The flying Slave Ship slowly descended only after it entered the borders of the Neher Empire.
Leslie's eyes glinted coldly, "No wonder we could never track this group of slave merchants."
"Turns out they have some big backing," Azanci let out a teasing whistle.
"This is Zarathos, and the City Lord is said to be a prince of Neher. There's a Dragonrider Squad stationed here. What should we do now?" Leslie asked Ellie Miller.
Ellie Miller: "..."
Ellie Miller would bet on Minotaur's beef that this prince is definitely in cahoots with the auction.
If we target the auction, a pack of Great Dragons could come out any moment.
At this time, the slave traders disembarked from the ship.
Ellie Miller and her group hovered invisibly in mid-air, monitoring their every move.
After a brief exchange, several Nagas with iron cages locked on their heads were dragged down.
Ellie Miller carefully counted, exactly 42, not more, not less.
