The orcs had no idea what the elves were trying to do. Their chieftain wanted answers just as badly, so they all stared at the beautiful female elf on the screen.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! It is a tremendous honor to host the first Dancing with Orcs Battlefield Gala... (Five hundred words of opening remarks omitted. If you don't understand, watch the Spring Festival Gala.) On behalf of all the high elves of Quel'Thalas, I extend a warm welcome to our guests from distant Outland!" When the beautiful female elf host finished speaking, enthusiastic applause rang out from the Resonance Crystal Shard's screen.
Every orc's jaw hit the ground, and their chieftain was no exception.
"What the hell is this Dancing with Orcs Battlefield Gala?" The orc chieftain's brain short-circuited. This time, it really did. He looked around, only to find every orc searching for his jaw.
"I must be hallucinating!" A Ravager bodyguard beside the orc chieftain slapped himself.
"Chieftain, are we at war with them?" an Orcs Commander asked.
The orc chieftain gave the Orcs Commander a strange look...
Seeing his orc subordinates searching all over the ground for their jaws, the chieftain wanted to shout, "Stay alert! Prepare for battle!" But... but... was this any way to fight a war? He grew restless and agitated.
All along, he had kept falling into the elves' traps, letting them lead him around by the nose. Everything lay within someone else's expectations and control, while he could never figure out the elves' intentions, much less predict their next move.
For a military commander, that was dangerous-even fatal. Tonight, for instance, he had absolutely no idea what the elves intended. He therefore decided to keep watching. He had to find out what they were planning.
The beautiful female elf host