Chapter 618: King of Slaves - Sparta (8000)_3

The leading Slave Miner opened his mouth.

But ultimately, he said nothing and just continued to curse the overseers together with the others.

Sparta didn't join in the conversation and walked past emotionlessly, his mind rapidly assessing the current situation.

Gradually, he reached the outer mine tunnel, and more and more mining slaves emerged.

More than 10 slaves followed behind Sparta, their ragged burlap clothes covered with thick dust.

Their complexions were all poor, some of their stomachs still growling as they waited for the overseer to inspect the ore and distribute food.

"Hurry up, dump all the ore out!"

"This piece of ore won't do, its quality is just too low."

"You haven't met your quota today, you'll only get half the food."

An impatient overseer waved his hand, a pale Half-Elf Slave involuntarily opened his mouth and knelt on the ground, pleading endlessly:

"Half the food is not enough for my family of four, please give us more!"