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Noah 6 and everyone are on the road again, the difference is that this time, with tens of thousands of goblin elite legions joining, carrying a variety of heavy weapons, in addition, there is also a special character, the mysterious necromancer god Magister from the main plane - Crane.

Along the way, the 75th Goblin Legion opened the eyes of everyone in Noah's team, these low-strength goblins, driving terrifying combat machines, opening roads in the mountains and building bridges in the water, a series of standardized and standardized processes made all armies ashamed.

Soon, we arrived at the Batlos Plane Prison.

From the outside, the Batllus Plane Prison is a huge castle,

The walls of Ban Bar have been somewhat peeled off by the walls of the hardest star meteorites, and the huge walls hundreds of meters high stretch for dozens of miles, full of the weight of history.

In front of the huge castle, every qiē creature seemed very small.

Outside the huge prison of the Plane of Batlos, a large group of people had been densely gathered, and it was adventurers from all major planes and the main plane, they were numerous, hundreds of thousands of people.

Due to the destruction of the teleportation points in various places, there is only one way to go home, and that is the dimensional waypoint located in the prison of Batllos.

The swarthy wooden door exudes a fierce atmosphere, and behind the door, there is an unknown fate, like a fierce beast that chooses people and devours them.

It is the only way in and out of Batllos Prison.

With the strength of the powerhouses, just one attack was enough to blast open this heavy wooden door, but even if he saw the way home in front of him, among the hundreds of thousands of people, not one released even a little magic to blast through this fragile wooden door.

The reason is very simple, who knows if something will come out of it after breaking this wooden door, you know, Batllus Prison is a taboo in all major planes, it is full of dangers, it is full of countless traps, and it is guarded by powerful ancient guardians, and no one wants to be sent to death.

Rather than risk your life fighting those Ancient Guardians, expect a powerful adventurer or adventure party to step up and open the gates with great power, and even open the passage to the Batllus plane, allowing them to return to the major planes without any worries.

It was precisely because of this psychology that others charged them to pick up bargains in the rear that these hundreds of thousands of people stopped in front of the Batlos Plane Prison and quietly waited for the strong man they expected to appear.

It's a pity that after waiting for so many days, none of the strong men or adventurous teams showed up to break the gates of Batllus Prison, they all watched, and some even set up tents under the walls of Batllus Prison.

The Seventy-Fifth Legion of the Goblin Empire also came to the outskirts of the prison of the Batllus Plane, stopped, and they quickly found a suitable place to set up camp, and after a while, they were busy.

Countless goblins shuttled through the camp, they were like a sophisticated instrument, the tent should be set up, the cook should be cooked, and what should be done, everyone followed the corresponding procedures to the letter, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

In just a few moments, dozens of large tents were erected high, they were neatly arranged, each tent was of the same size and style, and the distance between them was even, more accurate than measuring with a ruler.

Living area, entertainment area, combat area...... and other areas are strictly separated, as precise as instruments.

In the hills not far away, Ron and Pamir stood opposite each other, and from this angle, the entire Batllos prison could be seen.

However, at this moment, Ron's gaze fell on the camp of the 75th Legion of Goblins on the plain below the hill, and he was silent for a long time.

"Pamir, your army...... It's the best army I've ever seen...... None of ......"

After a long time, Ron sighed and slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyes full of envy.

"I'm flattered by your approval, but why?" ...... Ron, Lord Ron," a smile crossed Pamir's face.

"Because...... How your seventy-fifth regiment makes me feel...... Neat, united, and orderly...... It's like...... It's like ......" Ron scratched his head, not knowing what words to use to describe it.

At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a sentence rushed out of his mouth, "Just like ants!"

After saying this, Ron regretted it a little, and he secretly glanced at Pamir, and saw that his face was as usual, and then he was a little relieved.

"You're not wrong, Lord Ron!"

Pamir was not angry, but his face showed a stern expression, and he silently smiled bitterly, "In the main plane, we goblins are indeed as humble as ants......"

"It is precisely because our goblin clan is weak and weak that no matter how we cultivate, we can't cultivate a truly strong person, so we have to rely on the power of science and technology, research powerful combat machinery, and systematic and standardized military training methods in order to gain a firm foothold in the main plane where there are many strong people......"

Speaking of this, Pamir sighed silently, "However, compared to those powerful main battle legions, the strength of our goblins is too weak!"

"The main battle legion?"

Hearing this word, Ron's heart trembled, he remembered the invasion of the Burning Legion, the powerful expeditionary force, which was only a part of the Burning Legion, but made the entire Noah 6 almost fall into a catastrophe, which shows how powerful the main battle legion is.

Ron hesitated for a moment and asked, "Main plane...... What kind of place is it?"

"The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest......"

Pamir summed up the cruelty of the main plane in eight words, "The strong rule over one qiē, and the weak only have the fate of being conquered......"

"In the main plane, there are countless powerful races, some of them rise as fast as the sun and shine brightly, and some fall like meteors and are forgotten......"

After saying that, Pamir turned his head and stared into Ron's eyes, "This is the main plane, the cruel main plane, either salivating in glory or dying in the dark!"

Main Plane ......

Ron's thoughts drifted into the distance, and he wanted to ask the Pamirs what happened to the undead in the main plane, and if the Scourge still survived after the death of the Lich King Herimus?

However, Ron's words came to his lips and swallowed again, and now for him, the top priority was to return to Noah's 6th plane, after all, the matter of the main plane was too far away for him.

"By the way, when are we going to enter Batllus Prison?" Ron asked, a little anxious and helpless about this, the plane passage was close in front of him, but he couldn't go back.

"Let's wait!" Pamir smiled, "Do you know why they're all waiting outside?

Ron groaned slightly, and he already understood what Pamir meant, "I see, this is the difference between growing peaches and picking peaches!"

In order to open the dimensional passage, those who go first will of course have to deal with all kinds of dangers, and even encounter the siege of a large number of ancient guardians, and those who enter later do not have to face these dangers, and they are relatively much safer.

"Then we have to wait!" Ron smiled helplessly, he hadn't been home for six or seven years, and he wondered if the wives at home were in a hurry.

"Huh?"

As the two spoke, Ron's gaze gradually shifted downward, and at this time, a familiar figure met his eyes.

"That'...... Isn't that Klein?"

In a semi-open bush below, Ron saw Crane's figure.

"It's him!" Pamir nodded, recognizing the familiar figure as well, a black-robed necromancer like Ron was all too rare in the Exiles.

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly, "No, it's not just him, it seems that there are other people here......"

By this time, Crane had already entered the bushes, and at this time, a tall man emerged from the woods and began to talk to Crane.

"Who is that guy?" asked Pamir, a guy he had never seen before, his eyes full of doubt.

"I don't know!" Ron shook his head.

At this time, Ron and Pamir could see that the two had begun to talk, and because of the distance, Ron and they could not hear what they were saying.

"What's going on? Crane...... Isn't it said that they are 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've met a friend I know......" Ron shook his head, "It doesn't seem like there's anything surprising about that!"

"Yes!" Pamir nodded slightly, who doesn't have one or two friends when they're out of the house?

The two talked for a while, and then the tall man who was talking to Crane made a move that surprised Ron and Pamir, and he fell to the ground on one knee with his hand on his chest, and bowed to Crane.

"Ahh

Ron and Pamir were slightly startled, you know, this action is not ordinary etiquette in the main plane.

The two glanced at each other, and they could both see the consternation in each other's eyes.

"This guy named Klein seems to be a little strange, and his origin is probably not as simple as he himself said!" Pamir said with a sinking face.

"Yes, this is not at all like what a lone adventurer should do......! It's like that...... It was as if Crane's subordinates were paying allegiance to him......" Ron said in a deep voice.

"I feel that way too......" Pamir nodded slightly.

Pamir was silent for a moment, a gleam flashing in his eyes, "Looks like we need to pay more attention to this guy, and I hope we don't get too busy before we reach the plane passage......"