Hiss—
From the large nostrils, a gush of warm air spurted out, congealing into a column of dispersing water vapor in the air.
Seeing the old man in front of him not directly respond, Half-orc Gangke immediately gritted his teeth and glared, the veins bulging under the skin of his arm as he reached for the iron hammer on his back.
"Alright, Gangke." As the temporary captain of the "Sulfur Dragon Breath" team, Minstrel Uriah timely reached out and placed a hand on the half-orc's shoulder.
"Don't rush, we still have plenty of time, let's go inside first."
Somewhat dissatisfied with this temporary leader of the team, the green-skinned half-orc impatiently shrugged his shoulder, shaking off the hand from him.
But after all, considering they had fought alongside each other for many years, since the other had said so, he refrained from making things difficult for the old man before him.
He merely snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and turned his head to look elsewhere.
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