Then he burped and happily took off after a run-up!
The fair skin of the elves who witnessed all this turned red, and their eyes were blood red, almost dripping with blood!
Several people wanted to rush forward and fight Rand, but they were all dissuaded by the elf leader.
On the entire grassland, only the surviving orcs and elves were left.
The half-orc leader looked at the elves and snorted coldly:
"What ridiculous elves! You who claim to be kind will actually surrender to an evil dragon that kills your own people and regards itself as food? The god you believe in will cry for your shame."
"You! We elves are not afraid of death at all! You..." A group of elves were so angry that they immediately wanted to retort and cursed at the orcs.
But the elf leader shouted: "Shut up! Don't talk to the orcs!"
This made the other elves feel as if they were mourning their heirs, and all of them were dejected.
"Humph! Cunning elves! You must not surrender sincerely, right?" the orcs shouted loudly.
"Yes or no, what does it have to do with you?"
"Hmph! Now you and I are both the master's dependents, but since I surrendered before you, my status is naturally higher than yours. I have the right to discipline you disobedient inferior creatures on behalf of the master."
"Idiot! You'd better stay away from us!" The elves were all very angry because of what happened just now, and they showed no weakness to the orcs.
Both sides started yelling and swearing again.
Until Rand, who was flying in the sky, landed again a thousand meters away from the elven orcs.
Accompanied by a rumbling sound.
Even thousands of meters away, the elves and orcs felt the ground shaking and almost couldn't stand firm!
If the other side targets them again, the casualties are unimaginable...
The faces of the elves were gloomy and uncertain.
This evil dragon! Why does it do such strange things? And why can it not die even after doing such a thing? Or even get hurt?
Although the dragon's defense ability is strong, it has never been so outrageous!
Many elves and orcs cannot understand this.
Not far away, in a deep pit filled with smoke and dust.
Rand did not get up from the pothole immediately. At 450 kilometers per hour, his power indeed increased again, but accordingly, he also suffered considerable damage!
All the internal organs in the whole body were shaking.
On the shoulder armor area, many scales even shattered upon impact, bleeding out.
It seems that it has almost reached its limit.
Even if I continue to accelerate, I can probably reach an additional 30-40 speeds per hour.
If it were any higher, his life might be in danger.
Dragon Meteor is a very interesting move.
It's like simulating a meteorite landing.
The damage range is extremely wide and extremely powerful.
However, there is also a very important flaw.
That's this move. You can't hit the target directly on the way down!
His [Son of the Earth] only reduces damage from the earth.
If he hits something else on the way, he will also receive all the damage.
However, this is also relative.
If he had hit ordinary flesh and blood life, birds in the sky, or humans on the ground, Rand would not have suffered much harm.
After all, at the moment of contact, these fragile guys were smashed into pieces like paper!
The real damage that can be done to Rand is extremely limited.
It can even be ignored.
But if Rand hits a solid city wall, steel, or other dragon, the result may be very bad...
I lay in the hole for a long time.
The elves not far away all had expressions of anticipation on their faces. Maybe this evil dragon killed itself?
If this is the case, that would make the elf very happy!
They stared expectantly at where Rand fell.
Until Rand slowly got up, his expectations turned into disappointment.
"You guys! Come here!"
Rand suddenly yelled at the elves and orcs, causing the two groups of guys to slowly come closer.
"The entertainment time has passed, now let us get to know each other happily again.
My name is Rand Safis Oakburn, your future master.
You should be the leaders of your respective tribes, tell me what your names are?"
Rand squatted on the ground and looked at the orcs and elves standing at the front. The two people who had surrendered before said.
behind them.
The orcs looked a little afraid, a little reverent, and awe-stricken.
As for the elves, most of them have unconcealable fear and hatred.
Rand was not surprised by this, nor did he care about the inner activities of a group of food reserves.
"Master, my name is Gewu Skullshatter, a half-orc who has inherited the name of the great god of orcs!" said the rugged half-orc leader with scars on his face and an extremely ugly appearance.
"Master, my name is Ai Qiusha." The leader of the elf clan said expressionlessly.
"Except for these current members of your tribe, is there anyone else in your tribe?" Rand asked.
"Go back to the master, there are some old people and children among our boulders, about sixty or so." Before the half-orc Ugg could answer, the old shaman behind him replied first.
"Yes, yes! There are almost all these tribesmen!" GPU nodded repeatedly.
"There are more than two hundred tribesmen in the forest." Elf Ai Qiusha replied simply.
"Call them all over here! Meet their new owners.
Well! And your treasure! Bring it to me too!" Rand warned, emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "treasure".
The orcs and elves did not dare to disobey, and after a while, they each came with their own tribesmen.
Among the orcs, there are only a few gray-haired old people, and most of them are very young children.
It’s no wonder. Among a race that seeks strength like the orcs, the old, weak, sick and disabled probably won’t receive much preferential treatment and are considered useless.
Those who are alive to this day may have some status and have made great contributions to the clan.
There are quite a few people on the Elf side, including the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Their faces are full of anxiety and fear. It is obvious that they have learned about their situation on the way here.
The two tribes combined have a total population of almost 600.
It will have some effect in the future.
As for the treasure...
The orcs brought him pieces of good-looking animal skins, as well as some bone chains made of the skulls of other creatures.
What the elves brought were some hats and dresses made of flowers and plants, as well as some wooden artworks with good craftsmanship.
How should I put it, they are all a bit distasteful to Rand.
When they are not converted into corresponding gold and silver coins, these flimsy things are not very popular with the chromatic dragons.
Of course, the most important thing is that these things themselves are not very valuable.
Rand just waved his paw and told them to put it aside and find an opportunity to show off with humans.
He looked at these guys for a while and then said:
"I was a little tired from playing just now, and now I'm quite bored. Aren't you elves good at art? You can just give me a dance to cheer me up."