Another poisonous needle shot straight out at the Hydra, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of you. The speed was so fast that it was impossible for Hydra to dodge.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of "ding". The poisonous needle shot at the Hydra was split in the middle, broken in two, and fell to the ground.

Duke Clermont's fingers tugging at the poison needle paused.

Jones held his sword and fell between Hydra and Duke Clermont. Or more accurately, he fell in front of Hydra.

All of a sudden, the whole world seemed to fall silent. Everyone was staring blankly at Jones.

The "little bat ......" Hydra, which was still frantic a moment ago, paused suddenly, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, and he cried directly.

Do snakes cry? Hydra can, anyway.

Of the nine snake heads, there were only three left, and the remaining six were all hanging directly on the ground, without the slightest reaction. It's like dead. There is no way to fight back, so I can only watch my snakeheads being defeated one by one. That fear was so real, as if it had been cut into the flesh by Ling Chi, one after another.

Jones stood between Hydra and Duke Clermont, holding his sword and staring at Duke Clermont quietly.

Turning his face sideways, Duke Clermont looked at Count Dracula in the distance and sighed helplessly: "You can't even subdue your own son...... Do you need me to do it for you?"

Count Dracula was about to take a step forward when a large group of bloods had already surrounded him.

Helpless, Count Dracula could only take another step back. His face was terrible.

"Come on, Jones! I can only help you get here! Kill him!" shouted Adair as he stood high and waved his fist.

Jones stood silently, gasping heavily, staring at the Duke of Clermont.

The night in the mountains was quiet.

The wind blew softly, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Looks like it's needed. The Duke of Clermont silently withdrew his gaze and looked around.

The situation is not rosy, for both sides.

The dwarves could barely find two who could still fight, and the silver hammer fainted directly, leaving only one barrel to linger.

The number of deacons officers who have completely lost their combat effectiveness has risen to fifteen. Most of the remaining fifteen also had wounds. The most important thing is that they are all submissive, and they have no intention of fighting. After all, this was just one of countless missions for them, and there was no need to risk their lives.

If you can win, it doesn't mean you have to work hard.

However, the blood clan brought by Adair, although they also suffered heavy casualties under the heavy reward, their morale was still very strong.

Weird, right? On a large scale, the Board of Deacons has already lost. Combat is like that, it doesn't just depend on combat effectiveness, but more often than not, it also depends on morale. And the more people you fight, the more important morale is. If one side has no intention of fighting, then this side will probably have no hope of winning. Even if their opponents are weak.

Looking at it smaller, Jones is already at the end of the crossbow, Adair is simply negligible, and the hydra has already scrapped the six snake heads, and less than half of the combat power is left.

As for his own side, Count Dracula and Count Messier were trapped by the bloods brought by Adair, and they couldn't be separated at all. The only one who really seems to be at ease is the Duke of Clermont himself.

Taking a deep breath, Duke Clermont stretched out his right hand and made a gentle gesture back.

One by one, the officers of the Board of Deacons retreated. Count Dracula and Count Messier hesitated slightly, and then retreated.

In the middle of the field, only Duke Clermont and Jones were left silently staring at each other. Of course, there is also a hydra behind Jones.

"Why, do you want to retreat?" Jones asked.

"No, I just don't see the need for more casualties. Duke Clermont replied softly, "You don't want your friends and your slaves to suffer any more casualties, do you? ”

Jones stared at the Duke of Clermont.

"You're pretty good, not at all like your father described. I'm even a little tempted to recruit you to the deacons. You're a little too young, though. ”

"What do you want, can't you just order it?"

"So, I'm with you, no, to be precise, I'm with you, with your hydra. We fight a game, and the losing side directly admits defeat and accepts the punishment. What do you think?"

"What are you kidding! How old are you, you duel with Jones? You have a face ......for this kind of advice, too."

Before Adair could finish scolding, Jones had already raised his hand to stop him.

"This advice is very good for you, isn't it?" said the Duke of Clermont, "if you cannot defeat me, then you will never be victorious. I'm giving you a chance to focus on beating me. I can even promise you that if you win, we won't trouble you later. That's the end of everything. ”

Count Dracula's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Duke Clermont with some dismay.

"I agree. Jones replied softly.

"Jones!" Adell, who was standing behind, roared, "Don't listen to him!

"But we're really going to run out!" Jones slammed back, "You're going bankrupt, aren't you?"

Adair froze.

Turning around, Jones looked at Duke Clermont and whispered, "I just want you to be like an adult, like an elder." If I win, hopefully keep my promise. ”

"Of course. The Duke of Clermont smiled slightly, and waved his hand slightly.

The officers of the Council of Deacons, the Count of Dracula, and the Count of Messier all retreated to the sidelines, dragging their wounded companions, bypassing Jones's side, and retracting behind the Duke of Clermont one by one.

Jones also waved his hand slightly. The Bloods brought by Adel quickly rushed forward to help drag the wounded dwarves back who couldn't even move. All gathered behind the Hydra.

In the middle of the battlefield were only Duke Clermont, Jones, and Hydra.

"Can you hear me, ma'am?" a voice sounded in Hydra's head.

"Little bat?" Hydra replied, a little dazed.

"Yes, it's me. Communicate in this way for a while. I'll keep him in check, and you'll strike the fatal blow. ”

"Okay. ”

"Then let's get started. The Duke of Clermont on the other side said softly.

The next moment, Jones was already rushing towards Duke Clermont, and he was met with a cross-split.

At the same time, the Hydra jumped up, and the only three remaining snake heads grabbed directly in the direction ——!of Duke Clermont like a giant claw. Sand and gravel tumbling.

The power is so great that with just one blow, it can directly make Duke Clermont incapacitated. But how to give him a solid blow is the problem.

The Duke of Clermont was so fast, so fast that it was so dizzying that Jones could only follow it intuitively.

He leaped sideways, dodging Jones' attack and passing between the two heads of the Hydra. The waves of air and dust stirred up by the hydra on the ground didn't even touch his body.

At the same time, he flipped on his side in the air, and another poisonous needle shot out towards the Hydra.

With a "ding", Jones volleyed off the poison needle.

"What about this one?" Before it landed, Duke Clermont backhanded another poisonous needle. This time, it shot at the head of the snake, which was furthest from Jones.

Jones couldn't prevent this one no matter what. The distance was so far that it directly pierced the head of one of the snakes.

Fortunately, the hydra still seems to have a certain degree of resistance to poisonous needles, so that a poisonous needle will not be a snake head. However, it is also crumbling.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

"Little Bat...... I'm not so good. ”

"Hold on, ma'am!" cried Jones.

"Good ......"

With the cooperation of Hydra, Jones attacked again. This time, instead of opening and closing as he did the first time, he took a relatively conservative approach to attack.

Duke Clermont dodged back and forth between the three snake heads, occasionally shooting poisonous needles at the Hydra. He seems to be going to fight to the end in this way.

However, it seems that this is the only way to go. After all, the scales of the hydra are extremely thick, and ordinary swords can't cut through them at all. And attacking directly with claws has little effect. It's better to keep using a poison needle.

Jones likewise shuttled back and forth between Hydra's remaining three heads. While launching an attack, you also have to help the hydra resist the poisonous needle. Sometimes it's just a sword block, as before, and sometimes it's a magic shield.

In order to resist the poisonous needle, Hydra even shook the head of the snake that was already unconscious, intending to distract Duke Clermont.

Under the huge snake body, the sand and dust on the ground spread out one after another like ocean waves.

The people all around were watching quietly.

The movement of the Hydra battle was extremely loud, but the expression of the barrel was almost dull. Just stared blankly.

Adair's heart rose to his throat, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide.

The deacons present, the Bloods, and the Dwarves all watched nervously.

"Can you win?" asked Count Dracula in a whisper.

"Who do you mean?" replied the Count Messier in a whisper, "Do you think your son can win the Duke of Clermont? ”

Count Dracula looked at him suspiciously, his eyes half-squinted. He always felt that something was wrong.

The battle lasted for half an hour. Half an hour, for Jones, felt like a century had passed. He couldn't stop for a moment. Because, as soon as he stopped, countless poisonous needles would beckon towards the hydra.

The same is true for Hydra. Only by attacking can it get a little respite. Jones is not immune to every poison needle.

On the contrary, it is the Duke of Clermont who is a dozen or two. After all, Jones and Hydra were running out of stamina, and time was more in his favor.

With a "bang", another head of the hydra fell. There are only two left.

In the air, the corners of Duke Clermont's mouth rose slightly.

Jones glanced back, silently, gritting his teeth and rushing forward again.

There were only two snakeheads left, and the pressure on Duke Clermont was reduced by more than half, and he was more comfortable. With a wave of his hand, two poisonous needles shot out in a row.

"Bang dang", another snake head fell. There is only one left. And even this last snake head has already been hit by two injections, and it is a little shaky.

"It's over, it's over!" Adair's jaw dropped.

Probably a matter of dosage, this kind of poisonous needle, even if it is a hydra, the limit of each snake's head is only three needles. Once you get three shots, you lose consciousness immediately.

All that remained was a crumbling snake head, dragging eight immobile snake heads...... Even the Hydra has been greatly limited in its mobility.

Winner scored?

The people on Jones's side were all stunned.

"Do you want to continue?" asked Duke Calemon with a smile.

"Kill ——!" roared, and Jones, who was already exhausted to the extreme, still rushed forward.

Duke Clermont flashed easily and shot at the Hydra with a backhand.

Jones looked back in disbelief.

All eyes were on Hydra.

The needle was already close at hand.

The head of the hydra jerked back, trying its best. The eyes were bigger than ever.

In Jones' line of sight, he saw that the Hydra's neck was slowly bending, and it had gradually moved away from the trajectory of the poisonous needle.

Did you hide it?

No, not really.

At the critical moment, a force pushed hard behind the hydra, pushing back the snake's neck, which had already dodged the shot. It's just a little bit back, but this little bit is enough to kill.

The poison needle pierced through it.

Everyone was stunned, even the Duke of Clermont.

"Little Bat ......"

The giant snake's eyes slowly closed.

The whole world fell silent, and everyone watched in amazement.

Crumbling to the ground, the last snake head finally collapsed with a bang. Dust was kicked up.

The hydra, which was crazy a moment ago, has been lying quietly at this moment. It was so quiet that there was no sound, like a hill.

Count Dracula, who was standing not far away, maintained the spell-casting gesture.

Everyone was watching in amazement at the man who had suddenly joined the battle, even Count Messier, who stood next to Count Dracula, and Duke Clermont, who stood in the middle of the battlefield.

The whole world is silent.

The wind gently swept through, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground and carrying away the dust raised by the hydra.

"Enough. Withdrawing his spell-casting hand, Count Dracula whispered, "Since the victory has been decided, there is no need to fight it. Wouldn't it be nice to end it sooner?"

Duke Clermont sighed speechlessly.

Count Messier slowly turned his face sideways, frowned, and did not speak.

Jones stared blankly at his father. I don't know why, at this moment, he actually smiled. He clenched the sword in his hand, but tears came out of his eyes again.

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