The Dragon of the Apocalypse

"Have... sex? But the master is a dragon, and dragons are different from humans!

How can it have anything to do with food. "Gwu stared, with a look of disbelief on his face.

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

"Chief! You are still too young! Look at the master now, what stage do you think he is in?" the half-orc shaman reminded in a low voice.

"Adolescence?"

"That's right! In youth, you should know, right? How energetic are the dragons in youth?

Whether it's humans, elves, or even beasts, demons, devils, or even goblins with the size of a slap! They never let go!

How many dragon-blooded creatures have been born in this world for this reason?

Dragon turtle? Fairy dragon? Ghost dragon? Magic dragon? Dragon beast? Dragonborn……

If these elves are allowed to have a relationship with their master and give birth to descendants, then...how can even an evil dragon like the master not care about his descendants.

The status of the elves, or the status of their descendants, will definitely surpass ours. Based on our relationship with the elves, do you think there will still be good days? "The orc shaman said a lot.

Leader Gewu's eyes suddenly became serious.

He kept looking at Rand and the elves, and finally glanced at the orcs around him. After a while, his eyes lit up and he ran over.

soon.

Rand was immersed in the music, admiring the dance of the elves, his huge head swaying to the rhythm.

But suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his eyes became round, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of feces.

Why do you think that is?

I saw more than a dozen strong female orcs with green faces, bare sallow fangs, and two round balls on their chests. They ran to the elves and began to twist and turn like them!

The voluptuous big buttocks, the thighs that are stronger than the elf's waist, the arms, and the scars on the body can't help but dance.

"Ugh~~~~"

Rand bowed his waist and let out a burst of retching. He quickly pressed his eyes with his two paws and couldn't help shouting:

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

Rand was furious and roaring wildly.

The terrifying sound almost shattered people's eardrums.

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

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

The orc leader exclaimed without knowing why.

"You half-orcs, don't you have an idea of ​​what you look like?

What's not good about learning? How to dance like other people's elves? If it weren't for the fact that you just became my slaves, I would have beaten you all into a pulp! "

Rand roared.

"This...master means we are ugly? This...how is that possible!

Look at our orc ladies' strong chest muscles, buttocks, and sexy body hair! And the scar that symbolizes honor! What a perfect woman this is!

Can guys like elves with thin skin and tender flesh be able to compare? "

The half-orc leader Gewu complained about the female half-orcs in his tribe.

“Damn the GPU!

If you still dare to talk back to me! I will definitely burn you to ashes! "

Rand was extremely furious, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the GPU unconsciously shrank his neck, and could only helplessly call on his people to evacuate.

He returned to the old shaman listlessly and whispered:

"You saw what happened just now. The master seems to dislike the beauties of our clan very much.

Such beautiful muscles, big buttocks, and sexy scars, but the owner doesn’t like it! Is there something wrong with his aesthetics? "

"Ahem~ Alas~ I didn't think well! Leader, you don't understand.

Except for my race, most races like the appearance of elves, what a pity! "The old shaman shook his head with regret.

Rand shouted the Orcs back, took a few deep breaths, rubbed his eyes hard, and couldn't help but curse the Orcs as a bunch of scum in his heart.

But immediately, he became worried again.

Of course, we are not worried about these guys rebelling.

But I am worried that the orcs are too useless!

When the elf practices dancing, not only can he be entertained when he is bored, but he can also be pulled out to take on live performances after he is trained and formed!

Think of the fanaticism some men had for such groups in previous lives.

Rand believes that even human males in this world are not exempt from vulgarity.

As a former human, he knew exactly what species 90% of male humans were.

Those are a group of guys whose lower body cerebellum controls the brain. They love this kind of sultry dance the most. As long as they see it, their brains can keep taking off.

In this way, the elf's stored grains, even before they are eaten, still have extremely high value and can create useful wealth for him.

But what about orcs?

It is definitely not possible to learn dancing together. If you dare to dance this kind of dance in human society, Rand believes that the nobles whose eyes were burned will definitely send troops to chop the orcs into pulp!

What to do?

Although half-orcs are quite powerful and may have been suitable for working on construction sites in their previous lives, there are spells in this world.

Those spellcasters who use earth-based shaping magic to build houses are much better than using brute force.

This makes the orcs very embarrassed.

If you can't cultivate it well and create useful value in your free time, isn't it a waste?

Rand does not allow his men to waste manpower! This is shameful!

He thought about it, worried about the orcs, and worked too hard, and he gradually fell into a dream.

In sleep.

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

"[Force]Ⅰ! [Force]Ⅱ!

You conquered a group of powerful orcs, and the natural elves became your slaves. (Although they are not necessarily sincere, there is no doubt that they are your slaves on the surface, and you are a team in the eyes of outsiders.)

You become a lord dragon with your own power.

You gain new potential.

Potential +1! Potential +2! "

"Ask players to allocate new potential."

【Player Panel】

Race: Dragon

Magic Growth: 2+

Physical growth: 16+

Distributable potential: 3

Next moment, physical growth: 19

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

The elves that were still twisting stopped at this moment. They looked at each other breathlessly. One of the elves opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But Aiqiusha shook her head and glanced at the orcs who were watching eagerly.

The meaning is self-evident.

"Lord elves, you'd better not have inappropriate thoughts and recognize your status! You are just the master's food!"

After hearing this, the elves ignored these ugly orcs and just started digging a hole not far away, and then prepared to bury their dead tribesmen in it.

But the orcs on the side stopped him and shouted: "You despicable people! Do you want to seize the master's food?"

This attitude of a loyal dog made the elves sick.