The orcs didn't understand what the elves wanted to do, and the orc leaders also wanted to know the answer, so they all stared at the beautiful female elves on the screen.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! It's a great honor to be the host of the 1st Dancing with Beasts Battlefield Gala... (500-word opening remarks omitted, please watch the Spring Festival Gala if you don't understand.) On behalf of Quel'Thalas All high elves, extend a warm welcome to the guests from the faraway lands!" After the beautiful female elf host on the screen finished speaking, warm applause erupted from the sub-crystal screen.

The jaws of all orcs dropped to the ground, and the orc chief was no exception.

"What the **** is this Dancing with Beasts Battlefield Gala?" The orc leader's brain short-circuited, and this time it really did. He looked around, but found that all the orcs were looking for jaws.

"I must be hallucinating!" A predator guard next to the orc leader slapped himself.

"Chief, are we fighting them?" the orc general asked.

The orc leader looked at the orc general strangely...

Seeing the orc subordinates looking for their chins all over the place, the orc leader really wanted to shout: Be vigilant and prepare to fight! But... but... is there such a thing as fighting? The orc leader was restless.

Along the way, I always fell into the trap of the elves, and was led around by the nose by the elves. Everything is expected and controlled by others, but I can't figure out 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 figure out 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 faraway lands, the first performance of tonight's show is the elves chorus, children's songs--Little rabbit, be good. Singer , please enjoy the vanguard of the Quel'Thalas Expeditionary Legion."

The beautiful female elf presided over the retreat, and then many elves appeared in line on the screen. Roughly, there were at least 300 people. After 300 people assembled, an old mage appeared in front of the team holding a harp. As the cheerful music sounded, the members of the Elven Choir sang: "Little rabbit, be good, open the door..."

The lyrics are sung in Azeroth's common language, which many orcs can understand and flutter with the singing. The astonished faces of the orcs gradually turned to a liver color, and the face of the orc leader turned even more sour-purple. The elves regarded them as rabbits, and the orcs held back their anger and watched the elves perform their chorus.

The singing was so loud that even the voice from the elf camp could be heard clearly, let alone the voice of the child crystal in the camp.

"Crazy! They're all a bunch of lunatics!" The orc leader roared angrily, impulsively almost wanting to smash the **** resonance crystal into pieces. The elves didn't play their cards according to common sense at all. Every move and every movement was so confusing, it was like a group of lunatics.

"Leader, I'll take the predators and cut them all down, let's see who is the rabbit!" The orc general angrily stepped forward to plead for orders.

The orc leader also wanted to lead his men and horses to slash and slash happily, but they only had 40 available cavalry, while the enemy had at least 300 elf cavalry on each side, and there were also mages. If these 40 cavalry rushed out, what would happen to the wounded soldiers and wolves here?

Waiting for the elves on the other end to rush over and give them a bean sprout rain? Bean sprouts are poisonous, they must be bean sprouts made from crotons! The shaman's magic power is insufficient, one or two arrows will lose combat power at most, and four or five arrows will be fatal.

He shook his head and said, "No, just wait and see what tricks those elves have. If that's all, let's rest in batches, don't worry about them."

Several orc generals sat down angrily, angrily staring at the female elf host on the screen.

Because the elves dispersed after the chorus, the beautiful female elf host smiled and walked onto the screen again.

"After listening to the full-bodied singing of the vanguard choir, I believe that the orc guests must be full of blood and tears. Therefore, on behalf of the respected orc guests, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to the chorus members. Cirvanas bowed slightly to the screen.

Of course the orcs are now boiling with blood, and perhaps some of them really have tears in their eyes. As for whether it was moved or the sand dazzled the eyes, no one can say for sure.

However, there is one thing that makes the orcs very dissatisfied, which is for sure, being represented! Lao Tzu was actually represented! Who wants you to represent? Who wants you little **** to represent you? mean! Shameless! The orcs were burning with anger.

It's a pity that no matter how they roar and dissatisfy, 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, that's a problem, maybe it still will be! It's really just a possibility, because the probability is only 99.9% and not 100%. If you don’t believe me, you can ask our tortured Mr. Habayashi Bloodhawk, I believe he will give you a fairly accurate answer.

"Everyone must not know what kind of program Storytelling is, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, but soon everyone will know, and will like it!" Cirvanas smiled: "Now I invite Quel Sara Mr. Habayashi Xueying, a famous storyteller and storyteller in Sri Lanka, will tell you a story--Journey to the West."

Cirvanas disappeared from the screen, and then a simple wooden table appeared. There was a small square piece of wood on the table, but there was no one on it. Neither the elves nor the orcs knew what storytelling was like, they were all waiting and very curious, and it was even more strange that they couldn't see anyone on it now.

But soon they knew why there was no one up there. Because the screen is rotating, the shadows of two people talking are gradually and clearly reflected. The shadow is enlarging, and the sound of two people talking can be heard.

These two people are of course our beautiful hostess, Miss Sylvanas, and Mr. Habayashi Bloodhawk, who has been crowned with two famous titles.

We have Mr. Habayashi Xueying with two famous titles hanging on his head, looking through the program list: "No! How could it be me? There is no program list for me to tell stories!"

"I misremembered the lines!" Cirvanas didn't blush at all.

"If you remember the wrong lines, go up and change them!" Yubayashi Xueying said.

"I've already said it, how do I take it back?" Miss Cirvanas asked.

"You are the host, can you just admit your mistakes? Is it so difficult?" Mr. Habayashi Xueying asked.

"It's embarrassing! Don't go!" The hostess Cirvanas wanted to save face.

...Habayashi Blood Eagle has nothing to say.

"Oh!..." But the people in the orc camp and the elf camp made voices at the same time. It's just that the elves were suddenly enlightened, but the orcs were laughing out loud. Trick us? Now make a fool of yourself!