Final Lord

Chapter 286 I want it all
The Shadowscale Lizardman hanging upside down on the stalactite suddenly stopped licking his claw blades, his vertical pupils shrinking into thin slits in shock;

The dwarf slaves who were carrying ore unconsciously let go of the cart in their hands, and the rusty axles made a grating groan.

Even the minotaur sentinel high up put down its wine pouch, and the skull necklace strung on its nose ring jingled as it leaned forward.

Compared to the emaciated, festering cave slaves in the Minotaur labyrinth, the cavemen under Wang Bufu's command were practically a different species—

They averaged over 1.5 meters tall, their grayish-brown scales gleaming with a metallic sheen under the glow of the fluorescent fungus. Their breastplates, crafted from a combination of steel and copper, were etched with intricate patterns, each scale perfectly covering vital areas.

The poisoned spears in their hands constantly oozed a dark blue liquid from their tips, which would corrode tiny holes when it dripped onto the ground, emitting a faint bitter almond smell.

What is most striking is their discipline.

The three hundred cavemen warriors were divided into six square formations, each maintaining perfect spacing. When marching, the tips of the tails of the warriors in the front row were exactly level with the tips of the noses of the warriors in the back row; when turning, the entire formation moved like a nimble giant python, without the slightest disorder.

"Where did this monster come from?" an elderly goblin slave trader muttered to himself, his age-spotted fingers unconsciously tightening around the leather whip at his waist, which he concealed behind his back.

The thought of how he used to whip cavemen with this whip made him feel a little uneasy.

Wang Bufu seemed oblivious to the commotion around him. As the group passed through a wide cave, he suddenly raised his hand, and the entire cave-dwelling army instantly froze.

boom!
The simultaneous slamming of three hundred spears into the ground created a deafening roar that caused rubble to fall from the cave ceiling.

This commotion alerted a colossal creature deep within the cave. Ahead of the path, a five-meter-long adult petrified lizard, feeding, slowly raised its head, its amber vertical pupils locking onto the group.

But the next second, when it saw the poisonous light flashing on those spears, the predator, weighing several tons, slowly retreated and eventually disappeared into the dark tunnel.

“Keep moving forward.” Wang Bufu’s voice was soft, yet it pierced the eardrums of every bystander like a sharp icicle.

As Wang Bufu's troops set off again, whispers spread like a plague throughout the maze.

"Where did this unit come from? They're pretty impressive."

"A legion mainly composed of cavemen, I've never seen anything like it before. Unfamiliar faces."

"Not only cavemen, but also those winged birdmen are elite."

"That's a harpy! You ignorant fool."

"They seem to be heading to the slave market."

"Could it be that he wants to buy caveman slaves?"

"Quickly, quickly, let's go to the slave market."

When Wang Bufu led his elite troops to the slave market, the entire labyrinth seemed to tremble.

The minotaur sentinel guarding the market entrance was leaning lazily against a stone pillar, his rough fingers fiddling with the skull pendant on his nose ring.

But when it saw the disciplined group, its bell-like eyes widened instantly, and its scarred nostrils twitched involuntarily. The sentry's gaze swept over the well-equipped caveman warriors and the hovering evil eyes, its thick Adam's apple bobbed, and it wisely stepped aside, foregoing even a symbolic questioning, simply tapping the ground three times with the handle of its battle axe to signal passage.

Wang Bufu nodded to the sentry and walked into the slave market with a cold expression.

The moment Wang Bufu stepped into the slave market, the humid, stuffy air, mixed with various odors, hit him, causing him to pinch his nose.

His boots made an unpleasant, sticky sound as they stomped on the slimy stone slabs, followed closely by a large number of troops.

The entire market was in an uproar because of Wang Bufu's arrival.

The slaves in the iron cages rushed to the bars, their withered fingers gripping the rusty iron bars; the merchants stopped haggling, their cloudy eyes following this strange procession; even the petrified lizard tied in the corner restlessly exhaled sulfurous breaths.

Wang Bufu walked at a leisurely pace, leading his troops through the labyrinthine market. His gaze swept over the iron cages: emaciated cavemen huddled on moldy haystacks, their scales crawling with parasites; dwarfs' beards were bound together with chains, tied to stone pillars like bundles of cargo; several Shadowscale Lizardmen had festering, pus-filled cheeks, yet were still forced to display their venom glands…

Just as the procession was about to complete its circuit of the market, the ground suddenly began to tremble rhythmically. A minotaur nearly four meters tall pushed through the crowd and strode in. It was more robust than its kind, its muscular chest covered with crisscrossing scars, and the skull encircling its golden nose ring was noticeably more exquisite than those of other minotaurs.

“I am Grom Bloodhorn, the Market Manager.” Its voice was like two rocks rubbing together, its heavy breathing carrying the stench of decaying flesh. “Strong stranger, the Minotaur Labyrinth welcomes guests like you.”

Wang Bufu nodded slightly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the gold coin pouch at his waist.

Grom's single eye swept over the fully armed cavemen, and his pupil involuntarily contracted.

He asked carefully:

"What kind of slaves does Your Excellency require?"

It tried to make its voice sound respectful, but its thick tail thumped the ground restlessly. "We have the strongest cavemen miners here, as well as skilled dwarves who are experts in blacksmithing. If you want high-quality female slaves, you'll have to wait a while; we need to get more."

Wang Bufu raised his hand to interrupt it, his slender fingers pointing in three directions in succession: "Gnolls, ogres, goblins."

Grom's nostrils flared with excitement as he turned and roared at his followers, "Quickly! Bring the best gnoll warriors and ogre champions! And those goblins too!"

It rubbed its calloused, massive hands together, already calculating the substantial profits this deal could bring.

"Wait a moment!" But Wang Bufu's next words froze him in place: "I want all the slaves except for those of these three races."

The market fell instantly silent. Grom's single eye widened, the skull pendant on his nose ring jingling. He stammered, "You mean not those three races, and all the others?"

Wang Bufu's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "Yes, you heard me right, all of it! As for the price, I believe you won't rip me off, and I guarantee you won't be able to afford the consequences of doing so."

"Mai'er," Wang Bufu called out.

“My lord, I am here.” Mair immediately came to Wang Bufu’s side and took out the emblem of the Church of Wealth.

(End of this chapter)