CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: ALL OF YOU, START DANCING!

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

Are you kidding? This evil dragon just killed how many of their fellow people! They would love nothing more than to eat his flesh and drink his blood right now, where would they have the mood to dance?

"Master... you misunderstood, we’re actually not good at dancing... We’re just ordinary nature elves, not noble sun elves."

The elf Aikousha explained after a moment of silence.

"Ah! I see! Then Gewu, go and transport some elf corpses for me..."

Land immediately turned his head to look at the half-beastman.

"As you command! Great master."

The half-beastman Gewu Shattered Head grinned, and the other half-beastmen followed suit, knowing full well what Land intended to do.

In their understanding.

They were different from the elves. Although many of their fellow people were also slaughtered by Land, their bonds weren’t as strong as those of the elves.

And they were a race that admired strength, with no strong notions of good and evil.

Submitting to the strong posed no issue for them, even if this strong one had just wielded the slaughtering knife against them.

However, the fact that their enemies, the elves, also surrendered alongside them was somewhat displeasing.

But at this moment, they realized their difference from them!

They, the half-beastmen, were the master’s creatures!

An elf, however, was the master’s food! How could their statuses be the same?

Because of this, Gewu Shattered Head even showed a mocking smile to the elves, and with a call to his subordinates, they began to transport the dead elf bodies from the battlefield.

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

The elf leader Aikousha widened her eyes, her expression extremely aggrieved, and her suppressed voice was uncontrollably filled with anger.

Land did not respond to this, only reached out a claw towards their corpses.

Aikousha stared with her eyes wide open, a look of pain on her face, clutching her chest as she hurriedly said:

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

"Ha? Didn’t you say you couldn’t dance?" Land gave the elves a somewhat dissatisfied glare.

"We indeed cannot dance, but if the master must see it, we can manage to dance, though it may not satisfy you."

"You foolish things! If you dare defy me again next time, I’ll eat you all up!"

Land cursed and then scrutinized the group of elves once more.

He reached out a claw, continuously pointing left and right among the remaining elves, selecting a few female elves whose figures and looks matched his aesthetics.

"Alright, it’s you! Dance properly for me."

"..."

These elves were vexed to the point of nearly spitting blood by Land’s demeanor, but had no choice.

The selected female elves began dancing in pairs.

But the dance hadn’t even lasted a minute before Land’s expression became somewhat displeased.

The reason, of course, was that the elves’ dance was very different from what he remembered.

It wasn’t the popular male-favored Korean-style dance of later times, but rather, a court dance like those in Western Europe, making the dragon drowsy!

"Stop it! You bunch of useless things!"

Land roared.

Many elves were baffled.

They hadn’t even gotten angry at the evil dragon, were forced to dance, so why was this evil dragon mad at them?

"You bunch of useless things, what kind of dance is this? Old lady’s gaiter dance? Damn it! Get moving! Swing those hips! Shake those tushes! Sway the bosom! Do you understand what dancing is?"

Land got excited and stood up again, his front paws sat pounding the ground, creating a rumbling sound.

Several elves were badly frightened.

"Master... Perhaps you don’t know, the dance we’re doing now is the sacrificial dance of the bygone Moon Breath Empire, also praised as the most elegant dance by multiple kingdoms, you..."

The elf leader seemed to want to explain something.

But Land interrupted very rudely:

"A group of idiots without appreciation ability! This kind of old lady’s dance needs not exist in the world! Dance how I tell you!

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

And those grass and flower woven tops of yours! Why wear so much? Take them all off! Only leave ones to cover the bosom!

Now get those hips moving! Sway them! Sway those waists, those hips! Follow my orders!

Hurry! What are you standing there doing?"

Spittle flew from Land’s mouth, and the elves, terrified, knee-jerk backed away, dumbstruck, looking at each other.

Until the leader started adjusting her outfit as ordered by Land and began to sway.

She looked both fair and fragrant...

He showed a hint of satisfaction, then scanned his eyes over the other unmoving elves, eyes full of threats.

Very quickly, all the elves started moving.

Even though they just swayed here and there, it looked somewhat odd and awkward, but much more pleasant than watching those strange court dances.

However, some elves’ bodies were as rigid as machines, looking quite off-putting.

"Dance well! Sway well! If you can’t even do this, what use are you to me?"

Land shouted again, making these elves dance slightly better.

He watched silently, but without music, it felt less satisfying, so he shouted again:

"Stop all of you! You elves are also skilled in music, right? Add the music for me!"

"Master... we don’t have any instruments, they’re all left in the forest."

"Then hurry and get them for me! I’ll give you half a turnwheel’s time! Quick!" Land roared.

The elves sent off a team who immediately returned with instruments.

Then they began performing in front of Land.

"No! That’s not the feeling! Make it more explosive! Lively, do you understand! Lighter! Like flames burning! While the gentle breeze sweeps by! Yes! That’s right! That’s it!

Good! The dancers! Hurry and dance! Move those hips more! Draw in those waists! Puff out the chests! Sway them! Yes, yes! That’s it! Shake it! Got it?"

Land, looking at the gradually more recognizable dance troupe, got spirited, relishing the scene.

The watching half-beastmen felt somewhat uneasy.

Among them, the aged half-beastman shaman couldn’t help but come to Ugg’s side and whisper:

"Chief, at this rate, our position might be at risk! The master seems very pleased with these elves."

"Pleased? Hmph! They’re just a bunch of food." Ugg was somewhat unconcerned.

"Chief, don’t think that way! Do you know about the human nobles?"

"Hmm? Why are you bringing up those human limpets?"

"Chief, you may be young and not understand, but when I was young, I worked for a human noble for a long time.

There, these elves are just like dancers now.

And many dancers often have relationships with those nobles," the half-beastman shaman explained in a low voice, his old face full of seriousness.