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"Huh-" There was a flash of light, and the head of an adventurer was cut off at once, and the guy "Hmm...... Hmm......" clutched the neck of the lost head and collapsed weakly.

The faces of the people changed greatly, and they were all shocked.

The mechanism of the Batllus Plane Prison is too terrifying, and it is always unguardable, and there are only more than 100,000 adventurers in the Exiled Land who have walked through the square and walked through the corridor to get here.

In other words, more than 200,000 adventurers have already lost their lives in Batllus Prison, and such a high loss rate is worthy of being one of the most dangerous places in the Exile Lands.

At this time, everyone had come to a spacious hall, and there was a wall lamp hanging on the wall of the hall, and the torches on the wall lamp were shining with blue flames, although it was still unusually gloomy, but it was brighter than the darkness just now.

"It should be safe here, right?"

Ron jumped from the goblin tank, his eyes hesitant looking around.

"I think we should be careful!"

Due to the disparity in strength, Pamir was far more cautious than Ron, and he stayed on the goblin tank without coming down, sticking only a head out from under the turret.

At this time, a large army of goblin legions not far away also arrived, and Friga, Rafield, Wendini and others also jumped from the tank.

"Alas, it stinks!"

Frigga frowned and quietly sorted out her clothes, for her, this iron guy called "Goblin Tank" was good, but the interior space was too oppressive, which was a big test for her clean-loving woman.

At this time, the rest of the adventurers also came in 6 consecutive years, with a look of horror on their faces, and when they confirmed that this place was safe, they were relieved, drinking potions, healing treatments, and some were clearing the bad state of their teammates, and they were very busy.

Ron's spiritual sense spread around, making sure that his current position was safe, and when there was no abnormality, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time, he saw a familiar figure.

"Crane?"

Ron's eyes widened, staring at this familiar black robe, full of surprise, how could this guy be here?

Ron's voice also attracted the attention of other people, and for a while, surprise, anger, fear, and all kinds of emotional eyes focused on Crane, and some people even couldn't hold back the murderous intent in their hearts, and directly wanted to tear him apart, especially some adventurers who had lost their teammates.

However, at this time, Klein's appearance was very miserable, his robe was torn in many places, faintly stained with blood, he was covering his abdomen with one hand, and the blood was slowly dripping from the place he was holding, and it seemed that he was not lightly injured.

Klein's face was paler than usual at the moment, he slowly raised his head, saw everyone's eyes, seemed to understand something, and smiled bitterly, "Yes...... I'm sorry, everyone, I ...... As soon as I entered, I was knocked down...... Good...... I managed to escape......

Ron walked over quickly, looked at Klein's wound, and now it was indeed caused by a light bullet, nodded, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll let my teammate naturally High Priest Wendini treat you later!"

"Thank you!" Klein smiled slightly, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Nothing!" Ron patted Klein on the shoulder and smiled kindly, "Welcome back!"

Ron and the Goblin Seventy-Fifth Legion accepted Crane, which didn't mean that the others would let him go, and at this time, a tall barbarian stood up with a "rubbing", his face extremely distorted by anger.

"Fuck it...... You guy killed so many of us, you think you'll be fine if you say sorry?"

The barbarian took out a long-handled axe and slammed it into the ground with a "boom", and a deep crack appeared in the hard stone floor.

Ron took a deep breath when he saw it, although the strength of this barbarian in front of him was not far from him, although it was not far from him, what he was holding in his hand was actually an artifact.

The light of the artifact is more restrained than that of the holy weapon, but the power emitted is heavier, and the patterns engraved on the axe body circulate, as if they are integrated like a natural luster.

Even on the main plane, it is not easy to possess an artifact as a godly powerhouse, and most people use holy weapons.

Crane's smile gradually retracted, replaced by a grim look, and he said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do?" the barbarian cracked his mouth and smiled, his eyes fierce, "Lao Tzu wants to kill you!"

"Hehe, the guy with the artifact......" Crane chuckled dryly, "but it's not so easy if you want to kill me!"

"Then try it!" the barbarian's face sank.

"Wait!"

Just as the two were arguing, a voice stopped him, but it was Ron.

The barbarian stared, "Hey...... Who did I think it was? Dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs, it turns out to be a necromancer!"

"What if I'm a necromancer?" Ron looked like water, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Nothing?" the Greataxe Barbarian smiled, "The undead guys are just a bunch of garbage, since you want to meddle...... Okay, let's go together!"

This time it was not only Crane, but even Ron couldn't hold it back, his hand quietly reached into the space bag, and slowly felt for a dragon bone staff.

"Are you going to fight?"

Seeing this, Rafeld smiled slightly, stood beside Ron, and said lazily, "Then add me, I'm Rafield, the dark dragon of Warcraft!"

"And me......" Haochin also stepped forward, "I am the Beamon Behemoth of the Beamon Clan!"

"And me......" Wendini said.

"And I......," said Delo.

Ron's teammates stood up one after another, each of them being a mid-level powerhouse in the Divine Domain, standing together with great momentum.

Even the colonel of the 75th Goblin Legion, Pamir, waved the white gloves in his hand, and the goblin tank started with true feelings, and the muzzles of countless black holes were aimed at that guy.

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became tense, and the adventurers looked at me, I looked at you, their faces were blank, they didn't know which side they should take.

"You-"

The barbarian was so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick, his team was at the forefront just now, and the casualties were also the heaviest, except for him, the captain, no one could escape.

Seeing that the other party was strong, the barbarian naturally chose to be calm, although his actions seemed rude, but in fact his mind was extremely cautious, otherwise he would not be able to take the position of captain.

At this time, he glared at Klein fiercely, "Phew-", threw down a "good luck for you" and turned around and strode away.

A storm was finally resolved, but everyone was not happy for a while, especially Ron, who was haunted by the barbarians' phrase "the undead are all garbage".

If this is not enough in the previous Noah6, since the Church of the Scourge led by Ron rose like a meteor, no one dares to underestimate necromancers, and necromancy has gained everyone's recognition with its unique and mysterious power.

What the hell is wrong with this world?

"Thank you!"

Crane thanked Ron sincerely, with his strength, he was not afraid of the barbarian, but if he really wanted to fight, he would definitely expose his strength, and in this way, his plan would change.

Of course, Crane's injuries were self-inflicted, and if he hadn't been there, he wouldn't have been able to trust everyone.

"Life Teleportation!"

After Wendini inspected Crane's injury, she immediately used the Life Healing Technique, and a green ripple-like power slowly rippled and went straight into Crane's body, and after a while, the wound on Crane's abdomen disappeared completely.

Crane breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad in his heart, knowing that the painful expression on his face just now was not pretended.

Ron looked at the massive Batlos Prison and worried, "Pamir, I think we've entered the Batllus Plane Prison, but...... Where is the Plane Teleportation Array we're looking for?"

Pamir shook his head, "I don't know, it's my first time here!"

"In the lowest dungeon of Batllos Prison......"

Just when everyone was in trouble about this, a voice came from behind, and the voice was so cold that it did not contain the slightest emotion.

Everyone looked back, but it was the Necromancer Klein who spoke.

I saw him smile slightly, ignoring everyone's skeptical gazes, and said coldly, "Don't ask me how I know, you just have to choose to believe or not believe! If you don't believe me, I can't ......."

Klein was reluctant to say it, and everyone was not reluctant, after all, everyone has their own secrets, and it is normal not to want to say it.

Ron groaned and nodded, "I trust you!"

"Good!" Crane smiled and pointed forward, "Batllus Prison is not a labyrinth, it's not complicated, and there's only one way to the underground, but it's ......"

The corners of Klein's mouth curled slightly, and a trace of coldness appeared on his face, "Whether or not you can make it to the underground floor alive depends on everyone's strength and luck......

Pamir tilted his head slightly, "You mean, we're going to run into the Ancient Guardians of Batllus Prison?"

As soon as the word "Ancient Guardian" came out, the faces of everyone present changed, you know, none of these guys guarding Batllus Prison are fuel-efficient lamps, and they are so numerous that they have no chance of winning if they really fight.

"That's good!" Crane smiled, "Those Ancient Guardians are a bit of a nuisance, but our purpose is not to be their enemy, I guess...... If we're careful, we can get through!"