In the end, I led the way while they all followed me.
Of course, I had the orcs spread out in a formation so that they would be protected, but it didn't seem like they were keen to have these orcs around them.
It seemed that they were afraid to have the orcs around them like this.
But that could be understood.
The only one that didn't seem bothered was the old man that spoke up earlier.
In fact, it seemed like he was in his element with the way that he walked right beside me. He didn't seem to be afraid of the fact that we were inside of a dungeon break zone at all or the fact that we were surrounded by monsters.
The way that he walked was almost as if he was on a stroll in a park or something.
Was it because this old man had nerves of steel or was it because of something else?
