"There are 376,422 (-500) slaves!"
Seeing that blood-red number, Sparta's heart ached slightly.
Even without Trist's explanation, he understood that the number 500 represented the Half-Elf Slaves who had died.
Clenching his fist subconsciously, Sparta's voice was somewhat hoarse as he said:
"What price must we pay if I want these supplies?"
Trist shook his head and spoke in a calm tone and manner:
"There is no price to pay, but the Kael Elves will be extremely unhappy; they will definitely take action to purge the Half-Elf Slaves..."
Sparta could imagine that scene, the ruthless Kael Elves would definitely unleash a bloodbath in the Half-Elf Slaves' living area.
Without any hesitation, he shook his head and said with a cold tone and manner:
"The Half-Elf Slaves with families, even if they are beaten to death, would not dare to rebel.
"And those without families and relatives are deliberately targeted; their physical conditions have already been quite poor..."