Yi Lin held the grotesquely shaped bone-cleaving knife in his hand.
From the hilt, a faint and chilly aura seeped into the palm of Yi Lin's hand.
Staring at the oddly shaped bone-cleaving knife for a moment, Yi Lin shook his head and tossed the knife back onto the ground.
"It's a weapon!"
Finally.
A courageous middle-aged woman could no longer hold back and, trembling, made her way through the orcs to pick up the weapon.
When she held the weapon in her hand, the woman's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "It's a weapon! It really is a weapon! With weapons, we can survive!"
"Gah gah gah gah!"
The orcs pounded their clubs against their own chests, making a dull thudding sound, and their fierce features seemed to express an emotion known as "stirred excitement."
Seeing this, others noticed the orcs were not stopping them but seemed to be encouraging them, so they rushed forward to snatch up the weapons on the ground.