven bodies on the battlefield.

"You! You actually want to desecrate the bodies of our fellow countrymen?"

Elf leader Aicha stared with wide eyes, her expression stifled beyond measure, and the voice she made with her voice pressed, uncontrollable with anger.

Rand, in response, did not reply, but only to their corpses, poking out his claws.

Aicha stared, a face of pain, covering her heart and said in a hurry.

"Wait! Please do not desecrate the bodies of our compatriots, master! We are willing to jump!"

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

"It is true that we do not know how to dance, but if master must see, we can still barely make a jump, though perhaps not to your satisfaction."

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

Rand barked a curse and once again sized up the elves.

He took out a claw and kept clicking left and right among the remaining elves, selecting a few female elves whose figures and looks matched his aesthetics.

"It's all of you! Give me a good dance."

"..."

These elves were exasperated by Rand's gesture and wanted to vomit blood, but there was nothing they could do.

Several female elves who were named out began to dance in groups of two or two.

But this dance has not danced a minute, Rand's look is a little upset.

To ask the reason, naturally, these elves dance and his impression of the very different.

Not at all popular in the latter days of those generally male love to see the Korean dance, but as in Europe and the United States court dance general dance, see the dragon drowsy!

"All of you stop! You bunch of losers!"

Rand roared up.

Let many elves unknown.

They were not even angry at this evil dragon, and was forced to dance, this evil dragon who has the right to be angry with them ah?

"You bunch of losers, what are you dancing? The old lady's foot-binding dance? Damn it! Move your asses! Twist your waist! Twist your hips! Rub it! Do you know what it means to dance!"

Rand excitedly regained his feet, and his front paws kept slapping the ground with a rumbling sound.

Several elves were frightened.

"Master ... you may not know, the dance we are dancing now is once the ritual dance of the Moon Rest Empire, also evaluated as the most elegant dance by several kingdoms, you ..."

The elf chief seemed to want to explain something.

But Rand very rudely cut it off:.

"A group of no appreciation of stupid! This kind of old lady like dance is not necessary to stay in the world! Do as I say and dance!

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

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

Then twist! Twist your hips! Twist your waist, twist your crotch! Do what I tell you to do!

Come on! What are you doing?"

Rand's spittle splashed out, several elves were scared back and forth, confused you look at me, I look at you.

Until the chief began to twist after modifying his dress as Rand had requested.

It looks really white and fragrant ...

He showed a hint of satisfaction, after which he swept his gaze to the other unmoving elves, eyes threatening.

Soon the elves all moved.

Although is where to twist and twist, looks a little strange twisted, but also more comfortable than watching those strange court dance.

But some elves body is stiff as mechanical, look really stomach.

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

Rand shouted again, let these elves dance slightly better.

He silently admired it, but felt unhappy without the music, and yelled again.

"Stop it all! You elves should also be proficient in music, right? Add the music to me as well!"

"Master ... we do not have musical instruments, they are in the forest."

"Then hurry up and get them for me! You have half a turn of the clock! Hurry!" Rand roared.

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

After that, they began to play in front of Rand.

"No! Not this feeling! Give me more power! Be more exciting, you know! Make it lighter! It's like a flame burning! And at the same time the breeze is blowing! Yeah! Yes, yes, yes! That's it!

That's good! Where's the dancer? Dance for me! Move your hips a little more! Tighten your straddle! You're so fierce! Rub, rub, rub! Yes! Yes, yes! That's it! Shake it up! You know what?"

Rand looked at the dance group that gradually had some shape, a down to the spirit, pleasant appreciation.

The Orcs on the other side looked at all this and had something wrong in their hearts.

Among them, the older Orc shaman could not help but come to Ugg's side and whispered.

"Chief, if this goes on, our position may not be preserved ah! The master seems to be very satisfied with these elves."

"Satisfied? Hmph! It's just a bunch of food." Ugg was somewhat unimpressed.

"Chief, you must not think so! Do you know about the human nobles?"

"Hm? What are you doing mentioning those human limpets?"

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

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

And many of the dancers, usually have relations with those noblemen." The half-orc shaman explained softly, an old face filled with gloom.