"If you want to get this kind of precious material, you have to go to the 13th planet, but that's going to be difficult." The shaman who was selling the mask said.
This was a plant-type mask. It was made from a thin piece of leaf. When worn, not only could it achieve a perfect disguise, but it could also change a man's gender, turning a man into a woman.
Han Lang wanted to know the origin of this strange leaf, so the shaman told him about the 13th planet.
"The 13th planet again, what kind of existence is it?" Han Lang asked Ma Zuoji after spending 40,000 star coins to buy the mask.
Ma Zuoji said, "The 13th planet is the holy land of the shaman. It's where the shaman was born, and it's also the graveyard of the famous shamans in history."
"Many magical plants, animals, and minerals grow on the 13th planet. It's the origin of witchcraft, and the most precious materials can only be found there."
Han Lang frowned, "Can I go to the 13th planet?"
"Absolutely not." Ma Zuoji said firmly, "The 13th planet belongs to the Phantom Sea King. The guards there are all warriors from his family. As a human, you can't enter the holy land of the shaman. Even among the shamans, only those with the title of Grand Shaman can enter the 13th planet with the permission of the Phantom Sea King."
Han Lang curled his lips. He had been investigating the dark crystal in Derifis for three days. According to Han Lang's speculation, there must be monsters in the place where the dark crystal is buried.
And in the entire Derifis star system, the place with the most demonic aura is the 13th planet. Everyone has been describing how magical this planet is, but Han Lang just can't go to the place where the dark crystal is most likely buried. This is really a difficult problem.
"If I can't find a way to get close to the 13th planet by tonight, I'll force my way in!" Han Lang made up his mind.
Forcefully breaking into the holy land of the Witch Tribe isn't a good idea, because the Witch Tribe isn't a normal tribe. The people of the Witch Tribe are good at using all sorts of evil techniques. Poison techniques, disguise techniques, illusion techniques, puppet techniques, summoning techniques, et cetera. These evil techniques aren't easy to deal with. Even though Han Lang is already a high-level wargod, he can't guarantee his own safety one hundred percent.
However, there was no other way. Han Lang couldn't keep wasting his time in Delphiz. Even Masoji, who had just started his career, was starting to doubt Han Lang's intentions. In the past three days, he didn't hire a single warrior or buy a single slave. This was very different from what he said when he said he was recruiting death warriors for his family.
"Let's go to the slave market and have a look. Maybe there will be something I need today," Han Lang said to Ma Zuoji.
"Alright!"
Ma Zuoji excitedly brought Han Lang to the slave market. This wasn't their first time here. Han Lang and Ma Zuoji were already familiar with the merchants here. They all knew that Han Lang was here to hire death warriors. However, Han Lang's standards were very high. After three days, he didn't like a single one.
Ma Zuoji went to ask around. Soon, he returned to Han Lang and said, "The people in the market said that there are top quality goods in store 888 today. The Mandala King's personal army was reduced to slaves by the Phantom Sea King. They are being sold at store 888!"
Han Lang was startled. He didn't understand, "The Mandala King is one of the three kings. How can his personal army be sold as slaves?"
Ma Zuoji said, "I'm not sure about that. I heard that this personal army was disloyal to the Phantom Sea King. Although they are the personal army of the Mandala King, they can't just listen to him. All three kings must be loyal and respected."
"Now that they have been reduced to slaves, it's our chance. Haven't you been looking for high level death warriors? Those that can be the king's personal army are all good. If you can buy them, they will be very useful. "
From Han Lang's understanding, the so-called deep relationship between the Witch race didn't exist. For example, Han Lang's brothers were willing to die for Han Lang. This kind of friendship never existed in the Witch race. Even between family members, it was very cold.
Take Ma Zuoji for example. Although the family supported his studies and made him a well-paid guide, more than half of the money he earned had to be given to the family to repay their support. Even when Ma Zuoji went home to eat, he had to inform his parents first. Only when his parents said that he could go home to eat could Ma Zuoji go home. After the meal, he had to calculate the expenses clearly.
It was said that the indifferent character between the Witch race was to nurture their independence. They didn't rely on anyone, even their family. They didn't trust anyone, even friends. Only then could they become qualified Great Shamans.
Han Lang followed Ma Zuoji to shop number 888. The superstitious Witch race also believed in auspicious numbers. This shop was the most powerful in the slave market. It was said that the owner of the shop was related to the Mirage Sea King, so he could always get the most popular goods in the market.
As expected, 24 elite Witch warriors became prisoners. They were still wearing their armor, but they were already shackled and sold in the slave market. It attracted a large crowd in the market.
These Witch warriors had black paint on their faces. They stood upright, and the people around them praised them, saying that they were the best group of slaves since the establishment of the market.
Han Lang found it very funny, because after all, these were the personal guards of the Witch Race's Mandala King, but no one remembered that they had once loyally protected the Witch Race's King. There were even many people who wanted to buy this batch of slaves, but they ran over to look at their teeth, completely treating these warriors like livestock.
It could be seen that the Witch race didn't have a human touch.
"Boss, look at these slaves. They should be able to meet your requirements, right? In our Witch race, the Mandala King and Sha Emperor each have two personal armies, a total of 24 people. Only the Mirage Sea King has three armies, a total of 36 people. "
"Warriors that can enter the personal army are not only strong, but also loyal. It was said that the Mandala King's personal army was specially trained by him, so they have poison resistance." Ma Zuoji kept praising these warriors.
Han Lang was startled. If these warriors had high poison resistance, wouldn't they be able to use drugs like him?
Han Lang who used drugs and Han Lang who didn't have drugs had a huge difference in fighting strength. These 24 people were probably the same.
"4 wargods, 20 high stage quasi wargods. I asked about the cultivation of these slaves." Ma Zuoji quickly helped Han Lang gather information.
"Selling the whole army, not separately. Although the price isn't marked, it won't be cheap."
"Oh no, a distinguished guest of the Mirage Sea King is here to look at the goods. It was said that he is a blacksmith. The Mirage Sea King spent a lot of effort to invite him. I heard that he is going to the sacred land personally to forge a brand new divine weapon for the Mirage Sea King."
"This is troublesome. We can't compete with the guest invited by the Mirage Sea King." Ma Zuoji heard new news and kept rubbing his hands anxiously beside Han Lang.
Other than paying daily expenses, the guide would also get commission from the customer's transaction. These warriors were expensive. If Han Lang bought them, Ma Zuoji would get a huge sum of money. So when Han Lang lost hope of buying these slaves, he was even more anxious than Han Lang.
Han Lang heard Ma Zuoji's words and squinted his eyes. He muttered to himself, "A guest invited by the Mirage Sea King? He is going to the sacred land to forge a divine weapon for the Mirage Sea King? Maybe … "
Just as he was thinking, he saw the blacksmith guest arrive. He was a high-ranking Great Magus, and he was accompanied by a dark-skinned middle-aged man. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His eyebrows were especially thick, like they were painted with oil.
It was easy to determine who was a Great Magus in the Witch Race. The higher the status, the more oil paint and feathers on their bodies. They were colorful and gorgeously dressed.
"That is the most trusted advisor of the Mirage Sea King, Nan Duo. It seems that the Mirage Sea King values this distinguished guest very much." There was a gorgeously dressed Great Magus among the people. Ma Zuoji recognized him and whispered to Han Lang.
The blacksmith with thick eyebrows walked forward and patted the warriors' shoulders. He said happily, "A group of strong slaves indeed. I want all of them!"
Instantly, the crowd was discouraged. This batch of elite slaves was rare. Many people were eyeing them, but this thick-eyebrowed man took the lead. No one could refute him. After all, he was a distinguished guest invited by the Mirage Sea King. If they rejected him, it would be disrespecting the Mirage Sea King. Everyone could imagine the consequences.
Suddenly, at this time, Han Lang smiled and said loudly, "Wait, I like these warriors very much too!"
Swoosh!
The entire place fell silent. All eyes were focused on Han Lang.
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