Delisha City.
Sol and his group rushed back to the territory at the fastest speed.
Just outside the territory, a number of slave traders immediately came up to greet them.
They were well aware of Sol's strength and firmly believed there would definitely be some spoils.
But none of them expected Sol's face to turn dark the moment he saw them.
After glancing at them, he rode his Horse Beast away without a second look.
The long line of their team sped by, obviously something urgent was going on.
"What happened to them?"
"It must be that the attempt to capture Beastmen went wrong."
"How is that possible? There were three teams! Besides, I heard they found the weakest Sheep Beastman."
"Anything can happen."
"..."
A few slave traders muttered to themselves. In no time at all, they saw Sol's larger squad approaching, without any Beastman following behind the mercenaries.
The slave traders exchanged glances, then hurriedly stepped aside.
