Everyone in the Noah Continent is on the road again. The difference is that this time, tens of thousands of goblin elite troops have joined, carrying all kinds of heavy weapons. Besides, there is also a special character from the main position. The mysterious undead god magister-Klein.
Along the way, the performance of the Goblin Seventy-fifth Legion opened the eyes of everyone in Noah's team. These low-strength goblins, driving terrifying combat machines, opened roads in the mountains, built bridges in the water, a series of standardized and The formalized process puts all armies to shame.
Soon, they came to the Bateros Plane Prison.
From the outside, the Batlos plane prison is a huge castle.
The city walls made of the hardest meteorites, the mottled walls have been peeled off, and the huge city walls hundreds of meters high stretch for tens of miles, full of a heavy sense of history.
In front of that gigantic castle, all creatures seemed extremely small.
Outside the huge Batross plane prison, a large group of people has been densely surrounded. They are adventurers from various planes and the main plane. There are a large number of them, hundreds of thousands of them.
Due to the destruction of the teleportation points everywhere, there is only one way to go home, and that is the plane teleportation point in Batlos Prison.
The dark wooden door exudes a ferocious aura, and behind the door, there is an unknown fate, like a fierce beast that chooses people and devours them.
This is the only way to get in and out of Bartloos Prison.
With the strength of all the strong men, only one attack is enough to blow open the heavy wooden door. However, even though the way home is in front of them, none of these hundreds of thousands of people even released a single blow. A little bit of magic, to blast this fragile wooden door.
The reason is very simple. Who knows if something will come out after breaking this wooden door. You must know that Bartlos Prison is a taboo of all planes. It is full of dangers and is full of countless traps. There are more powerful ancient guardians guarding it, and no one is willing to die.
Instead of taking the risk to fight those ancient guardians, it is better to expect a powerful adventurer or adventure team to stand up, open the door with powerful force, and even open the passage to the Bartlos plane, allowing them to return without worry. All major planes.
It is precisely because of this mentality that others charge them and take advantage of the rear, these hundreds of thousands of people stopped in front of the Bartlos plane prison, quietly waiting for the strong man they were expecting to appear.
It's a pity that after waiting for so many days, no strong man or adventure team appeared to break the gate of Batros prison. They were all watching, and some even set up tents under the walls of Batros prison.
The Seventy-fifth Legion of the Goblin Empire also came to the outskirts of the Batross plane prison and stopped. They quickly found a suitable place to set up camp, and after a while, they became busy.
Countless goblins shuttled around the camp. They were like precision instruments. Those who should set up tents set up tents, those who should cook meals, and those who should do what to do. Everyone followed the corresponding procedures to the letter. It's going on, as if it's been rehearsed countless times.
In just a short while, dozens of large tents were erected high, and they were neatly arranged. Each tent was of the same specification and style, and the distance between them was equal, which was more accurate than measuring with a ruler.
The living area, entertainment area, combat area... and other areas are strictly separated, as precise as instruments.
On the hill not far away, Ron and Pamir are standing opposite each other. From this angle, you can see the entire Butlos Prison.
However, at this moment, Ron's eyes fell on the camp of the Goblin Seventy-fifth Legion on the plain below the hill, and he remained silent for a long time.
"Pamir, your army... is the best army I have ever seen... none of them..."
After a long time, Ron sighed, and slowly looked away, his eyes were full of envy.
"I'm flattered by your praise, but why? Lord Ron..." Pamir showed a smile on his face.
"Because... your Seventy-fifth Legion gives me the feeling... tidy, united, and orderly... as if... as if..." Ron scratched his head at this point, not knowing what words to use to describe it.
At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out a sentence, "Like an ant!"
After saying this, Ron felt a little regretful. He secretly glanced at Pamir and saw that his expression was normal, so he was a little relieved.
"You are right, Lord Ron!"
Pamir was not angry, but with a serious expression on his face, he silently smiled wryly, "On the main plane, we goblins are indeed as humble as ants..."
"Because our goblin clan is weak, no matter how we practice, we can't cultivate a real strong man, so we have to rely on scientific and technological strength to develop powerful combat machines, systematic and standardized military training methods, in order to be able to stand among the strong. Stand firm on the main plane... "
Speaking of this, Pamir sighed silently, "However, compared to those powerful main battle legions, our goblin strength is really too weak!"
"The main battle legion?"
Hearing this word, Ron's heart trembled. He thought of the invasion of the Burning Legion. The powerful expeditionary force was only a part of the Burning Legion, but it almost brought the entire Noah continent into a state of doom. This shows the power of the main battle legion. How powerful it is.
Ron hesitated, and asked, "The main plane... what kind of place is it?"
"The strong eat the weak, the survival of the fittest..."
Pamir summed up the cruelty of the main plane in eight words, "The strong rule everything, and the weak have only the fate of being conquered..."
"In the main plane, there are countless powerful races living. Some of them rise rapidly like the sun and shine brightly, while others fall like meteors and are forgotten..."
After finishing speaking, Pamir turned around and stared into Ron's eyes, "This is the main plane, the cruel main plane, either to live in glory, or to die in darkness!"
main plane...
Ron's thoughts drifted into the distance, and he really wanted to ask Pamir, what happened to the undead clan on the main plane, would the Scourge still exist after the Lich King Heremus passed away
However, Ron swallowed his words. Now, for him, the most urgent task is to return to the sub-plane of Noah's continent as soon as possible. After all, the matter of the main plane is too far away for him.
"By the way, when will we enter Bartlos Prison?" Ron asked. Speaking of this, he was a little anxious and helpless. The plane passage was close in front of him, but he couldn't go back.
"Let's wait first!" Pamir smiled slightly, "Do you know why they are all waiting outside? They are not fools!"
After pondering for a while, Ron understood Pamir's meaning, "I understand, this is the difference between planting peaches and picking peaches!"
Those who entered first had to deal with all kinds of dangers in order to open the channel of the plane, and even encountered a large number of ancient guardians' siege, while those who entered later did not have to face these dangers, and were relatively much safer.
"Then we can only wait!" Ron smiled helplessly. He hasn't been home for six or seven years. I wonder if the wives at home are in a hurry
"what?"
As the two talked, Ron's eyes gradually moved down. At this time, a familiar figure came into his eyes.
"Then... isn't that Klein?"
In a semi-open bush below, Ron saw Klein's figure.
"It's him!" Pamir nodded, and he also recognized the familiar figure. Necromancers in black robes like Ron are really rare in the exiled land.
Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, "No, he's not the only one, it seems that someone else is coming..."
At this time, Klein had already entered the bushes. At this time, a tall man came out of the woods and started talking to Klein.
"Who is that guy?" Pamir asked, it was a guy he had never seen before, his eyes were full of doubts.
"I don't know!" Ron shook his head.
At this time, Ron and Pamir could see that the two had started talking, but because the distance was too far, Ron and the others couldn't hear what the two were saying.
"What's going on? This guy Klein... didn't he say that he is a lonely adventurer? But it seems that they have known each other for a long time..."
Pamir muttered to himself.
"I don't know... maybe I met a friend I know..." Ron shook his head, "It doesn't seem to be surprising!"
"That's right!" Pamir nodded slightly, who doesn't have one or two friends when he is away from home
The two talked for a while. At this time, the tall man who was talking to Klein made a move that Ron and Pamir did not expect. He put his hand on his chest and knelt on the ground, facing Klein saluted.
"what-"
Ron and Pamir were slightly taken aback. You know, this action is an unusual etiquette on the main plane.
The two looked at each other, and they could see the astonishment in each other's eyes.
"This guy named Klein seems to be acting a bit strange. His background is probably not as simple as he said!" Pamir said with a serious face.
"That's right, this is not what a lonely adventurer should do at all! It's as if... as if... as if Klein's subordinates are paying their allegiance to him..." Ron said in a deep voice.
"I have this feeling too..." Pamir nodded slightly.
Pamir was silent for a while, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "It seems that we should pay more attention to this guy, and hope that before we reach the channel of the plane, there will be no side effects..."