At this moment, Mu Hanmo, while outwardly expressing honor, inwardly wished he could turn tail and flee.
After all, the three pairs of eyes behind the lord were constantly fixed on him like thorns in his back, making him feel immensely stifled.
Furthermore, he sensed a chilling killing intent emanating from the void, locked onto him, as if any untoward move would result in immediate decapitation.
Although his own strength was at the peak of the Jun tier, and he commanded several Jun-tier bone dragons and a formidable undead army, his power was indeed substantial.
Such strength was enough to stand in opposition to the powerful Nightfall Kingdom.
Yet, here, he still felt a constant sense of unease.
He could perceive that the one man and three women behind this lord, each likely possessed the power to obliterate him instantly.
This was because the unintentional pressure they exuded was even more intense than what Old Goblin Carter had previously exerted on him.
Most importantly, while the Night Elves harbored animosity towards the Natural Woodfolk, the two races shared a deep historical connection.
He, on the other hand, was a quintessential representative of the dark, evil, and chaotic alignment, an absolute natural enemy of the forces of justice, benevolence, and order.
This adversarial relationship was utterly irreconcilable.
The ultimate outcome of any encounter between them would be a fight to the death.
If Xiao Mo hadn't been present, and without any explicit orders, this necromancer would have likely met his demise long ago.
Xiao Mo, however, didn't concern himself much with these alignment matters.
In his view, alignments were one thing, business was another.
Moreover, the necromancer's ability to transform the deceased into undead creatures and command them to fight for him was something Xiao Mo found both intriguing and wondrous.
Seeing Mu Hanmo's apprehensive demeanor, Xiao Mo smiled knowingly and said, "You wish to purchase my Flood Dragon corpse and those Black Blood Dragon Python corpses? Oh, and a Jun-tier bone blade of the undead!"
"Uh... that's not right. I only wanted to buy the Flood Dragon corpse and the bone blade, I didn't want to buy the Black Blood Dragon Python corpses!"
The necromancer Mu Hanmo was somewhat bewildered.
Hadn't he discussed with the young prince before, stating he only wanted the Flood Dragon corpse and the bone blade?
What use would he have for the Black Blood Dragon Python corpses? He already commanded many undead magical beasts that were once Black Blood Dragon Pythons.
He had originally anticipated a straightforward transaction, but Xiao Mo's words immediately stirred a sense of foreboding within Mu Hanmo.
"Oh? I recall saying I was selling all of them. Did I misremember?"
Xiao Mo raised a hand and scratched his head, appearing genuinely forgetful.
"That... *gulp*!"
Mu Hanmo was about to state that Xiao Mo was mistaken, but as the words left his lips, he noticed the three pairs of eyes glaring at him with ill intent, causing him to swallow his words and his saliva.
"Ah ha... How could Lord not remember correctly? It was I who misremembered! My apologies, Lord!"
Mu Hanmo quickly changed his tune, bowing and apologizing to Xiao Mo.
He no longer harbored any ambitions; his sole desire was to complete this transaction and leave as quickly as possible.
To be honest, whether he could even leave had become an uncertain prospect.
He had absolutely no confidence in his own strength at this moment.
When one's life is not in their own hands, it becomes easy to fall victim to treachery.
It was possible that after the transaction, this lord would simply betray him, and then he would be utterly finished.
Such events were commonplace in the underworld; he himself often engaged in such practices.
After all, with sufficient strength, one could acquire immense benefits without any cost. Who wouldn't want that?
However, Xiao Mo wasn't considering such matters.
His only thought was to find someone to offload all these accumulated corpses and obtain substantial resources.
The Immortal and Demon Reincarnation Pool was just over a hundred Soul Crystals away from reaching level six, and he was in a hurry!
"If that's the case, what price are you willing to offer me?"
Xiao Mo smiled at Mu Hanmo and said in a very gentle tone, "If your price is reasonable, I happen to have a very fresh Jun-tier Black Dragon King corpse!"
The Black Dragon King corpse was naturally one of the guardians of the Dwarf Kingdom, Ojin.
Its corpse was currently stored in the Immortal and Demon Tribe's warehouse.
As Xiao Mo finished speaking, Mu Hanmo's eyes widened, and his breathing grew labored.
A Jun-tier Black Dragon corpse!
This was exceptionally rare. Transforming it into a bone dragon would undoubtedly result in the most formidable among all his bone dragons.
After all, most of his Jun-tier bone dragons were of the sub-dragon or flood dragon lineage; none were true divine dragons.
However, this also filled Mu Hanmo with a sense of dread.
These were all dragon kin!
The Black Blood Dragon Pythons possessed Black Dragon bloodlines, and there was a Flood Dragon, and now a genuine Black Dragon.
What kind of deep-seated enmity did this lord have with the dragon race?
Afterward, Mu Hanmo adjusted his mindset, a subtle excitement palpable within him.
For if he could acquire all these dragon and sub-dragon corpses, the strength of his undead army would undergo a qualitative improvement.
Therefore, he quickly responded to Xiao Mo, "Lord, for the ninth-tier Black Blood Dragon Python corpse, I can offer five hundred Immortal Demon Stones or five Soul Crystals. For the tenth-tier King-grade, I offer a thousand Soul Crystals or ten Immortal Demon Stones. As for the spirit-tier Flood Dragon corpse, I offer four thousand Immortal Demon Stones or forty Soul Crystals!"
"In addition, for that Jun-tier Black Dragon corpse, I offer five times the price of the spirit-tier Flood Dragon corpse, how about that?"
Mu Hanmo looked at Xiao Mo with utmost sincerity and anticipation, as if these corpses were truly worth only that much, presenting himself as fair and just.
Xiao Mo glanced at Mu Hanmo, pondering silently.
Truthfully, he had no idea what price these corpses could fetch; he was relying purely on instinct.
"Cough cough..."
At this moment, Old Carter, who had been silent, cleared his throat and offered Xiao Mo a friendly smile.
"Double the price Mu Hanmo offered, and that would be about right!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Mo understood immediately.
This necromancer was trying to play games with him, and what this old goblin said was likely the true market price.
Hearing Old Carter's words, the necromancer Mu Hanmo felt his heart clench.
If not for Xiao Mo and his subordinates present, he would have likely jumped up and cursed Old Carter's face directly.
Even so, he still glared indignantly at the old goblin and shouted, "Old Carter! If you're going to rob me, can't you at least be less brazen! Even if you took these corpses to the Human Empire or other empires, you wouldn't get such a price!"
Seeing Mu Hanmo still trying to argue, Old Carter glanced at him disdainfully and sneered, "Don't act as if you're about to explode. I've been to the Human Empire and other empires before!"
"If you were to transport these corpses to the Human Empire, the price could be several times higher. It's just that you can't transport them to the central regions right now, which is why I'm giving you a bargain!"
Upon hearing Old Carter's words, Mu Hanmo's face flushed, and he offered a sheepish smile, still trying to argue his case, "This price is still too high. You know as well as I do that even in the Barren Wastelands, a spirit-tier Flood Dragon corpse can only sell for about three thousand Immortal Demon Stones!"
"Hooey! Keep bluffing!"
"You want to buy and sell dragon-related corpses in the Barren Wastelands? Are you dreaming? It's hard enough to get one, let alone over a dozen, including a spirit-tier and a Jun-tier!"
Old Carter relentlessly debunked Mu Hanmo's claims, with an expression that suggested this was his duty.
This infuriated Mu Hanmo to the point of gritting his teeth, his hand gripping his bone staff tighter and tighter, wishing he could use it to smash the old goblin's infuriating face.
It was simply too irritating. The deal was almost settled, yet this fellow had to interfere for no reason.