Doubt stirred in Shen Ye's heart, but then he heard a burst of unrestrained laughter from the dining table.
"Undead!"
"Make your decision soon, or once our army has crushed the Human Race's territory, we'll march straight on Evernight City!"
Shen Ye raised an eyebrow.
These Orcs dared to act so arrogantly on Undead territory?
They were asking to die!
Several seconds passed.
Yet none of the Undead spoke.
They stared fixedly at the battle-axe, unable to utter a single word.
...What a disgrace.
Even Shen Ye found the atmosphere unbearably awkward.
Seriously? Seriously?
A soldier's battle-axe had frightened the Undead into silence?
Perhaps his puzzled expression had shown.
Or perhaps the song and dance troupe had been invited precisely so they could play a part.
In any case-
The banshee turned her gaze toward them and said quietly:
"Those of you from the Dark Night Rose Song and Dance Troupe, allow me to explain."
"-The Orcs can already mass-produce battle-axes of this quality. Beyond that, their other weapons and armor have also undergone a tremendous leap in quality, with virtually all of them reaching Excellent grade."
"Yes, with their mass-produced equipment, they should already be capable of sweeping aside any race in the world."
Shen Ye held his breath for a moment before recovering.
Mass production.
The term sounded simple enough, but it was actually terrifying.
On the battlefield.
Every member of the Orc Race would carry a blue-quality battle-axe.
Every other piece of equipment and armor had undergone a leap in quality, all of it blue or better.
How were they supposed to fight that?
Who could stop the Orc army?
No wonder the Undead dared not speak!
-But there was one obvious question here.
The Orcs-
How had they suddenly become so powerful?
Other races had often