"Master Jones, you must wait for me...... Gotta wait for me ......."

In the night sky, Dora was still desperately flying westward, almost prostration, but she was still persistent. They were all about to cry.

......

"Come on, you shit!" said Adair, roaring in the night sky, followed by a large group of Bloods.

"Young Master...... Really don't do it, really ...... I beg you!" the butler was still begging.

......

A large number of deacon officers held light crossbows and antidote pills in their mouths, and poured into the pit with poisonous gas. This time, they did not divide their forces again, because there was no need for this.

"Find the Hydra and we'll win! Quick!" exclaimed the Duke of Clermont.

......

"Hurry up, ma'am, they're already in!" Jones hurried back.

"I'm stuck, little bat. Go first. This place is so bad that I can't even go back. Hydra said helplessly.

Jones gasped heavily, glancing back at the dwarves behind him.

The dwarves were holding each other and watching him.

"You go first, go down. The gas is spreading upwards, and we have a hidden exit at the foot of the mountain, from where you get out. Staying here is a dead end. ”

"And what do you do?" asked the keg.

"I'm fine, I'm a Bloodline, and magic. ”

The dwarves all widened their eyes and gasped heavily.

After a brief silence, the barrel took a step back: "Okay, let's go first." You must come out, even if we get out on our own, it will be a dead end. ”

"Find a place to hide when you go out. Jones whispered.

"Good. ”

The barrel turned and left.

The dwarves hesitated in twos and threes, and then turned to leave.

In the blink of an eye, only Jones and Hydra remained.

Turning into a bat, Jones fluttered his wings and said, "Ma'am, you go back, I'll show you the way!"

"Okay, little bat. ”

Wings retracted, Jones quickly burrowed into the gap between Hydra's massive body and the rock wall.

......

"Lord Duke, why don't you spread out? ”

In the midst of the smoke, the Duke of Clermont hesitated for a moment and replied, "Spread out, but not more than ten meters from each other." I'm afraid he still has traps. This little imp is very cunning. ”

"Good!"

A few of the Bloods turned into bats and acted as scouts, while others slowly advanced behind them.

......

"Hurry, ma'am!" Jones flapped his wings and flew ahead.

"Little bat, you wait a little bit for me. It's really not suitable for Hydra, it's so troublesome to move. "The hydra squirmed little by little in the crowded tunnel.

"This way, can you go over here?"

"No, I can't. It's too narrow for my waist to go through. ”

"Then there is no way, we can only break out. ”

"Break out?"

"I know of a place that's just a meter above the ground and you can just hit it out from there. ”

"You even know that?"

"Of course, I dug it with my own hands. The barrel also said I didn't dig it right. This way!" Jones flapped his wings and turned around.

......

Starry night, barren mountains.

At the mouth of the tunnel, a large group of dwarves swarmed out. In addition to carrying their companions, who had fainted from poisoning, they also carried the four deacon officers they had captured.

"Bring explosives and blow up the mouth of the tunnel. The barrel said.

The surrounding dwarves were stunned: "But...... The lord hasn't come out yet. ”

"They're not going to go here, Hydra can't get out. Let's put explosives to make some noise and help them buy time!

"Good...... Good!"

......

"Ahem...... Ahem. Count Dracula covered his lips with his hand and coughed heavily.

The Duke of Clermont and the Count of Messier next to him both looked at him.

"Are you all right?" asked Count Messier.

"It's fine. Count Dracula shook his head slightly, "You go on, leave me alone. I'm just not used to it. ”

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from a distance.

All the deacons officers hurriedly looked in that direction.

"This way!" called out the Duke of Clermont.

All of a sudden, all the bloodlines rushed in that direction under the leadership of Duke Clermont.

......

"What's that sound?" asked Hydra.

"Dynamite, whatever. We move fast. Jones took on a human form and landed on the edge of a rock wall: "This is it, the barrel has been specially reinforced. Ma'am, you should be able to knock out from here. ”

"Okay, I'll try. ”

......

"Lord Duke, this tunnel has been blown up!"

"All go away!"

With a shout, the bloods quickly dispersed. The Duke of Clermont raised a hand and recited the incantation. The magic condensed rapidly in the palm of his hand.

There was a loud "boom", and the whole tunnel flew sand and rocks, which was more powerful than explosives.

"Not open yet!"

"Then do it again!"

"No, in case the whole pit is blown up......"

"Get out of the way!"

......

One roar after another came from afar.

It has to be said that these roars saved the life of Hydra. Because it's hitting the rock wall, there's a lot of movement. If it weren't for the sound being drowned, those blood clans would have already rushed over.

"No——! you can't do it, there's too little space here, I can't do it!"

"Ma'am!

"Roaring ——!"

Strike after blow, Hydra slammed its body against the rock wall. The rock wall was cracked, and there was falling sand and dust everywhere, but it wasn't yet ready to break through.

Sometimes, bad things are good things, and sometimes, good things are bad things. If it weren't for the fact that the barrel had been specially reinforced for fear of collapse, it would have probably been knocked open. It can only be said that the craftsmanship of the barrel is really good.

......

A magic bolt pierced through the gravel at the mouth of the pit and was blown up by the dwarves and flew out, shuttling between the dwarves outside the pit and heading straight into the distance. At night, it's like a shooting star.

A burst of rubble fell, and then, there was no more. The mouth of the pit has been tossed to the point that it is not in shape, but it has indeed been hard blasted open.

The sand and dust dissipated, and the figures of the blood clan appeared.

Duke Clermont stepped on the sand and gravel everywhere, stepped out of it, and looked coldly at the dwarves. Behind him, a large group of blood clans rushed out.

The dwarves' eyes widened in horror and stared at them blankly.

Duke Clermont stretched out his hand and pointed lightly, and the chains on the four bloods who were tied up instantly broke off. Before the dwarves could react, they had already turned into bats and flew back to their camp.

The barrel clenched the hammer in his hand and sighed helplessly: "It seems that these guys are stronger than we thought." ”

"It's over, and the hostages are gone. What now?" the silver hammer was wiping his sweat violently.

"What else can I do? Can you outrun the Bloods?"

"I can't run. ”

"Then there is only a fight. The barrel grinned and smiled eeriely.

Each of the dwarves around was trembling slightly, each one. It was a complex emotion, mixed with fear, excitement, and madness.

Yes, madness. Despair drives people crazy.

Everyone clenched their weapons.

"Rush——! for freedom!" I don't know who shouted, and all of a sudden, the already tense dwarves rushed up frantically from all directions.

"A bunch of idiots. Duke Clermont sneered, swiped his hand lightly, and said softly, "Kill." ”

In an instant, more than a dozen light crossbows were fired, and the poisonous needles roared towards the dwarves. The six or seven dwarves who had rushed to the front had already fallen. However, once the charge began, it could not be stopped. Especially dwarves.

The dwarf behind stepped on the body of his comrade in front of him and continued to rush forward, waving the weapon in his hand like a brute bull.

The Bloodclan drew their swords and rushed forward.

A battle between the dwarves and the Bloods begins.

Have the dwarves fought against the Bloods in a long history? Of course they have been at war. The elite dwarven forces are not lost to the Bloods in the slightest. They have a strong defense, and they are immensely powerful.

However, it's not an elite dwarven unit here, not even a unit. All that can sustain them is freedom and the belief to live.

Silver moonlight swayed.

Blood, sweat, and tears are intertwined. The roar and the sound of fighting echoed through the mountains.

The barrel struggled to hammer a deacon officer, however, the next moment, a long sword had pierced his shoulder from behind.

The Silver Hammer was besieged by two Bloods, and the blade of the sword swept past him like a gale, and the wounds on his body were already increasing, and the blood was spilling wildly. And he hadn't even launched any effective attacks.

A chaotic battlefield, the dwarves waving their weapons in vain, shouting and roaring. They've done their best. The blood clans came and went as freely as the wind, and they were at ease.

A wounded dwarf raised his pickaxe and roared towards Duke Clermont.

Without even looking at it, Duke Clermont instantly raised a hand, and a magical impact was released from his palm. Five meters away, the dwarves who rushed towards him had already been blasted straight away. And he, on the other hand, was still standing in place leisurely.

Behind him, Count Messier, who also didn't make a move, smiled helplessly, wiped his sweat and said to Count Dracula on the side: "It's finally over." But what about your son and Hydra?"

As he was talking, there was a muffled sound behind him.

Turning around, Count Messier suddenly saw the huge hydra rolling down the mountain! yes, straight down. Along with it, there were several huge rocks! Jones turned into a bat and chased after him.

Both Count Messier and Count Dracula were stunned.

"It's not good——! disperse quickly!" Duke Clermont hurriedly shouted.

However, before the deacons could react to what had happened, the shock had already arrived.

A huge mountain rock fell from the sky, and the four blood clans who couldn't dodge were directly hit.

You ask why no dwarves have been hit? There were, but the hydra pushed the stone open at the critical moment, and it was gone. It was a hydra, after all, and it had nine heads and could do nine things at the same time.

Yes, nine things. So not only did it save the dwarves who were supposed to be hit by the rocks, but it also bit six of the deacons and smashed them to the ground!

The huge snake body fell to the ground, and the sand and dust swept away like a wave. The bloods who were not bitten scattered and fled.

"Roaring ——!"

In the night, the nine heads of the hydra rose in unison, letting out a creepy roar.

Jones took on a human form and landed in front of Hydra, picking up the fallen sword and wiping the blood from it with his sleeve.

The wind blew gently past him, raising the black cloak behind him, which had long since broken to pieces.

From afar, he stared at Count Dracula.

This is the Jones that the Earl of Dracula has never seen.

Covered in wounds, bleeding from wounds, and in tattered clothes, his eyes were extremely determined, like a real warrior. Or rather, he had been a warrior and a knight for a long time, but his father never knew about it and never approved of it.

The dwarves gathered around Jones.

The Bloodlines gathered around the Duke of Clermont.

The whole world was silent, and the coldness of the night quickly overshadowed Fang Cai's blood.

The corners of Duke Clermont's eyes twitched violently, twitching violently. For he had found himself under ten of his men. Some were lying on the ground moaning, and some were completely unconscious. In short, they have lost their combat effectiveness.

In addition to the Duke of Clermont, the Count of Dracula, and the Count of Messier, they were accompanied by a total of thirty deacons officers. In just an instant, they had lost a third of their combat power. Although the dwarves have also fallen a lot, this kind of loss is absolutely unacceptable to the Duke of Clermont.

The two sides confronted each other silently.

Several of the deacons officers quickly rushed forward and dragged away their seriously wounded companions.

A Blood Clan officer came to Duke Clermont's side and whispered, "Lord Duke, no one died, but several were seriously injured. ”

"Jones ......"

As soon as Count Dracula wanted to speak, the Duke of Clermont on the side had already raised his hand to stop him: "Okay, this matter is no longer just your family matter. I promise he won't die, but he must be punished for what he did. ”

Count Dracula was a little panicked, and he quickly turned his face to look at Duke Clermont.

Jones's gaze slowly shifted to Duke Clermont.

After a pause, Duke Clermont continued: "As for the specific punishment, it depends on his attitude of admitting his mistakes. ”

Jones sneered, gasping heavily, holding his sword and pointing at Duke Clermont: "Only my adoptive father can let me write a review, and you are not worthy." ”

"Jones!" Count Dracula jerked forward.

"Roar ——!" Hydra quickly opened nine bloody mouths behind Jones and roared back, nine huge hyacinths trembling in the wind.

Count Dracula was so frightened that he hurriedly took a step back. His forehead was covered with sweat.

"Do you think you can win?" said Duke Clermont, looking coldly at Jones.

At this moment, two voices came.

"Plus, maybe we can win?"

"Young Master!"

"Shut up!"

Raising his head, Duke Clermont suddenly saw Adair descend from the sky with a large number of bloods, transform into human form, and join Jones's camp.

"Don't be afraid! this hydra is our own!" shouted, and Adair, who was out of breath, put his arms around Jones's shoulders, stared at the Duke of Clermont opposite, and said, "Brother, I'm not late, am I?"

"It came just in time. Jones replied.

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