"Who are you?" asked the Duke of Clermont, gritting his teeth.

"You don't need to know who we are!" replied Adair in a loud voice, "All you need to know is that we are Jones' reinforcements!"

"His name is Adair Sambo. Son of Prince Louis Sambo. Count Dracula said from the side.

Adair nearly choked to death: "Hell, your father betrayed me. ”

"That's what he does. Jones replied with a blank face.

"I know now why you hate him so much. ”

"The Sambo family?" the Duke of Clermont looked suspicious, "Does the Sambo family want to intervene in this dispute? ”

"No, you're wrong. There is a relationship, and a lot of relationship. Jones is a member of my brotherhood!" Adair put Jones on his arm and drew his sword at his waist with the other, pointing at Duke Clermont, and shouted loudly: "How can I sit idly by while you do something to the members of my brotherhood?

"Young master!" the butler hurriedly shouted.

"Shut up!" said Adair, snarling sideways.

The corners of Duke Clermont's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled slowly: "Your butler doesn't seem to agree with you." ”

"What if he doesn't agree?" Adair's eyes widened, and he shouted stiffly, "He's just a butler, I'm the young master!"

"Young Master!"

"Shut up!

The housekeeper was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth.

"I know your father, too. I will take you down in a moment, and I will personally send you to him. ”

"Let's wait until you can win!"

Duke Clermont raised his hand, a gesture of preparation for battle.

The officers of the Board of Deacons quickly rebranded their light crossbows and pointed them at the crowd.

All around, the Bloods brought by Adair all widened their eyes and became a little timid.

Adair hurriedly shouted, "Double the bounty! This is my order, I will bear the shield!"

After shouting, Adair had already let go, and ran to the back with a puff of smoke. The blood clans he brought over hurriedly propped up their hands one by one and chanted incantations. Dozens of shields were scattered in front of us.

Jones is still at the forefront. The dwarves are fine, after all, they can hide behind the shields of the Bloods. It's just that Hydra is a little embarrassed.

It was so big that even if it curled up and twisted itself to try to get the shield to cover it, there were still a lot of gaps.

The Duke of Clermont maintained a gesture of raising his hand.

The whole world was silent, and both sides held their breath.

How much longer?

Jones silently glanced up at the sky.

It should only be about 12 o'clock in the evening, and it will have to last at least three hours. Yes, three hours, at least. It's only been two hours since I worked so hard just now. Maybe even four hours, five hours, maybe even dawn without an answer...... He had to prepare for the worst.

However, the situation has become like this, and it seems that he can no longer do anything.

Turning his face sideways, the Duke of Clermont whispered to Count Dracula, "Your son, leave it to yourself." ”

"Good...... Good. Count Dracula nodded.

Turning his gaze back to Jones, Duke Clermont's raised hand slashed, "Go!" and took a quick step back.

With the sound of ejection, countless poisonous needles poured towards the Jones camp!

No one knows how many poisonous needles the Hydra has hit in one go, many of which hit the shield held up by the Bloodline, but many have leaked.

Several dwarves fell. The hydra let out a hysterical wail, and then the nine heads frantically "stabbed" out towards the opposite side. In the process, he even swept down several of his own bloods and dwarves.

The officers of the board of deacons threw away their light crossbows and fled in all directions.

The fierce battle began again.

The dwarves took up their weapons, roared and rushed forward.

The bloods brought by Adair also drew their swords and poured up from both wings.

In contrast, the congregation of deacons is much more trained.

Duke Clermont turned into a bat and flew into the sky, commanding from the center.

Count Dracula rushed straight towards Jones.

Count Messier drew his sword and charged at Adair.

Hit by the poisonous needle, the crazy hydra stretched out the nine snake heads, searched around for the officials of the deacon's board, opened its bloody mouth, and bit it directly. The massive body rolled wildly on the ground, crushing everything that came in its path, whether it was stones or trees.

Even their own people must try to stay away from the Hydra.

It's a pity that its movements are a little slower than those of the Blood Clan. It's more of a deterrent.

The officers of the Board of Deacons sometimes turned into bats and maneuvered back and forth in the air, attracting the attention of the Hydra, and sometimes they took on human forms to launch a surprise attack, which was as fast as a series of lightning.

If there was only a hydra, if it hadn't been covered by the bloodline brought by the same swift movement and Adair, it would probably have been consumed alive here.

Although Jones's side had an absolute numerical advantage, there was no doubt that it was still a battle of weakness and strength. The scene was chaotic to the extreme.

In the blink of an eye, Count Dracula had come to Jones's side, and reached out and grabbed Jones.

Jones quickly ducked and pointed his sword at his father. Staring at Count Dracula.

"What? are you going to do it to your father?" roared Count Dracula.

"So what! aren't you doing it to your own son?" Jones snarled in response.

There is no room for manoeuvre.

Count Dracula decisively drew his sword and walked towards Jones.

Jones stepped back step by step, but still maintained an aggressive stance.

"Drink!" With a loud shout, Count Dracula stepped forward and slashed at Jones with a horizontal slash.

Jones bent down nimbly and flashed, and then, in Count Dracula's stunned gaze, a straight stab struck Count Dracula's abdomen. Even after dodging, the sword still stabbed against the abdomen.

In an instant, Jones was behind Count Dracula, and then he struck back with a sword. There was not the slightest pause, not the slightest hesitation.

If it weren't for the fact that Count Dracula was much older than Jones, and his reaction and speed were much stronger, I am afraid that the victory and defeat would have been divided between these two swords. How long had Count Dracula not held a sword, even he had forgotten about himself. Jones is the man with a thick sword cocoon in his hands.

"Order your men to lay down their weapons!

"Dream on you!"

"I'll kill you rebel!"

"Come on! Let's have a good fight! Let's see who kills whom! Didn't you say that I couldn't accomplish anything? I'll let you see how I can't do anything today!"

Jones was merciless with every sword, and Count Dracula did his best.

For a while, the father and son went back and forth, and the battle was a draw.

At this scene, Duke Clermont, who was commanding in the sky, was a little stunned.

Who would have thought?

Normally, Jones would have been defenseless. But he can draw the game. It is not too much to say that it is even superior. Because Count Dracula was already a little panicked.

Count Dracula's sword was faster and more ruthless than Jones's from any angle, however, Jones was always able to strike at Count Dracula's weaknesses with precision, leaving him struggling to defend. Even at a critical moment, with a slight flick, defuse Count Dracula's offensive.

This is something that has been cultivated through years of conquest.

For a good swordsman, reflexes, speed, and accuracy are only part of the story. Above that, the mysterious and the mysterious is called "intuition". The intuition to anticipate the opponent's offense and defense can even be called the body's intuitive response. That's something that can only be obtained through a hundred battles. Count Dracula doesn't have it on him, but Jones has it. Relying on this, he made up for his lack of reflexes and speed.

On the other hand, Adair, who faced Duke Messier, was not so lucky. However, he also has his own way.

"Whoever is here to help me stop him! Block! I'll give you three thousand gold coins!"

"I'm coming!" a Bloodclan rushed out of nowhere, taking the sword cut down by Count Messier. Immediately afterwards, he was rushed out by Count Messier with magic.

"One more, no! two! three thousand gold coins each!, help!" said Adair, screaming as he flew around the Hydra, throwing money back as he flew. The Count of Messier chased after him closely, but no matter how much he chased, it was always a little bit behind. Because when it mattered, someone came out of nowhere to save Adair. Sometimes it's the blood, sometimes it's the dwarf, sometimes it's even the hydra sweeping its tail and forcing Count Messier out of the way.

"Help, 10,000 gold coins, help me kill the girl!"

"Help! Someone more! I'll give you 20,000!"

"Help! 100,000 ——!"

Adair's screams rang out one after another.

Count Messier chased after him vigorously, and he was already exhausted and panting, but he still couldn't do anything about Adair. On the contrary, Adair's men became more and more courageous.

"For the sake of the young master——!!

"Rush ——!"

The chief guard rushed forward with his men and horses, and killed a group of deacons including the Count of Messier, who were caught off guard and could only flee in all directions.

It's really hard to kill now, especially with the Hydra to assist in the attack. Even if the deacons have a huge magical advantage, it is difficult to use it.

Flicking Count Dracula away, Jones fell to Adair's side, gasping heavily, staring at his father in the distance, who was also gasping heavily: "Your men are pretty good!"

"Can it be worse? I just spent three million gold coins!three million gold coins!" Adair cried out through gritted teeth, "If I lose, they won't get a dime!"

"Three million, what are you doing?" Jones was shocked.

"Do you believe me when I say run for your life?" replied Adair in a trance. At this moment, Adair's heart was undoubtedly dripping blood.

There is no doubt that this should be the most expensive fight he has ever had.

The Hydra was still raging on the field, the nine heads flailing frantically back and forth, each blow full of force.

The Count of Messier was already entangled and had no time to deal with Adair.

Count Dracula was killed again, separating Jones from Adair.

Jones fought and retreated, using his swordsmanship advantage to contain Count Dracula.

Adair wanted to go up and help, but after thinking about it, he forgot it, stepped aside and shouted: "Add 10,000 gold coins to everyone!

Maybe this is the true embodiment of Adair's strength, and all of a sudden, the morale of his subordinates has risen again.

"These imps...... It's a bit tricky. "Duke Clermont, who was flying in mid-air, took on a human form and fell to the ground. Stretching out his hand, a light crossbow that fell to the ground quickly flew up and landed in his hand. With a touch of his left hand, he pulled out a whole handful of poisonous needles from under the light crossbow.

In the midst of the chaos, he stepped forward step by step, walked in the direction of the hydra in the center of the battlefield, opened his mouth slightly, and recited a spell.

The poisonous needles in his hands immediately levitated and lined up in a row. Dark red magic condenses on the poison needle.

One of the dwarves noticed his move, and quickly swung the hammer in his hand and roared at him. But before the dwarf could get closer, a shield was erected between him and the Duke of Clermont, and it bounced him back.

Duke Clermont gently guided with his fingers, reciting a new incantation, and one of the poisonous needles quickly ejected, instantly piercing one of the heads of the Hydra.

Silently, in the night, you can't even see the wound, you can't see the blood. But with just one blow, the head of the snake that was hit was already crumbling. The other eight heads were also stunned, and looked at Duke Clermont in unison.

Hydra is the center of the battlefield and the most conspicuous on the battlefield. In an instant, everyone else looked towards Duke Clermont.

Both Jones and Adair froze.

Count Dracula looked back slowly.

There was no pause, and immediately after, two poisonous needles, silently, still stabbed the same snake's head. The head of the snake that was stabbed fell with a bang, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust.

"Roar——!" The remaining eight snakeheads flew wildly towards Duke Clermont.

Duke Clermont tapped his toes lightly and quickly retreated, and at the same time, chanting the incantation, three more poisonous needles shot out. Another snake head lost consciousness and fell to the ground. There were only seven snakeheads left, struggling wildly, chasing after them. It's a pity that the blood clan wants to run, and Hydra can't catch up no matter what.

"Help me keep my father in check. ”

"What did you say?" said Adair, quickly turning his face sideways.

There was no answer. Because Jones had already rushed out in the direction where the Duke of Clermont was, in the distance.

Adair and Count Dracula looked at each other silently.

Turning around, Adair pointed at Count Dracula and shouted, "Who will stop him for me!

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