"Lord Clermont! Lord Clermont! Oh no!" a voice came.

Count Dracula and the black-haired Bloodclan hurried from the room to the balcony.

The brown-haired blood clan who was originally standing on the balcony, with the highest official position on the scene, and was known as the Duke of Clermont, glanced down slightly.

A member of the Board of Deacons turned into a bat and flew over from a distance, flapping its wings, taking human form and landing in the clearing below the balcony. The black robe was in tatters. The wounds can even be clearly seen in the broken areas, and the blood can be seen. It was as if a big war had just been experienced.

The eyes of all the deacon officers present could not help but widen.

"What about the others?" asked Duke Calemon softly.

The deacon's clerk hesitated and said, "We'...... We were ambushed. ”

"Ambushed by Hydra?"

"Not exactly, and dwarves. ”

"Ambushed by a group of slaves?" Duke Calemon snorted coldly, jumped straight from the balcony, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, assemble ——!"

All of a sudden, all the Blood Clan officials roared towards here.

On the balcony, Count Dracula was still a little confused.

"Don't worry, it's just the little things. The black-haired Bloodclan standing beside him said lightly, and jumped off the balcony with him.

......

When the Duke of Clermont arrived at the mouth of the tunnel, he happened to see five other deacon officers supporting each other and coming out of the tunnel in embarrassment.

"What about the other four?"

"I don't know, it seems...... It seems to have been caught by them. One of the officers hesitated: "They actually blocked the cave with a hydra." And this place is not familiar to us at all. ”

"You were injured by a hydra?"

"No, it's a dwarf. ”

"You've been wounded by a bunch of dwarven slaves, and what about your magic shield?"

"Yes, but...... I feel like they're all crazy, I've never seen such a crazy dwarf. And it looks like they have a unified command. ”

The officers who came out of the tunnel were all distracted, and they were all about to be scared out of the psychological shadow.

Clermont took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "Count Messier." ”

"In!" it was the black-haired Bloods who stood beside Count Dracula as a matchmaker.

"Change the entrance, you and I will take half of the people in. These tunnels should all be connected. ”

"Do you want to go in?" Count Messier was stunned: "Maybe...... Maybe we can smoke them out? If we can force them out, that's fine. ”

"Do you know how many exits there are, do you know what the structure is like inside?"

"Uh...... I don't know. ”

"This is a pit, not a cave. If we smoke it, they'll laugh out loud. We are the Bloods, and the other side is Hydra and Dwarves. They must be thinking about dragging their feet now. This place has day and night, sunrise, which will be very bad for us. We have to solve it as soon as possible. ”

"Yes. ”

"A few of you, follow Count Messier. Come with me, a few of you. ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

After a brief assignment, the deacons quickly divided into two groups, bypassing the entrance of the pit in front of them and heading towards the other pit entrances.

Halfway through, Count Messier stopped, grabbed Count Dracula, and asked in a low voice, "He just said that there is unity of command." Your son fought?"

After thinking about it, Count Dracula nodded.

"How many times?"

"It's not very clear, he seems to have participated in many battles under the Lich King, probably ...... Hundreds of times. ”

"Hundreds of times?" the corners of Count Messier's mouth twitched slightly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I, I don't know. All I know is that he went to war. Count Dracula hesitantly said, "It must be just a coincidence, he is only a child, and he has no ability." ”

"Yes? You said that before, and now we've got four people arrested. Messier had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep going.

Count Dracula took a deep breath and hurriedly followed.

A naughty boy who has fought hundreds of battles, and may have commanded hundreds of battles, is that still just a naughty boy?

Those who have been on the battlefield and those who have not been on the battlefield are completely different things. If the other party has never been on the battlefield, then what he is right now is a hydra, a rabble of dwarven slaves, and a blood urchin. They can handle it as they please.

But if that Blood Urchin has been through a lot of battles, and has a favorable terrain, and has the complete allegiance of a group of dwarves...... Hehe, then this could be an army.

......

At this moment, Jones was sharpening his knife in the cave.

The four Bloods were chained so tightly that their mouths were gagged. Even twine is tied around their fingers to prevent them from using silent magic.

"What's next?" Silverhammer whispered, "We have hostages now, can we use them to blackmail?"

"That's the next move. ”

"What about this trick?"

"Let's try this trick with them first. Our aim is to delay time, and if we delay enough, we win. ”

"Okay. Lord, we listen to you. The dwarves all gave Jones a thumbs up.

......

Standing at the mouth of the cave, one of the Bloods, who had just escaped from it, held a torch and introduced to Count Messier: "It's dark inside, there's almost no light. We can't see anything, we have to carry torches. And even with torches, you can only see a little distance around you. ”

"It's dark?"

"Yes. ”

"No light?"

"Yes. They will snatch our torches so that we will not be able to see anything. ”

Count Messier snatched the torch from his hand and threw it on the ground, stomped it twice with his foot, and directly stepped on it.

"Have you forgotten that you are actually a bat?" Turning his face sideways, Count Messier opened his mouth slightly, making a sound that was inaudible to humans.

Suddenly, as the sound waves propagated, a vague map of the underground tunnel structure appeared in the minds of Count Messier and even several other blood clans.

"Look, how easy is it?"

Before he could finish speaking, another voice unheard by humans rang out.

......

Deep in the tunnel, Jones also opened his mouth slightly.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Jones waved his hand and motioned for the dwarf next to him to stop talking.

......

Outside the tunnel, the already vague tunnel diagram in the minds of the blood clan has been completely blurred.

"He's interfering with me!" Count Messier's eyes widened, and he could only helplessly pick up the extinguished torch on the ground, and whispered to his subordinates next to him, "Point ...... Point it up. ”

"Come ——!out for me, Jones," Count Dracula took a step forward and snarled sharply.

"I don't ——!" Jones immediately responded in the depths of the tunnel: "This is my territory, you guys get out of here!"

"You traitor!

"It's not your turn to educate me! Have you forgotten that you've passed me on to someone else?"

"If I catch you, you're dead!"

"Then you're here to catch it, I'll wait here!"

"You've got stiff wings, aren't you?"

"It's been hard for a long time, it's just that you don't know!"

"You!"

"Come in, let's see who's the shit!"

The sound of the two fathers and sons arguing was in the air, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Count Dracula was already red-faced.

The Count of Messier shouted, "Jones, I have also watched you grow up! Do you know what the result of doing something to the deacons is? If you come out now, I can still open the net!"

"Who did you grow up watching!I have a fart relationship with you!" After puffing up his strength, Jones roared in the tunnel: "What will you do to the deacon, you can talk to my adoptive father! Our White Bone Holy Light Holy See will not eat your blood clan!"

Now the Count of Messier was also red-faced.

At the other end of the tunnel, the Duke of Clermont listened speechlessly: "Jones, is your name Jones? Listen, now is your last chance to reconcile!"

"Who the hell are you, invading someone else's territory and then counting on reconciliation?it's a joke!" Jones replied hoarsely, "Listen, this is your last chance! If you don't leave immediately, I'm going to get to the bottom of it! Your actions will be seen as a declaration of war against the Knights of the Silver Moon!The White Bone Holy Light Holy See will issue a letter of accountability to the Blood Senators!Think about the consequences for yourselves!Including you!My father!I'm not talking to you as your son right now!I'm the son of the Lich King. A member of the Council of the Holy Light of the White Bone and a close guard of the Lich King is talking to you!

The whole world was silent, so quiet that there was not the slightest sound.

Count Dracula's face turned red and white, and his expression was a little distorted with anger.

The officers of the Board of Deacons are also experienced in a hundred battles, what strange scenes have not been seen?

I'm sorry, but they've never seen this kind of scene. A minor blood clan has gotten into trouble with his father to such a point.

This has risen to the level of war.

It's a war between the Father and the Son, and it's even permeated with a never-ending smell.

Turning his face sideways, Count Messier looked at Count Dracula beside him, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you tell me that his identity as the adopted son of the Lich King had no practical meaning?"

"I still say that. Count Dracula hurriedly replied, "Don't worry, I have a correspondence with the Lich King Gray. It's not going to turn out what he says it is. ”

"I hope so. I don't think you know anything about your son. Glancing at Count Dracula, Count Messier pointed his finger to his temple and said to Duke Clermont in a telephonic voice: "Lord Duke, please rest assured, I have already confirmed with Count Dracula again. ”

......

"Got it. Lowering his finger to his temple, the Duke of Clermont said to his men beside him, "Advance." ”

"Yes!"

......

On the other side, another group of Blood Deacon Council officers led by Count Messier were also advancing towards the depths of the tunnel.

......

"What should we do?" asked the barrel in a low voice, "Shall we still use that trick?"

"That trick just now didn't work. Jones said with a blank face, "We'll have to change our tactics." Is there any explosives?"

"Yes...... But not much. ”

"Yes, they don't know how many we have. ”

......

There was a loud bang, and the entire tunnel shook violently. Sand and gravel tumbling.

"Retreat!"

The Bloodclan, who had just walked in for a short time, quickly exited the tunnel.

......

Time ticked by.

Jones hid in the cave with a group of dwarves and a hydra, carefully watching the movement outside.

Outside the cave, a group of deacon officers began to have a tingling scalp.

"It's crazy, is this really just a child? They actually used explosives in the tunnel? Is this trying to die together?"

"We'll have to do something else. Otherwise, our people will not be saved, and we will pay for ourselves. ”

"Count Dracula, I don't think you know anything about Ling Gongzi. ”

Everyone looked at Count Dracula.

Count Dracula was stunned for a moment, and said, "You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't kill him." As for the dwarves, it doesn't matter if they're dead. Hydra is even more so, it is better to kill. ”

"Okay. The Duke of Clermont whispered, "Gas it." ”

"Gas?" Count Dracula was startled.

"It's not lethal, but it's poisonous gas that will be in a coma for more than three days. It is effective against both Bloodlines and Dwarves, and may cause some damage to the body. As he spoke, Duke Clermont had already pulled out a small black ball.

......

The Bloodline officers quickly dispersed to the mouths of the known tunnels. They used magic to levitate the balls in their palms and then lit them with torches.

With just a little flame, the balls ignited, squeaking and squeaking.

One after another, gas pellets were thrown into the pit from all angles.

......

"Extinguish!"

As soon as the gas pills hit the ground, a dwarf had already swooped up, and hurriedly shoveled up a cloud of sand with a shovel to cover it. But before he could completely cover the gas pills, he had already fainted and fell to the ground.

Toxic smoke quickly filled the surroundings.

"Retreat! retreat!" shouted Jones, covering his nose and pounced on the fainting dwarf and dragged him away.

It was obviously impossible to stop the gas, and they had no choice but to flee.

......

"Withhold. Count Messier took out a white ball and handed it to Count Dracula.

"What is this?" asked Count Dracula.

"If you hold it, you won't be afraid of poison gas. Count Messier replied softly.

The surrounding Blood Clan officials all took out the disassembled bows and crossbows hidden in their wrists and assembled them.

"What are these?" asked Count Dracula.

"Poison needle. The Duke of Clermont on the side inserted silver-white needles into the bow and crossbow, Shang Xuan, and replied casually: "Don't worry, it's not for your son." This is used against the Hydra. The gas dose is too small to be useful against the hydra. But the poison needle helps. ”

Count Dracula's eyes widened and he stared blankly.

......

Thankfully, the tunnel was complicated enough that the poison gas did not spread to every corner.

"This way!" Jones, with a group of dwarves supporting each other, ran wildly through the tunnel. Behind him was a hydra.

"We're done! we're really done now!" several dwarves cried, "Maybe we should surrender......"

"No! We didn't lose! The war has just begun! Even if you die, you must die in battle! Instead of dying in humiliation!" Jones grabbed the crying dwarf and roared, "Only slaves will choose to give in! Free men will fight to the end! You know! I can only give you the freedom of the flesh and the freedom of the heart, and it is up to you to die!"

At this moment, Jones gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and the bruises on his immature face burst out.

The dwarf was so frightened that he could only nod his head.

"Long live the lord!" Silverhammer shouted hysterically as he raised his pickaxe.

"Long live the lord! long live the Giant Serpent City!" all the dwarves shouted with their weapons raised.

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