"Ninety-five thousand."
"Ninety-five thousand, this is the highest single auction price at our Blood Gorge Livestock Trading Market."
A cry of astonishnt imdiately caught the attention of the surrounding rchants, who quickly gathered around to watch the spectacle.
Anything crowned with the title of "best" will always attract attention.
"Good horse! Well-proportioned, fleshy but not thick, both strong and fast, even among colossal warhorses, it’s a horse king-level, an excellent choice as a breeding stallion."
"Even if it’s a horse king, the price is sowhat inflated. The traits of these colossal warhorses won’t pass on to the next generation, there’s only a chance of improving the horse breed, making them stronger and easier to produce heavy warhorses.
But this price is a bit exaggerated, the last ti sothing like this happened was because two horse-breeding families were in a competitive state, forcibly driving the auction price to a sky-high level to seize local discourse power."
"Are you out of date? If it’s purely about improving the horse breed, indeed it’s not worth the price, but what if those warhorses, upon maturity, have a chance to awaken spell-like ability Enlarge?"
"Heavy warhorses with Enlarge ability? Is your information accurate?"
"Go and find out, has any stallion from the Blood Gorge Horse Market sold for less than eighty thousand in the past month? If you’re skeptical, just wait and see, the transaction price for this premium stallion definitely won’t be less than one hundred and fifty thousand, maybe even higher, do you think they’d invest so heavily if there wasn’t sufficient profit?"
"I see, thank you for sharing such a secretive ssage, brother."
"Hey... this isn’t a secretive ssage, even soone like who doesn’t raise horses knows about it, do you think people related to this industry would be unclear?
This stallion is rely the beginning, I believe those breed cattle and sheep related will also be just as good, the more robust they are, the more milk and at they produce, yet the growth cycle is roughly similar."
"One hundred thousand."
"One hundred and ten thousand."
"One hundred and twenty thousand."
"One hundred and thirty thousand."
...
"One hundred and fifty thousand."
"One hundred and eighty thousand."
"One hundred eighty thousand, anyone else offering a higher price? One eighty thousand once, one eighty thousand twice, one eighty thousand thrice, sold."
Among the whispering rchants, the auction continued to heat up and soon concluded at a price double the highest transaction price.
The ones who didn’t win were crestfallen, while the winners were radiant, as if they had acquired a prized treasure.
But such dismay didn’t last long, as another colossal stallion was herded out, sparking excitent once more in preparation for a new round of bidding.
Because the quality of this one was comparable to the one auctioned off earlier, also horse king-level.
Though this ti, the enthusiasm was noticeably lower, ultimately selling for one hundred fifty-five thousand.
Because these rchants couldn’t predict how many stallions would be released at once by Blood Gorge City.
If every single one is a horse king and becos commonplace, then it’d be uninteresting.
Their worries were obviously unnecessary, Blood Gorge City had knowledgeable professionals handling the operation, releasing only three stallions, three breed cattle, and three breed sheep.
The rest were either female livestock or castrated ones.
The forr specifically targeted at farm owners in the livestock industry, while the latter aid at ordinary rchants.
Compared to the forr, the latter was more popular, with greater transaction quantity, cumulatively resulting in a total transaction amount several tis that of the forr.
Rumble!
A clatter of intense hoofbeats approached, a squad of knights ca swiftly, and even from afar, everyone couldn’t help but direct their gaze toward them.
Because they were simply too conspicuous.
They all rode the colossal warhorses peculiar to the Giant Plains, averaging at least four ters in height; even walking, everyone had to look up at them, let alone riding atop matching warhorses.
That scene was like a group of giants entering the Little People Country, most constructions were not as tall as they seated on warhorses.
Although not the first ti to see them, the rchants present couldn’t help but click their tongues in amazent, simultaneously doffing their hats in salute.
For they were the local rulers, Hobgoblin Giants.
Originally, those rchants thought they were rely passing through, unexpectedly, they stopped at the horse market entrance, all the Hobgoblin Giant knights dismounted uniformly, the iron-clad large boots striking the ground with a crisp sound, rging into one.
Even the human rchants couldn’t help but secretly praise—’Impressive.’
It must be said that when not eting these Hobgoblins on the battlefield, they had quite a few admirable traits, especially under the restraint of strict discipline.
They strictly adhered to the laws and regulations they established themselves, never having any bias due to race.
As long as you don’t defy their laws and regulations, you can roam freely here even if you’re a Demon Devil.
But if you disregard their laws, trampling wantonly, even as a Hobgoblin Giant, you’d have to face corresponding penalties.
For now, these laws and regulations are very friendly towards rchants on the route.
As long as they encounter Hobgoblin Patrol on the Conqueror Path, they not only strive to guard the rchants’ safety but also provide every possible assistance.
Though from start to finish, most Hobgoblins maintain an unsmiling, stern deanor.
But that conscientious attitude is sothing that many nations and city guards fail to achieve.
Those traveling the Conqueror Path Giant Plains section for the first ti find it hard to adapt to this situation.
But when it cos to the second, third tis.
Every ti they see those Hobgoblin Patrol, they feel an overwhelming sense of security, their ugly faces seem not as grotesque anymore.
If by chance a Hobgoblin Giant officer is stationed nearby, then the surrounding area becos a safe zone, even camping directly overnight on the road poses no safety concerns—provided it’s at the designated location.
If wantonly damaging the road, or plundering other rchants, then these Hobgoblins turn into the most terrifying enemies.
The leading Hobgoblin Warlord quickly approached the horse market entrance, and with utmost respect addressed a female in traveler cloak: "Blood Claw Theselnor, here to greet the lady."
The female traveler originally mingling among the rchants to watch the excitent, upon hearing the hoofbeats, proactively stepped out, and upon reaching the entrance, her appearance and attire underwent significant transformation.
Tall and well-proportioned, enveloped in blood-colored armor, her face concealed, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes and perfectly curved red lips, indicating that beneath the helt would be exquisitely beautiful features, as she reached the horse market entrance, a red warhorse erged at her call.
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