Chapter 1692: Desolate tribesmen in the war slave area

"War slave zone?"
Fang Fan frowned secretly, then strode forward for a circle.
"Are there deserted war slaves?"
Fang Fan asked straightforwardly that at this moment, the person in charge of the exchange of the slave area was a young man in a white robe. Looking at the decorations, he should be a priest of the tenth rank. Seeing a bishop of the fifth rank like Fang Fan, he still seemed a little bit. cautious.
"Yes...Yes...Here just offered a batch of deserted war slaves..."
"My lord, please, please."
The white-robed youth led the way respectfully, and Fang Fan nodded to himself without saying much, and followed directly behind.
Haoyu also quickened his pace and followed directly.
"Master Bishop, the desert tribe war slaves are generally more rebellious, so most people are not willing to buy such war slaves. If they encounter it on the battlefield, those stubborn desert tribes would rather die in battle than be captured. "
"The remaining desert clan war slaves are basically captured after being injured, and then they will be threatened with the old and weak of the desert clan before they will gradually yield..."
"It's good to use them as cannon fodder, but in many cases, if you don't handle it properly, you will most likely be backlashed by them...so take it seriously!"
As the white-robed youth spoke, he immediately reminded.
Fang Fan didn't say much, but was sad and thoughtful.
"Hall Master, the price-performance ratio of the deserted war slaves is too low... At the same price, we can buy some more docile war slaves..."
"The war slaves of the Gaoyang clan are very good. Under normal circumstances, they would never choose to resist..."
Haoyu secretly poked towards him, and then said.
Fang Fan glanced at Hao Mei indifferently, and then said, "Are you teaching me to do things?"
Fang Fan learned this sentence from Dongguo Sage, and it can be regarded as learning and using now.
Haoyu's body trembled and she shrank her neck quickly, not daring to speak any more.
"There are so many desert clan war slaves here, I want them."
Fang Fan waved his hand and said directly and calmly.
"Uh... this... currently there are more than 41,000 deserted war slaves in the Hall of Contribution..."
"Among them, there are 33,000 male desert tribe war slaves and 8,000 female desert tribe war slaves."
"The male desert clan war slaves are all emperor realm and quasi-sacred realm."
"Among them, there are thirty-seven war slaves from the quasi-sacred land desert clan, and each exchange requires 1,000 contribution points!"
"There are 33,000 war slaves from the deserted race in the emperor realm, and each exchange requires ten contribution points!"
"There are 8,000 female desert clan war slaves, and each exchange requires five contribution points!"
"If you redeem all of them, you will need a total of 47,000 contribution points..."
The tenth grade pastor who was in charge of the exchange of war slaves said respectfully.
In the Shrine of the Bright Alliance, the ranks are strict, and the high-rank clergy have a lofty status to the low-rank clergy, and they should not be neglected.
"There are no children from the deserted race?"
Fang Fan thought, then frowned and said.
"No...no..."
"The main reason is that it's not cost-effective. A deserted child war minion is worth a contribution point. The key is that no one wants to take it, so even if it is captured on the battlefield, it is likely to be directly slaughtered."
The white robe youth lowered his head and explained indifferently.
Fang Fan squeezed his fists secretly and took a heavy breath. There was naturally a sense of grief and anger in his heart, but it was more of a silence.
The weak eat the strong, the strong is king.