Chapter 1692

"War slave area?"

Fang fan secretly frowned, then strided toward the front of a circle.

"Are there any war slaves of the barbarians?"

Fang fan asked bluntly. At the moment, it was a young man in a white robe who was responsible for the exchange of war slaves. Judging from the decoration, he should be a priest of ten grades. It seemed a little stiff to see a bishop of five grades like Fang fan.

"There is There are A number of war slaves of the barbarians have just been offered here... "

"Monseigneur, please come in."

The young man in white robed respectfully led the way in front of him. Fang fan nodded to himself, but did not say much. He followed directly behind.

Hao also accelerated the pace, directly followed up.

"Monsieur bishop, the war slaves of the barbarians are generally quite rebellious, so most people are not willing to buy such war slaves. If they are encountered on the battlefield, those stubborn barbarians would rather die in the war than be captured."

"Most of the remaining war slaves of the barbarians were captured after being injured, and then they were threatened by the old and weak of the barbarians, and then they gradually succumbed..."

"It's good to use them as cannon fodder, but if they are not handled properly, they are likely to bite back So take it seriously! "

White robed youth side says, immediately reminds a way.

Fang fan didn't say anything more, just pondered.

"My Lord, the cost performance of the war slaves of the barbarians is too low At the same price, we can buy some more docile war slaves... "

"The war slaves of the Gaoyang nationality are very good. They don't choose to resist at all under normal circumstances..."

Hao meteorite stabbed to come over and said immediately.

Fang fan glanced at Hao meteor indifferently, and then said, "are you teaching me to do something?"

Fang fan learned this sentence from the sage of Dongguo, which can be regarded as modern learning and current use.

Hao meteor's body trembles, and he shrinks his neck in a hurry. He doesn't dare to speak any more.

"I'll take all the slaves of the barbarians."

Fang fan waved his hand and said directly and calmly.

"Well This At present, there are more than 41000 war slaves in the temple of contribution... "

Among them, 33000 were male and 8000 were female

"The male barbarians and slaves are all the same, all of them are the emperor's realm and the quasi holy land."

"Among them, there are 37 war slaves of the quasi holy land, and each exchange needs 1000 contribution points!"

"There are 33000 war slaves in Huangzhu's territory. Each exchange needs ten contribution points!"

"There are 8000 female wasteland war slaves. Each exchange needs five contribution points!"

"If you exchange them all, you need 47000 contribution points in total..."

The minister, who was in charge of the exchange of war slaves, said respectfully.

In the temple of the alliance of light, the high-level clergy has a high status to the low-level clergy, and should not be neglected easily.

"No children of famine?"

Fang fan thought a move, immediately frowned and said.

"No No.... "

"The main reason is that it's not cost-effective. A child and slave of a barbarian tribe is worth a contribution. The key is that no one wants to take it. Therefore, even if they are captured on the battlefield, they will be directly slaughtered."

The white robed youth lowered his head and explained indifferently.

Fang fan clenched his fists and breathed heavily. Naturally, he felt sad and indignant in his heart, but it was more of a silence.

The strong is the king.