章 143: Chapter 135: Whose Fault?

Shen Ye's mind was filled with doubt, but a reckless loud laugh came from the dining table.

"Undead!"

"Make your decision soon, or after our army flattens the Human Race's territory, we'll head straight for Eternal Night City!"

Shen Ye's eyebrows raised.

How dare these orcs be so arrogant in the Undead's territory?

They were courting death!

He waited for several breaths.

But the Undead remained silent.

They stared fixedly at the battle axe, unable to utter a word.

...What a disgrace.

Shen Ye felt the atmosphere was excessively awkward.

No way, no way.

Were the Undead rendered speechless by a mere soldier battle axe?

Perhaps his puzzled expression gave it away.

Or maybe the dance troupe was invited for this very purpose.

In any case—

The banshee turned her gaze towards him and whispered:

"Allow me to explain to the members of the Dark Night Ros Dance Troupe."