1692: C1692 The Desolate Race in the Slave War Zone

C1692 The Desolate Race in the Slave War Zone

"Battle Slave District?"

Faang Fann frowned, then strode forward.

"Is there Battle Slave from the Desolation Race?"

Faang Fann asked straightforwardly. The person in charge of the exchange of Battle Slave's territory was a young man in a white robe. Judging from the decoration, he should be a rank ten priest. Seeing Faang Fann, who was a rank five cardinal, he seemed a little reserved.

"Yes... There... there is a group of Desolation Race Battle Slave being offered up here..."

"Lord Bishop, please come in."

The young man in the white robe led the way respectfully. Faang Fann nodded silently and followed behind without saying anything.

Hao Yun also quickened his pace and followed behind.

"Lord Bishop, Battle Slave of Desolation Race is usually wild and unruly, so ordinary people are not willing to buy such a Battle Slave. If they really encounter him on the battlefield, those stubborn people of Desolation Race would rather die in battle than be captured."

"The remaining Battle Slave of the Desolation Race were basically captured after being injured. After that, he would use the old and weak people of the Desolation Race to threaten them, and only then would they gradually surrender..."

"It's good to use them as cannon fodder, but most of the time, if they are not handled properly, it is very likely that they will suffer a backlash. Therefore, we still have to treat them seriously! "

The white-robed youth reminded as he spoke.

Faang Fann did not say anything, he just thought about it.

"Lord , Battle Slave from the Desolation Race is too cheap... At the same price, we can buy some docile Battle Slave..."

"Battle Slave from the Gaoyang Family is very good. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't choose to resist..."

Hao Yun came over and said.

Faang Fann glanced at Hao Yun indifferently and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

This was something Faang Fann had learned from Saint Dong Guo, and it could be considered that he had learned it now.

Hao Yun's body trembled, and he quickly shrank his neck, not daring to speak anymore.

"How many Battle Slave of Desolation Race are there in total? I want all of them."

Faang Fann waved his hand and said calmly.

"Er... this... Currently, there are forty-one thousand Desolation Race Battle Slave in the Contribution Palace..."

"Among them, thirty-three thousand men from the Desolation Race are male and eight thousand women from the Desolation Race are female."

"All the men from the Desolation Race, Battle Slave, are Emperor Stage and Quasi-Sage experts."

"Among them, there are 37 men from the Desolation Race. Each of them requires 1,000 contribution points!"

"Thirty-three thousand men in the Emperor Stage Desolation Race, Battle Slave. Each of them requires 10 contribution points!"

"There are eight thousand female Desolation Race's Battle Slave. Each of them requires five contribution points!"

"If you exchange all of them, you will need 47,000 contribution points in total..."

The tenth grade priest in charge of Battle Slave's exchange said respectfully.

In the Temple of the Guild of Light, there was a strict hierarchy. High-level clergy had a high position in the lower ranks and could not be easily neglected.

"No children from the Desolation Race?"1

Faang Fann thought about it and said with a frown.

"No... No..."

"The main thing is that it's not worth it. A child slave from the Desolation Race is worth one contribution point. The key is that no one wants it. Therefore, even if they are captured on the battlefield, there is a high chance that they will be slaughtered. "

The white-robed youth lowered his head and explained indifferently.

Faang Fann secretly clenched his fists and took a deep breath. There was naturally grief and indignation in his heart, but more of it was silence.

The strong preyed on the weak, and the strong preyed on the weak.

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