Hearing Pamir's voice, the goblin commander froze for a moment before turning around. At this moment, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Colonel Pamir, why are you here... you're still alive? My God... that's great... I thought you were eaten as a snack by a strange beast..."
The two ran over quickly and hugged each other fiercely, laughing and screaming, looking excited.
"Everyone come out and see, our dear Colonel Pamir is back...he's alive...still alive...hahaha..."
One after another, the goblins poked their heads out from the iron lump with iron pipes and the iron lump that could fly into the sky. When they saw Pamir, their expressions were both surprised and happy.
Those goblins wore semicircular helmets on their heads and wore large green combat uniforms. The goblins who stepped down from the gunship had a pair of goggles on their helmets and wore blue combat uniforms.
"It's the leader..."
"Master Leader..."
When those goblins saw Pamir, they all saluted. It seemed that Pamir was their boss.
Pamir thumped Pivian's shoulder hard, "Hehe, you boy, your command is not bad, I was worried that after I disappeared, you, the deputy commander, would bring my Seventy-fifth Army to Going to the pit... Yes, the tactics to annihilate the psychedelic piranha this time are well organized... "
"Hehe..." Pivian scratched his head embarrassingly, and smiled, "This is all because of your good teaching, Colonel... the brothers of the Seventy-fifth Legion united with each other, so we came all the way here..."
"By the way, Colonel, why are you here?" Pivian asked, staring at Ron and the others who came forward with vigilant eyes.
"They saved me..."
As Pamir said, he told the story of Ron saving him.
While talking, Ron began to look carefully at these goblins. Each of them was wearing a straight military uniform. Although they were short in stature, they looked very heroic. The goblins En met in Shenandoah were different. These goblins appeared to be more noble and civilized.
The strength of each of them is not high, except for their colonel leader Pamir who has the strength of the sanctuary, Lieutenant Colonel Pivian, who is the deputy commander, only has the strength of a master-level strongman, and the strength of ordinary officers It's even lower, generally they are at the soldier level, and there are not many strong teachers at the division level.
To say that with such strength in the Exiled Landlord Plane, it is simply the existence of being instantly killed by alien beasts, but these goblins have something different.
Goblin tank, a ground-to-ground combat tool, eight pairs of road wheels, covered with iron armor, equipped with a 105mm rifled gun on the turret, with powerful firepower, driven by two goblins, driven by crystal energy.
Goblin helicopter, an air combat tool, can attack air and ground, equipped with Gatling 15mm heavy machine gun, air and ground missiles, flexible control and fast speed.
There are also goblin artillery, goblin heavy machine gunners, goblin snipers, etc., which have become a mature and powerful military system. Their specialization in machinery far surpasses other races. One of the reasons why the main plane can gain a firm foothold.
The strength of the goblins is low, and the strength of the sanctuary like Colonel Pamir is already the best in the empire. He has the elite power of the 75th Legion and is sent by the king to perform tasks in the exile.
At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Pivian gave a military salute with a bang, "Reporting to the commander, the Seventy-fifth Legion of the Goblin Empire has assembled, please instruct..."
"Um!"
Pamir nodded, and in front of Lieutenant Colonel Pivian, he responded to the temperament of a superior. He turned around, looked at Ron, and showed a smile.
"Master Ron, thanks to your care all the way, I finally returned to my legion..."
Pamir gave a military salute, "Now, as the head of the Seventy-fifth Army of the Goblin Empire, I formally invite you to go with me..."
Ron thought about it for a while, and quickly agreed to Pamir's request. Since they have the same goal, which is Bartloos Prison, why can't they go together
Ron was about to speak, when suddenly, a strange idea appeared in his mind, with a powerful and cold aura, mixed with a trace of unfriendly, even hostile killing intent.
This breath is extremely dangerous!
Ron's hair stood up with a "shua-" and at the same time, he responded quickly.
"Who? Who's there! Get out!"
Hearing what Ron said, everyone in Noah's team tensed up, and even Colonel Pamir took a step back, pressing his grip with one hand, and looking around nervously.
He knew that some powerful men with terrifying strength could come around them without anyone noticing.
"Hehe, very vigilant, I just breathed a little harder, and I was discovered by you unexpectedly!"
At this time, a voice came out slowly and faintly, with a unique magnetism. Immediately afterwards, a cloud of black mist emerged in front of Ron, and an unusually pale, young, and strange face was slowly revealed.
"Necromancer?"
Ron's complexion changed. He didn't expect that the one who appeared suddenly was actually a magister of the undead god like him. He was wearing a black robe of the undead, with a black hood covering his head, revealing a young, demonic figure. Very pale face.
Like Nicole, this guy is from the undead family from the main plane. Seeing the undead suddenly, Ron felt warm in his heart, feeling an indescribable intimacy.
The undead god magister who appeared suddenly glanced at Ron and narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't express anything in particular.
At this time, he looked at Pivian and said with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Mr. Pivian, I think I've already told you that we have no other choice but Bartlos Prison. If we continue to waste time here, it will be bad for you and me..."
"Yes, Mr. Klein, I understand this, but..." Pivian looked a little embarrassed, he glanced at Pamir, and said hesitantly, "Now our army commander, Colonel Pamir, has returned..."
"Regimental Commander? Colonel Pamir?" The man named Klein frowned. He lowered his head slightly, and his high collar covered half of his face.
"That is to say, you have lost command of this army, right?"
The young man named Klein took a deep look at Pamir. He knew that this goblin had a higher position than Pivian, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his expression.
"Then, Lieutenant Colonel Pivian, my cooperation with you is meaningless, and Klein will leave now!"
"Wait a minute, this... Lord Klein..."
When Klein was about to walk away, Pamir stopped him.
At this time, Pamir already knew from Pivian that the undead magister named Klein in front of him was a lonely adventurer, in order to return to the main plane through the passage of the Barlow plane.
Pivian also learned of the conspiracy of the Red Silk Army through his mouth.
Klein stopped in his tracks.
Pamir also had his own considerations. At this time, he showed a friendly smile, "Master Klein, as you said, we share a common goal. With a strong person like you joining us, I believe that we are dealing with Bartlos. The ancient guardians of the prison also have a little more power..."
After hearing Pamir's words, Klein hesitated, "That's right, since the treasure of the Red Silk Legion has been proven to be a complete lie, we can only choose to go back, but according to the current situation, we should unite as one to get through Working hard on the space channel of the Bartlos plane... ”
"It's not wrong, otherwise, who would want to stay in this shitty place..."
Pamir smiled and said, "That's right! I invite you to join me as the head of the Seventy-fifth Legion of the Goblin Empire! During the cooperation period, all the soldiers of our Seventy-fifth Legion took care of everything..." Pamir Mir smiled and turned to Ron, "This is Lord Ron, just like you, he is also a necromancer. You are practicing the same department of power, I believe there will be some common language..."
"Hello, Your Excellency Klein!"
Ron bowed slightly, took the initiative to salute, with a humble demeanor, he could feel that the other party had a powerful force no less than his own.
Klein glanced at Ron, said "Oh", nodded lightly, and greeted him, and said proudly, "Your Excellency Ron, what race... are you from?"
"I'm a human!" said Ron.
"Human?" Klein frowned slightly, then smiled, "You have cultivated undead magic to this level as a human being, which is considered pretty good, but it's a pity that you will never be able to use undead magic to the fullest." At its most powerful…”
"Why?" Ron asked curiously when he heard such an argument for the first time.
"Because you are a human being!"
After Klein finished speaking, he lost interest in talking to Ron. He stretched out his black robe, and his body disappeared in place. At this moment, his faint voice came from the air.
"Mr. Pamir, as far as I know, countless adventurers are already on their way to the Bartlos plane prison. If you can't hurry up, then face those powerful ancient guardians alone..."
"Yes, Lord Klein, let's set off right away!" Pamir gave a military salute, his voice full of respect.
At this time, Fu Lijia approached Ron and frowned, "Ron, why do I feel that this guy looks like a stinky fart, are all necromancers from the main plane so arrogant?"
"This..." Ron shrugged helplessly, "Maybe he is very strong?"
Laffield also leaned over and said in a low voice, "Ron, I seem to be a bit confused about his strength. Tell me, if you match up with him, who will be stronger?"
Ron pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't fought against a necromancer of the same level either!"
"In other words, you are not sure about dealing with him anymore..." Lafield looked at Klein's back in the distance, and said to himself, "This guy is a trouble after all, I don't know if it is my illusion, I always feel that he is right We seem to be… somewhat hostile…”
Ron sighed, and didn't continue talking about Laffield's topic. In fact, he also felt that this Klein had a very familiar aura, as if he had met him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it. …