Chapter 33 [Power] and Potential

"Hair ... have a relationship? But the master is a giant dragon, and giant dragons are different from humans!

How can you have a relationship with food." Gew stared, a face I do not believe.

Although his head is not as smart as the clan shaman, but he is not stupid!

"Chief! You are still too young! Look at the master now, what period do you feel he is in?" The Orc shaman reminded in a low voice.

"Youth?"

"Yes! Youth, you should know, how energetic are the dragons in their youth?

Whether it's humans, elves, even beasts, demons, devils, and even goblins that are only a palm in size! They did not let go!

For this reason how many dragon blood creatures were born in this world?

Dragon turtles? Goblin dragons? Ghost dragons? Demon dragons? Dragon beast? Dragon descendants ...

If you let this group of elves and master relationship, the birth of descendants, then ... even if the master of this evil dragon, in how do not care about their descendants.

The status of the elves, or the status of the descendants will definitely exceed ours, right, and then according to our relationship with the elves, you think there will be good days?" The half-orc shaman said a lot.

The chief Gew's eyes gaze up at once.

He couldn't stop looking at Rand and the elves, and finally swept a glance at the Orcs around him, and after half a second his eyes lit up and ran over.

Soon.

Rand immersed in the music, admiring the elves' dance, huge head swaying uncontrollably with the rhythm.

But suddenly, his complexion changed dramatically, his eyes rolled round, like swallowing a mouthful of feces.

Why do you think?

Only to see a dozen stout, green-faced, bare waxen fangs, chest bulging with two orbs of female Orcs, ran to the elves, following their example and began to twist their bodies!

That enchanting large hips, than the elves waist even stronger thigh flesh, arms, and a strip of scars on the body, can not stop dancing.

"Vomit ~~~~"

Rand bowed up at once, let out a burst of dry heaves, two paws darted to press the eyes, could not help but yell out.

"Get out! All of you get away from me! You bastards! Do you want me to go blind? Ah! My eyes!"

Rand was furious and roared madly.

The terrifying sound almost shattered people's eardrums.

The elves and orcs covered their ears and panicked, fearing that the enraged Rand would kill them all!

"Master! Master! What's wrong with you?"

The Orc leader exclaimed in uncertainty.

"You Orcs, what do you look like in your hearts?

What is wrong with learning to dance like an elf? If it weren't for the fact that you just became my servants, I would have beaten you all to a pulp!"

Rand roared.

"This ... master means we look ugly? How is this ... possible!

You look at our Orc lady's toned pecs, buttocks, and sexy body hair! And the scars that symbolize honor! What a perfect woman this is!

Is the elves these fine skinned guys can compare?"

The Orc leader Gew was upset about the female Orcs of his clan.

"Damn you, Gew!

If you dare to talk back to me again! I will burn you to a crisp!"

Rand was furious, killing intent surging in his eyes.

Seeing this, Gew unconsciously shrank his neck, and could only helplessly greet his clan members to withdraw.

He returned to the old shaman somewhat listlessly and whispered.

"You saw what just happened, the master seems to dislike the beauty of my clan.

So beautiful muscles and big buttocks, sexy scars, the master actually do not like! Is there something wrong with his aesthetics?"

"Ahem~ Ugh~ It's my poor consideration! Chief, you don't understand.

Most races like the appearance of elves except for my clan, unfortunately!" The old shaman shook his head with some regret.

After Rand roared the Orcs back, he gasped hard for several times, rubbed his eyes hard, and cursed the scum of the Orcs in his heart.

But immediately, he was a little worried again.

Of course not worried about these guys rebellion.

Rather, he was worried that the Orcs were too useless!

The elves practice dance, not to mention that he can be bored when the eyes, is the future training is shaped, can also be pulled out to receive work ah!

Think about the fervor of certain males for such groups in previous lives.

Rand thinks that even the human males in this world are not exempt.

As a former human, he knows very well what species of male humans in the ninety percent.

That is a group of lower body small brain control brain guys, for this kind of tawdry dance, the most favorite, as long as they see, they can make their brains in a continuous takeoff state.

In this way, the elves these reserves of food, even before they are not consumed, also has a very high value, can create useful wealth for him.

But what about the Orcs?

Learn to dance together certainly not, this dance dare to run to human society to jump, Rand believe that those burned eyes of the noble lords must directly send troops, the Orcs to cut into mush!

Then what to do?

Although the strength of the Orcs is not small, in the previous world may be very suitable to work on the site, but this world but there are spells to come.

Those who cast spells, using the earth shaping magic, building houses than with brute force is much stronger.

This makes the Orcs very embarrassing.

If you can't train them properly and create useful value in your free time, then it's a waste?

Rand will not allow his own men, the phenomenon of waste of manpower! This is shameful!

He thought left and right, worried about the Orcs, brain work too much, actually gradually into the dream.

Sleeping.

He once again came to the computer desk of his previous life.

"[Power] Ⅰ! [Power] Ⅱ!

You have taken in a group of Orcs of good strength, and the Nature Elves have become your slaves. (Although they are not necessarily sincere, there is no doubt that in plain sight they are your slaves, and to outsiders you appear to be in cahoots.)

You become a lord gargoyle with your own power.

You gain a new potential.

Potential + 1! Potential + 2!"

"Please ask the player to assign the new potential."

[Player panel].

Race: Dragon

Magic growth: 2+

Physical growth: 16+

Assignable potential: 3

Next moment, physical growth: 19

........

Rand entered dreamland, his body like a cat, lying on the ground, his huge head resting on his forelimbs, his body constantly rising and falling with his breathing, he seemed to be sleeping well.

Those elves who were still writhing have now stopped, they panting to look at each other, one of the elves opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But Aicha shook her head and glanced to the side of the leering Orcs.

The meaning was unmistakable.

"Lowly elves, you'd better not have thoughts that you shouldn't have, recognize your status! You are just food for your master!"

The elves smiled, did not pay attention to these ugly Orcs, just began to dig a pit not far away, after preparing to bury the dead clansmen in it.

But the Orcs on one side stopped them and shouted, "You lowly things! Want to take away your master's food?"

This posture of a loyal dog made the elves sick.