The orc slave trader pulled down the rag covering the iron cage.
Baring the rust-streaked, oily iron cage, and the rabbit people in it.
These rabbit people were all females, their ragged clothes barely covering their vital areas.
Huddled in corners, their bodies were shivering uncomfortably.
The orc slave trader boasted, "My friend, these rabbits are all young and healthy and are great choices for both labor and as pets. Where else can you find obedient slaves like these? What do you think?"
What a human would do with the rabbit girls was the best known to the slave trader.
If they truly wanted slaves for labor, they wouldn't normally pick these weak rabbits.
Fang Hao said nothing, but circled around the cage.
Looking at the numb, beaten rabbits, he asked: "Are you sure these are healthy?"
The slaves before his eyes didn't look healthy, and they were not as lively as Eira.
The slave trader heard this.
