The orcs didn't understand what the elves wanted to do. The orc leader also wanted to know the answer, so they all stared at the beautiful female elf on the screen.
"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies! It is a great honor to be the host of the 1st Dances with Beasts Battlefield Gala... (Omit the 500-word opening statement. If you don't understand, please watch the Spring Festival Gala.) I represent Quel'Thala.
All the high elves here would like to extend a warm welcome to the guests from the distant outer lands!" After the beautiful female elf host on the screen finished speaking, a warm round of applause sounded on the crystal screen.
All the orcs' jaws dropped to the ground, and the orc leader was no exception.
"What the hell are you holding a dance party with the beasts?" The orc leader's brain was short-circuited. It was really short-circuited this time. He looked around and found that all the orcs were looking for their chins.
"I must be hallucinating!" A marauder guard next to the orc leader slapped himself.
"Chief, are we at war with them?" the orc general asked.
The orc leader looked at the orc general strangely...
Seeing the orc subordinates looking for their jaws all over the place, the orc leader really wanted to shout: Be vigilant and prepare to fight! But...but...is this how to fight in a war? The orc leader was restless.
Along the way, I always fell into the trap of the elves and was led everywhere by the nose. Everything was predicted and controlled by others, but I could never understand the intentions of the elves, let alone predict the enemy's next plan.
This is very dangerous and fatal for an army commander. Just like tonight, he couldn't figure out the intentions of the elves at all, so he decided to continue reading. He must understand the intentions of the elves.
The beautiful female elf hostess on the screen spoke again: "In order to express our warm welcome to the guests from distant lands, the first performance of tonight's party is the Elf Chorus, children's song - Little Rabbit, Be Good. Singer
, the forward troops of the Quel'Thalas Expeditionary Corps please appreciate it."
The beautiful female elf presided over the retreat, and then many elves appeared in a queue on the screen. A rough calculation showed that there were at least 300 people. After the 300 people gathered, an old mage appeared in front of the team holding a harp. With the sound of cheerful music,
rang, the members of the Elf Chorus sang: Little rabbit, be good, open the door..."
The lyrics were sung in the common language of Azeroth, and many orcs could understand it, and they sang along with the singing. The orcs' shocked faces gradually turned the color of liver, and the orc leader's face even turned purple.
The elves mistook them for rabbits. The orcs endured their anger and watched the elves finish their chorus.
The singing was so loud that even the voices from the elf camp could be heard clearly, let alone the voices of the crystals in the camp.
"Madmen! They are all a bunch of madmen!" the orc leader roared angrily. He almost wanted to smash the damn resonance crystal impulsively. The elves did not play their cards according to common sense at all. Every move and every move was like that.
It's confusing, just like a bunch of crazy people.
"Chief, I will take the plunderers over and kill them all to see who is the rabbit!" the orc general stepped forward angrily to ask for his orders.
The orc leader also wanted to lead his men and horses to rush over and chop, but they only had 40 available cavalry, and the enemy had at least 300 elven cavalry on each side, and there were also mages. If these 40 cavalry rushed out,
, what to do with the wounded soldiers and wounded wolves here?
Are you waiting for the elf on the other side to rush over and give them a shower of bean sprouts? The bean sprouts are poisonous, so these must be bean sprouts made from Croton! The shaman's magic power is not enough. One or two arrows will lose combat effectiveness at most, and four or five arrows will lose their combat effectiveness.
That's fatal.
He shook his head and said: "No, let's wait and see what other tricks those elves have up their sleeves. If that's all, let's rest in batches and don't worry about them."
Several orc generals sat down angrily and stared angrily at the female elf presiding over the screen.
Because after the chorus, the elves dispersed, and the beautiful female elf host walked onto the screen with a smile.
"After listening to the full and emotional singing of the Forward Troops Chorus, I believe that the blood of the orc guests must be boiling and their eyes filled with tears. Therefore, on behalf of the respected orc guests, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to the chorus members.
"Sylvanas bowed slightly to the screen.
Of course, the blood of the orcs is boiling now, and maybe some of them actually have tears in their eyes. As for whether they are moved or the sand has blinded their eyes, no one can say for sure.
But there is one thing that makes the orcs very dissatisfied, for sure, I am represented! I am actually represented! Who wants you to represent? Who wants you, a little bitch, to represent? Despicable! Shameless! The orcs' hearts are burning with anger.
It's a pity that no matter how angry and dissatisfied they are, our noble, beautiful and hospitable host, Miss Sylvanas Windrunner, can't hear it, let alone see it. If she knew, would she still represent the orcs?
Well, this is a question, maybe it will happen! It’s really just a possibility, because the possibility is only 99.9% and less than 100%. If you don’t believe it, you can ask our battered
Mr. Yulin Xueying, I believe he will give you a fairly accurate answer.
"Everyone must not know what kind of program Storytelling is, but soon everyone will know it and will like it!" Sylvanas smiled and said: "Now we invite the famous storyteller and storyteller of Quel'Thalas.
Mr. Yulin Xueying tells a story for everyone - Journey to the West."
Sylvanas disappeared from the screen, and then a simple table made of wooden boards appeared. There was a small square piece of wood on the table, but no one was seen getting on it. Neither the elves nor the orcs knew what storytelling was like.
I have been waiting for the show and am very curious about it. Now I can’t see anyone going on it, which makes me feel even more strange.
But soon they knew why there was no one up there. Because the screen was rotating, and the shadows of two people talking were gradually clearly reflected. The shadows were enlarging, and the sounds of two people talking could be heard.
These two people are of course our beautiful party host, Miss Sylvanas, and Mr. Yulin Blood Eagle, who has been crowned with two famous titles.
Mr. Habayashi Xueying, who has two famous titles hanging on his head, was looking through the program: "That's wrong! How could it be me? There is no program for me to tell stories!"
"I remembered the lines wrong!" Sylvanas didn't blush at all.
"If you remember the lines wrong, just go up and correct them!" Yulin Blood Eagle said.
"I've said everything, how can I take it back?" Miss Sylvanas asked.
"You are the host, why don't you just admit your mistakes? Is it so difficult?" Mr. Yulin Xueying asked.
"It's so embarrassing! I won't go!" Sylvanas, the hostess, was very concerned about face.
... Yulin Blood Eagle has nothing to say.
"Oh!..." However, the people in the orc camp and the elf camp all made a sound at the same time. It's just that the elves suddenly realized their voices, while the orcs were laughing out loud. Are you making fun of us? Now you will make a fool of yourself!