The dense black figures were like ants gathered together, utterly disorderly, though a closer look revealed certain peculiarities.
The marks on the slaves' foreheads differed, and naturally, so did their races. There were quite a few Orcs, with Minotaurs being the most numerous. This race reproduced far less readily than Pigmen, but they possessed immense endurance and considerable survivability, making them one of the more populous races among the Beast Race. There were quite a few Minotaurs in the slave markets.
Yet they were severely polarized. The inferior ones were mere laborers, but if they could grasp certain methods of cultivating battle power, they often achieved something through sheer resilience. Among the Beast Race's top combatants, there were no few powerful Minotaurs, some even capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Rhine Clan.
The Minotaurs before him faintly glimmered with red light. This was an outward sign of battle power cultivated to a certain level. Those visible were at least high-level warriors; Gao Da had not simply thrown together a random assortment.
Li Ziran had sharp eyes. Even as slaves, these Minotaurs had gathered according to a certain formation. It was a warrior's instinct. From such tiny details, he could infer that these were likely soldiers from the Beast Race military.
This was highly sensitive.
Although the Grasslands were the region nearest Hippo Ancient City and the slave trade flourished there, selling warriors was strictly forbidden among the Beast Race.
This was no empty claim. Li Ziran had roamed the Wasteland for so many years and had rarely encountered warriors serving in the military. Yet these men were in the prime of life and had not reached retirement age. Their appearance here could mean only one thing: they were captives.
Only captives could possibly be sold.
A war must