"Lord Jill, are you alright?" The head maid noticed that Jill's expression was a little strange, and couldn't help but ask out loud, that is, this time, Jill sanity returned slightly, and the red glint in her eyes faded.

"I'm fine, sorry to worry you. Jill took two deep breaths, since being embraced for the first time, his emotions have been getting bigger and bigger, once his mental state is a little unstable, the bloodline of the wolf clan will be ignited, and his strength will skyrocket and his aggression will become stronger......

Seeing that Jill's face improved slightly, the maid nodded and returned to Joan of Arc's side.

"And then?" asked Jill through gritted teeth.

Caine smiled, "As you can see, we were imprisoned in this hellish place, and as for the knights who followed us, I don't know what happened to them, but that bastard should keep his word, right?" ”

With that, Cain fiddled with the broken steel deadbolt on the ground.

Jill crouched down and put his hand on Cain's shoulder: "Hey, don't worry, I know where those guys are kept, they'll be fine......"

On the other side of Versailles, rain was running down the tarpaulin of the tents.

Where the rough dull yellow tarpaulin joined, the rain seeped through the cracks, fell into the tents, and hit the knights. Knights are just nice names, their weapons and armor are gone, and if clothes are not necessary, they will have to face it naked.

As for the British soldiers who were guarding them, they were enjoying refreshments after the rain in the neat little building at the moment. The tin kettle on the stove was steaming, and the porcelain teacups were filled with Germanic tea, and if there was a cake or something on the plate, it would be no different from a cozy afternoon tea.

On a night like this, there are very few soldiers on duty, let alone the big ones.

A few hundred meters from the camp, a man in a poncho looked in the darkness, led by a man who was brushed back by the rain-soaked silver hair, and his deep eyes were a terrible red.

"This kind of night should be the best way to rescue these humans. Vlad III turned his head and looked at Tovel behind him.

Half of the manor's vampires and werewolves stood behind him, and the remaining half were used as a catch, and in order to get them to the vicinity of the camp, Vlad III released at least ten bat clones to ensure that their path would not encounter the men of the Black Prince Edward or the surveillance of Radu.

I don't know why that guy is here, but it definitely has nothing to do with Delacuri. He had not yet spoken to Torvel about it, for it was clear that Radu was his brother, and it was hard to guarantee that they would not think much of the men who had come to Versailles with the Dragon's Thorn at this juncture.

"It looks like the defense is very lax and it takes up to 10 minutes to take it down, but the problem is how do we get these people out. These humans are not the ones who have mixed in with us, and can hide in the homes of the inhabitants of Versailles. Thorville said with a frown.

"Don't worry, I've already investigated, the place where the war horse is held is not far from here, as long as you take a part of the men and horses to attack there and drive the war horse over. Vlad III pointed in the other direction, "However, considering that the horses do not have saddles on their backs, we must buy more time for their escape, and in order to hide their identities, our men also act on horseback." ”

Trotwell nodded, and then passed the order on, and he didn't inform Rongaite when he went out this time, anyway, the guy didn't deal with Vlad, so it was better to let him answer it.

The task of finding the war horse fell to Lancelot, which was also the result of careful consideration by Tovel, and in terms of ability, Lancelot was not inferior to anyone in Worf Castle except him, and his brain was absolutely adequate.

"Is there anything else you should be aware of, my lord?" asked Lancelot, counting the numbers, as he counted the numbers.

"Remember the route I told you, passing through other places may cause unnecessary trouble, from now on you have half an hour to complete your mission, and in ten minutes, I will attack with Viscount Torvel. ”

"Yes, my lord, I see. After Lancelot finished speaking, he led nearly a hundred bloods and ran in the direction pointed by Vlad III. The Bloods ran faster than the galloping horses, and the air currents they generated as they ran swept into the raindrops around them, directly shattering them and atomizing them.

"Lord Vlad. Looking at Lancelot and their distant figures, Thorville said, "That guy named Jill, do we really have to leave him alone?"

Vlad III glanced at Thorwell curiously and said, "Why do you ask this question, it's not like you." ”

"I'm just worried that he's revealing our identities. Thornville frowned, with a hint of worry on his face, "The Blood Pact clearly stipulates that we can't give the first hug to the human race at will, if this matter is known to the Elders, then we will not face as simple as the Black Prince Edward." ”

For the organization that had existed for thousands of years, Thorville's heart was still filled with awe. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he is disgusted with Edward, the black prince who tramples on the "Blood Pact" and the "Precepts".

"Don't worry about this, do the current elders really have the strength to rule the bloodline?How many people are breaking the things stipulated by the blood contract, just tonight, thousands of vampires are holding the throats of humans and drinking blood, think about it, will there be law enforcers to punish these guys?" Vlad III patted Tovir on the shoulder.

He's a law enforcer himself, but how many people have been executed since the day he got the position? Probably less than a tenth of his blood-hunting career. The fact that today's generation has become so unscrupulous has a lot to do with the loss of power of the Presbyterian Church.

"Don't think about it so much, instead of thinking about this, let's think about how many vampires will come and strangle us if that idiot is accidentally exposed. ”

"Yes, my lord, I see. Thornville nodded.

Ten minutes were fast in time, and Vlad III pulled the kiss of the goddess of victory from his waist and looked at Tovel. The two of them walked at the front of the line, stepping on the stagnant water under their feet, and by this time, they no longer cared if their identities would be revealed, because tonight, there were not too many people alive.

Qing Yue's sword light tore through the barricades around the concentration camp, which were so fragile as the kiss of the goddess of victory against the blood clan's alchemy weapon.

There were not even a few British troops on duty in the huge camp, and it was not until Vlad III and they reached the center of the concentration camp that they were discovered by the British soldiers who came out to pee.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The panicked British soldiers shouted so loudly that they even forgot to fasten the belt of their trousers. Before he could draw his weapon, the blade had already pierced his chest.

Tovel pulled the light of Rome out of the chest of the dead British soldiers, then raised his head and shouted: "My lord bless, victory will be to France!"

Behind him, hundreds of blood clans shouted the same, and suddenly, the quiet concentration camp boiled over.

"Blessed by my lord, victory will surely belong to France!"

"Blessed by my lord, victory will surely belong to France!"

The tent was torn in the heavy rain, and the knights, dressed in ordinary clothes, rushed out of it shouting loud slogans, and at the same time, the British troops who had come to their senses occupied the commanding heights, drew their longbows and planned to suppress them with a rain of arrows.

"It's raining hard enough tonight, and any more will bring flooding, which won't be good......" Vlad III suddenly appeared at the top of the building, although this building is only three floors, it is not easy to climb on such a rainy day.

Before the British soldiers on the roof could react, a bright sword light passed by them. Vlad III waved the kiss of the goddess of victory, casually as if to repel mosquitoes and flies, but where the blade passed, one longbowman after another fell weakly, and blood flowed from the small cut in his neck.

The knights who rushed out were not idle, they picked up weapons from the corpses of the British soldiers from the ground, and then joined the battle against the concentration camp. Although Edward, the Black Prince, promised not to harm their lives, he did not say that he would not abuse them. These days, the British army will always provoke these people, intentionally or unintentionally, and if they resist, they will be arrested and tortured.

Now that the opportunity for revenge has finally arrived, how could the people of the Order let it go so easily?

"Victory will definitely belong to France, Knights, Charge!" Although there are no war horses, these people are still Xiaoyong's warriors, even if they haven't had a good rest for a long time, they can still burst out with a considerable degree of fighting spirit. Tovel's men mixed with the Knights' men and stormed the stronghold surrounding the camp, where most of the British were still asleep and could not stop the Knights' anger from erupting.

After finishing the longbowmen on the roof, Vlad III jumped straight down from the building, he stood in the chaos of the crowd, and grabbed one of the soldiers of the Knights: "Hehe, calm down, who is your current commander?"

The soldier who was captured by Vlad III looked at him curiously, but still said the answer he wanted: "Now we are led by the deputy captain of the sixth detachment, Lagrange, what are you asking for?"

"To get you out. Vlad III patted the soldier on the chest, "Take me to him, I have something to tell him, it is about Gilles de Ray." ”

"It turns out that you are the reinforcements brought by Lord Jill, come with me. With that, the soldier took Vlad III's arm and led him in the direction of Lagrange.