The short-haired man glanced at Herag, who was sitting in the tree, and shouted sternly, "Who are you? Get lost!"
He hadn't noticed Herag's presence at all earlier, instinctively sensing that the other might not be easy to deal with.
So he tried to scare Herag away.
Herag sighed, jumped down from the tree, and cleaned his ear, "Can't even have a moment of peace."
He walked over slowly, his body relaxed, seemingly without any defenses.
The short-haired man drew his longsword and threatened, "Stop! Come any closer and I won't be polite."
The few followers behind him also drew their weapons, all pointing at Herag.
Herag looked at their aggressive stance, kept walking, and smiled, "Do you know when animals show their fangs? When they're scared."
"You're just bluffing." The short-haired man gritted his teeth and swung his sword directly, his speed very fast.
But Herag's figure swayed, and he disappeared, reappearing behind the short-haired man.
