The Scarash rider's eyes gradually became unfriendly, and he began to wink at several other riders. It seemed that this was not the first time he had done this, but this time there was obviously an accident.
Herrera, who usually did not participate but remained silent due to relationships, took the initiative to stand up this time.
"Uncle Sissoko, don't be too greedy. You have obviously made a lot of money by exchanging three of them. Why are you still not satisfied?"
Herrera frowned. In fact, he had long been dissatisfied with the actions of Sissoko and others, but due to his father's relationship with them, he never stepped forward to stop him. After all, he and his father were outsiders and it was not easy to offend them.
these people.
"Herrera, you are still young. Try to avoid getting involved in this kind of thing as much as possible. You should learn this from your father."
When Herrera accused Sissoko, his face immediately turned ugly. He did not expect that Herrera would stand up and stop him, and his tone was so rude.
"Besides, aren't you worried that one drop won't cure it? Let's grab all the water of life from him and let you use it as much as you can. We will definitely be able to cure your father's disease."
Sissoko tried to seduce Herrera, hoping to bring this child with a sense of justice into his camp.
"If my father knew that I had done that, the first thing he would do when he woke up would be to kill me. That would be much more serious than if I exchanged his precious Scarash for the Water of Life."
The expression on Herrera's face was a little ugly, and he obviously looked down upon Sissoko's behavior. This guy actually wanted to drag him into the pirate ship, which was really inappropriate.
"If you don't drink the toast, you'll be punished with a drink. You can come to me with Scarash in exchange for it later. I'll have to consider whether to give it to you."
Sissoko no longer paid attention to Herrera, but looked at Reid with a fierce look. He raised the spear in his hand. The Scarash riders around him were obviously familiar with the road. None of them were the first.
First time doing this kind of thing.
Shurima itself is not a place where "silly people" can survive. It is not a joke to say that this place is more dangerous than Zaun. This is a place of disorder.
Reed's slightly "petite and cute" figure gave these Scarash riders the illusion that Reed was not a wild species with strong combat power. After all, although Reed's fur was smooth, it was obviously not as intimidating as the scales.
It doesn't look like it has very strong defense power.
And his minions are always hidden in their normal state. The only thing that people care about may be the two knives.
"You guys really never disappoint."
Reed shook his head speechlessly. He originally just wanted to do business, but the other party actually wanted to kill people and get goods.
The cultural gap among the Shuriman people is so serious that most Shuriman people have long forgotten the distant legends, and they don't even know who Reed is.
In the history of Shurima, Reed's figure also appears frequently. After all, no matter who wants to fight against the void, Reed will definitely rush over to help.
But these people have obviously never heard of those stories and don't know the old things about the Reed Gang.
"Is there a shortage of Scarash riders in your tribe?"
Reid asked Herrera, and the young man quickly shook his head after being stunned for a moment. There is indeed no shortage of Scarash riders. This is a very popular job. Although it is hard work, at least the salary is good.
Very high.
Therefore, this position has always been a highly sought-after position. Most of the Scarash riders work there all year round. Only on rare occasions will they return to the Doman Behemoth. Once they start, they will work until the end of the year.
After getting old and frail, the position can then be passed on to the next generation, or sold at a high price to others who want to take up the job.
"That's good."
Reed nodded, knowing in his heart that no one had any grievances, and Reed didn't want to embarrass this "town full of behemoths" too much.
If this "Doman Behemoth Town" is short of Scarash riders, then he will save a few more lives, only kill the culprits, and let go of those who had no idea in the first place.
But since there is no shortage, then we should kill those who deserve it. These guys are all habitual criminals, and there will definitely be no injustice if we kill them all.
"Stop pretending! Go to hell!"
Sissoko picked up the spear and stabbed it at Reed. This guy was obviously not joking. His spear was pointed directly at Reed's heart, and it seemed that he wanted to kill him with one blow.
Most of the Scarash riders are very skilled. After all, their main duties are reconnaissance and combat, which is to drive away the beasts and sand pirates who covet the "Doman Behemoth Town". These bastards are all old bastards.
"Click."
"Pfft."
The biting misty wind blew by, and with a wave of the weapon in Reed's hand, Sissoko, his spear and his men were split into two pieces.
In Herrera's sight, Reid's figure flashed, and the black and white misty wind swept across, and the Scarash riders were instantly overturned, and no one was left alive.
"Herrera, is there a container?"
Under Herrera's blank stare, Reed asked him. In Reed's hand was the vial of "Water of Life" that Herrera had high hopes for. This made Herrera wake up and he panicked.
Started groping all over his body.
"No...but I can look for it!"
Herrera didn't have any on his body, but he had an idea and quickly began to rummage through the dead Scarash riders. This guy didn't have any psychological burden at all. He had already disliked these guys.
Fortunately, Herrera found a vial with a pearl in it, which seemed to be a previous trophy. Herrera took out the pearl and put it down, and only took away the vial. He was really honest enough.
of.
"You are a good boy."
Reed took the vial and poured in two drops of water of life. He admired this little guy who "came out of the mud but remained unstained".
In the land of Shurima, there are not many such people anymore. It seems that the father of this child is also a person worth saving. Otherwise, he would not be able to educate such a child. Saving him is not a waste of time.
Two drops of "holy water".
"One drop to save your father, one drop to save your life."
Reid said to Herrera, and at this time, the young Herrera no longer had any doubts about this. He felt that with the strength of the person in front of him, there was no need to deceive him.
Reed took away three Scarash and didn't touch the others. He wanted so many of them and it was of no use.
"Excuse me, what is your name?! How should I repay you?!"
Seeing Reed about to leave, Herrera woke up from a dream. He anxiously shouted to Reed that this kid still wanted to repay his kindness.
Reed waved his hand and ignored him. He didn't need this child to repay his kindness. He might not see him at all in the future. Human life is too short. It's best not for them to have too many interactions. It would be difficult for them to have any intersections again.