The silver moonlight shines on the earth, mountains, rivers, forests, and everything is dyed with a new color. In this dark night, it looks like gray.

Jones flew with his wings and flew hard.

On the Celtics continent, Silver Moon represents luck, and this point, whether human or vampire, has the same view. Unfortunately, Jones cannot find a reason for luck in such a night. In fact, the other party may reach the doorstep at any time. Jones now has nothing to feel except nervous and angry.

Can you persist in the arrival of the letter to Xianyu Port?

I'm afraid it's difficult.

The distance from Giant Snake City to Salt Fish Port is several times longer than the distance from Hild. If you rely solely on Dora, you basically don’t have to expect her to come back before dawn. Even if you get the help of Ricci’s guardian angels and induce demons, or even Brutu’s help and turn on space magic, you have to wait until dawn.

And the other party is almost impossible to allow things to be delayed until dawn. Unless they want to live in the Giant Snake City for a day, they will find a way to solve it when there are two hours left before dawn.

Jones felt like he was almost desperate.

However, he seemed to have no other way than to do so.

From afar, he saw a group of crows hovering back and forth over his castle, screaming constantly. He was startled and quickly lowered his height and sneaked into the woods below, and then flew forward against the ground.

...

"Didn't you hide?"

"Where is Hydra? Is Hydra gone?"

"There is not a single figure in the castle, let alone Hydra."

"Look for it again. Where can such a big Hydra hide?"

"Look for it again."

From afar, Jones had heard the discussion and immediately took a breath of cold air. He slowed down, but breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't this what was expected?

Count Dracula would not give Jones too much reaction time, so they set off the night after delivering the "ultimatum". This is the normal way to do it.

Fortunately, they haven't found the place where the dwarfs and Hydras are hiding. This should be good news.

After turning into a human form, Jones suppressed his magic fluctuations and carefully touched the castle step by step.

There is no doubt that Count Dracula and even every blood clan of the Deacons who will come here will be stronger than Jones, or even many times stronger. This means that Jones cannot get too close, otherwise there will be a great danger of being discovered.

"They have just left. Look, the bonfire is still warm. And the meat is left after being roasted."

From afar, Jones saw venison and pheasant meat thrown around the dwarf village. These were all returned by Jones who helped hunt and hunt. The crows in the sky came for this, and a few of them had fallen to the ground tentatively and slowly approached.

Several blood tribes were standing in the open ground next to the dwarf village chief, where the dwarfs usually barbecue and hold bonfire parties. As for Count Dracula, Jones had not seen it yet.

Holding his breath, Jones carefully hid behind the rocks and looked at them from afar.

If they didn't find Hydra and Dwarf, Jones would have no need to appear for the time being. After all, who knows how long it will take to meet? Maybe they will be taken back directly.

Jones suddenly hoped that Adele would arrive later. If Adele arrived with a large number of people at this time, Jones would have to appear.

"It seems that I got the news and ran away."

"I don't think it's running. Think about it, it's okay for the dwarf to say, where can such a big Hydra run? Let it run for a day first, and we can catch up with it in a moment. I think they must be here, just hidden."

"Where could it be? In the castle?"

Two of the blood clans turned into bats and flew quickly to the castle, while the other blood clans still wandered around and searched for all suspicious places.

Jones shrank behind the stone and looked from afar.

Finally, he saw the figure of Count Dracula on the balcony of the castle, and there were two blood clans around him.

One of them has black hair and a burly figure. Jones knew him as a member of the fraternity to which Count Dracula belonged and had visited Jones' house many times. It should be what Dora said, Earl Dracula was a friend of the deacon.

Another brunette, medium figure. Jones has never seen this. She looks a bit higher in clothing because her clothes are a little different from those of other deacons.

At this moment, Count Dracula was chatting with these two people, and the location where he was standing was Jones' room.

With such a distance, Jones definitely couldn't hear what they were saying clearly. He didn't dare to get close. After all, there were so many blood clans around. Looking around, there were at least thirty. All of them were adult blood clans, and they were all superior blood clans.

After all, only the superior blood clan is qualified to serve on the deacon.

After a while, a loud bang came from the castle, and the walls of the tower facing the south were shattered, and a burst of white smoke rose from the entire castle. It was covered with debris and stone powder.

Jones was scared and his eyes widened.

A blood clan turned into a bat and flew out of the castle and shouted to the other blood clans: "This castle has no basement, they are not hiding in the basement."

"Where can you hide?"

"Look around and look. They will definitely not hide very close, otherwise we will definitely feel the breath. But it cannot be far away."

"Be careful on the ground! There will be obvious signs of Hydra's wriggling squirming!"

"The traces on the ground seem to have been cleared, only here!"

"Look for it again! There will definitely be something missing!"

"good!"

Jones' heart beat violently.

Six or seven blood clans scattered and began to search for traces on the ground bit by bit.

Jones' heart was about to jump out. He hid against the rocks, blinking desperately nervously.

He had cleaned the traces of Hydra's wriggling, but the noise was too big and the time was too tight, so it was impossible to clean them all, so he could only clean up some of them. In addition, he created some fake traces, but he didn't know whether he could deceive them.

Maybe I shouldn't let Hydra and the Dwarves hide in the same place. If that's the case, if I really can't stand it, at least the Dwarves will be fine.

"No, no. After entering the tunnel, it will be the world of dwarves. There are a total of more than 70 adult dwarves. Even if there are ten ordinary blood tribes, they can't do anything to them." Jones muttered to himself, taking deep breaths.

“There are traces here!”

From afar, another sound came from behind. Jones quickly turned around and lay on the stone and looked secretly.

"This is fake, no need to look at it. There are no scales on it. That cunning little ghost actually wants to use this trick to deceive us. Unfortunately, it is not the first time we have dealt with Hydra. Haha. Look for it again!"

"yes!"

“There are traces here too!”

"This is true! Scale-shaped lines!"

A large group of blood clans began to gather in the direction of the sound.

That direction was indeed true, and Jones was a little desperate.

What time is it? It's only about 10 o'clock in the evening, and there are still at least five hours before Dora arrives at Xianyu Port. The other party has found the direction... How long can Jones delay?

Jones cat and sneaked into the mine not far behind him.

Although the gold mine has not been long, due to the exploration needs, the dwarves have dug many tunnels. These tunnels are basically connected, and they are like a maze inside. Fortunately, Jones participated in the exploration, so he recognized the way.

As soon as he entered the tunnel, Jones immediately ran away and soon circled around and came to the dwarves' hiding place. Because he could not use magic or transform into a bat, he was so tired that he was out of breath.

It was a pile of gravel. To be precise, it was a pile of gravel. Jones asked the dwarves to use gravel to seal all the exits of the space used to hide, leaving only a few air holes. If there is no exact clue, walking by the side will only think it was a pile of ordinary gravel. Of course, if the other party is a blood clan, it would be a different matter...

The magical talent and perception ability of the blood clan are many times higher than that of the dwarves. Even through the pile of gravels, they can sense the dwarves inside... and Hydra.

These gravels can only be used for pure defensive purposes.

Climbing up the pile of gravel with all his hands, Jones drilled directly into the reserved air hole.

It was pitch black inside, and it was really pitch black, with no light at all. Even the blood clan with excellent night vision ability had a dark place.

"Hey... are you okay?" Jones asked in a low voice.

"Little bat, is it you?" This is the voice of Hydra.

"Lord? Are you back?" This is the voice of the dwarf.

"It's me." Jones gasped heavily and said quickly: "They should be here soon, and the people in Adale have not arrived yet. We have to hold on for a while."

"How to hold on? Do you want to do it directly?"

"I'm afraid this is the only way. If we wait for them to take action first, we will lose any advantage."

"Little bat, it's too narrow here. I'm afraid I'll hurt you when I take action."

"Ms., stay at ease first. Let's do it. The blood clan is far less physical than the dwarfs. As long as we try to interrupt their spell chanting, we have a chance of winning."

"OK."

...

"Mr. Jones! You must wait for Dora to come back!" In the night sky, Dora flew forward with her wings desperately.

...

"How many people are there in total?" Adair asked his housekeeper.

"There are fifty people in total, the young master." The housekeeper replied: "Including ten guards, twenty temporary recruitment employees, and twenty blood clan slaves."

"There are only ten guards? Where are the other guards?"

"There are already a lot, Master. We cannot take away the guards in charge of the castle guards. The master just went out and he took away twenty guards."

Looking at the fifty blood clans gathered in front of him, Adal held his forehead and his eyebrows were frowned tightly.
To be continued...