Cataclysmic Transformation

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The Noah continent is on the road again. The difference is that this time, with the joining of tens of thousands of elf elite troops, carrying various heavy weapons, in addition to this, there is also a special character from the throne The face of the mysterious Necromancer-Klein.

Along the way, the performance of the Seventy-fifth Corps of Goblins opened the eyes of everyone in the Noah squad. These low-powered goblins drove the dreaded combat machinery, opened the road every mountain, bridged the water, a series of standardized and The process of regularization shame all the military.

Soon, he came to the Battalo Plane Prison.

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

The wall made of the hardest star meteorite has been peeled off. The huge wall that is hundreds of meters high stretches for tens of miles, which is full of the sense of history.

In front of the huge castle, all creatures are particularly small.

Outside the huge Batllos Plane Prison, a large group of people has been densely surrounded by adventurers from the major planes and the main planes. There are many of them, with hundreds of thousands.

Due to the destruction of the teleportation points around, there was only one way to go home, which was the plane teleportation point at the Batlos prison.

The swarthy wooden door reveals a fierce breath. Behind the door, there is an unknown destiny, like a fierce beast that chooses to eat.

This is the only way to get in and out of Batlos prison.

With the power of the strong, only one attack is enough to blast this heavy wooden door away. However, even though the road to home is in sight, none of these hundreds of thousands of people has even released one. Ding some magic, to blast this fragile wooden door.

The reason is very simple. Who knows if anything will break out of this wooden door after breaking this wooden door? You must know that the Battalos prison is a taboo in all planes. It is dangerous and full of numerous traps. More powerful ancient guardians guarded, no one wants to die.

Rather than risking the ancient guardians, it is better to expect a powerful adventurer or adventure squad to stand up and open the door with a powerful force, or even open the passage of the Batros plane and let them return carefreely. Major planes.

It is precisely because of this kind of other people's charge that they are picking up the cheap in the rear, so that these hundreds of thousands of people stopped in front of the Batros Plane Prison, quietly waiting for the strong man they expected to appear.

It is a pity that after waiting for so many days, no strong man or adventure squad appeared to break the gate of the Batlos prison. They were all watching, and some even set up tents under the walls of the Batlos prison.

The 75th Legion of the Goblin Empire also came to the outskirts of the Batros Planar Prison and stopped. They quickly found a suitable place to camp and settle down. After a while, they were busy.

Countless goblins shuttled around the camp. They were like precise instruments. The tent should be tented, the food should be cooked, and the people should follow the corresponding procedures. It's going on like it has been practiced countless times.

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

The living area, entertainment area, combat area, etc. are all strictly separated, as precise as instruments.

In the hill not far away, Ron and Pamir stood relatively, and from this angle, the entire Batlos prison could be seen.

However, at this moment Ron's eyes fell on the camp of the Goblin 75th Legion on the plain beneath the hill for a long time.

"Pamir, your army ... the best army I have ever seen ... no one ..."

For a long time, Ron sighed, slowly withdrawing his gaze, his eyes full of envy.

"Your applause surprised me, but why is that? Lord Ron ..." Pamir smiled.

"Because ... your Seventy-fifth Legion gave me the feeling ... neat, united, and orderly ... as if ... as if ..." Speaking here, Ron scratched his head, I don't know how to describe it. .

At this moment, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he blurted out, "Like an ant!"

After saying this, Ron regretted it. He glanced at Pamir secretly and saw him look as usual, then he felt relieved.

"You are right, Lord Ron!"

Pamir was not angry, but there was a serious look on his face, and he silently smiled bitterly, "On the Lord's plane, our goblins are indeed humble like ants ..."

"Because of the weak strength of our family of goblins, no matter how we practice, we ca n’t cultivate a real strong man, so we have to rely on scientific and technological strength to develop powerful combat machinery, systematic, and standardized military training methods in order to stand among the strong Has a firm foothold ... "

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

"Main battle group?"

Hearing the word, Ron shuddered. He remembered the invasion of the Burning Legion. The powerful Expeditionary Army was only part of the Burning Legion, but it almost caused the entire Noah continent to fall into a state of nowhere. How powerful.

Ron hesitated and asked, "The main plane ... what kind of place is it?"

"Weak meat, strong food, survival of the fittest ..."

Pamir summed up the cruelty of the main plane in eight words, "The strong rule all things, the weak only conquer the destiny ..."

"In the main plane, there are countless powerful races, some of them rise rapidly like the sun, radiant, and some fall like meteors, forgotten ..."

After talking, Pamir turned back and stared at Ron ’s eyes, "This is the main plane, the cruel main plane, either salivating in glory or dying in darkness!"

The main plane ...

Ron's thoughts drifted far away. He wanted to ask Pamir, what happened to the undead family on the main plane. Does the Scourge still exist after the death of the Lich King Hermes?

However, Ron's words swallowed to his lips, and now for him, the urgent task is to return to the Noah 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 the Batlos prison?" Ron asked. Speaking of this, he was anxious and a little helpless. The plane passage was already in front of him, but he couldn't go back.

"Let's wait!" Pamir smiled slightly. "Do you know why they are waiting outside? They are not fools!"

Ron groaned a little, and already understood what Pamir meant, "I understand, this is the difference between planting and picking peaches!"

In order to open the plane passage, advanced people must of course deal with various dangers, and even encounter siege by a large number of ancient guardians. Those who enter later do not have to face these dangers, and are relatively safer.

"That can only wait!" Ron smiled helplessly. He hasn't returned home in six or seven years. I wonder if the wives at home are waiting for it?

"what?"

The two said, 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 recognized the familiar figure. It's too rare for a Necromancer wearing a black robe like Ron to be in exile.

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly, "No, not only is he alone, it seems that there are still people coming ..."

At this time Klein had entered the bushes. At this time, a tall man got out of the woods and talked to Klein.

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

"Don't know!" Ron shook his head.

At this time, Ron and Pamir could see that the two had begun to talk, and because they were too far apart, they could not hear what they were talking about.

"What's the matter? This guy Klein ... didn't say he was a lonely adventurer? But it seems that they have known each other for a long time ..."

Pamir murmured to himself.

"I don't know ... I might have met a friend I met ..." Ron shook his head. "It doesn't seem to be strange at all!"

"Also!" Pamir nodded slightly and went out. Who doesn't have a friend or two?

The two spoke for a while. At this time, the tall man who talked to Klein made an unexpected move for both Ron and Pamir. He saw his hand on his chest, kneeling on one knee, and facing Klein saluted.

"what--"

Ron and Pamir were slightly shocked. You know, this action is unusual etiquette in the main plane.

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

"This guy named Klein seems to be acting a little strange. His origins may not be as simple as he said!" Pamir's face sank and said.

"Yes, this is not like the behavior that a lonely adventurer should have! It looks like ... It looks like ... It seems that Klein's subordinates are loyal to him ..." Ron said in a deep voice.

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

Pamir was silent for a moment, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. "It seems that we have to pay more attention to this guy. I hope that before we reach the plane passage, we will not be arrogant ..."