The whole world was quiet, so quiet that there was no sound.

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

The deacons' officers are very experienced and have never seen any strange scenes?

Sorry, they have never seen such a scene before. A minor vampire had a fuss with his father to this point.

This has risen to the level of war.

This is a war between the father and the son, and it has even been filled with a sense of immortality.

Turning his face, Count Messiyer looked at Count Dracula beside him and whispered: "Didn't you tell me that the identity of the adopted son of the Lich King has no practical significance?"

"I still say that now." Count Dracula quickly replied, "Please rest assured, I have correspondence with Lich King Gray. This matter will not develop into what he said."

"I hope so. I don't think you know your son at all." After looking at Count Dracula, Earl Messiyer pointed his finger at his temple and said to Duke Clermont with a voice transmission: "Duke, please rest assured, I have confirmed with Earl Dracula again."

...

"I know." Putting down the finger pointing to the temple, Duke Clermont said to his subordinates beside him: "Push."

"yes!"

...

On the other hand, another group of blood deacons, led by Earl Messiyer, was also advancing deep into the tunnel.

...

"What should I do?" Jiu Chuan asked in a low voice: "Do we still use the move just now?"

"That move just now was useless." Jones said expressionlessly: "We need to change one. Is there any explosive?"

“There are…but not many.”

"It's fine, they don't know how many we have."

...

With a loud bang, the entire tunnel shaking suddenly, and the sand and stones rolled.

"Retreat!"

The blood clans who had just walked in quickly left the tunnel.

...

Time passes by bit by bit.

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

Outside the cave, a group of deacons' officers began to get numb.

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

"We have to change to another method. Otherwise, our people will not be rescued and we will compensate ourselves."

"What method is changed? Earl Dracula, I don't think you know Mr. Ling at all."

Everyone looked at Count Dracula.

Count Dracula was stunned for a moment and said, "It's okay to use any method, as long as you don't kill him. As for those dwarves, it doesn't matter if they die. This is even more true for Hydra, it's best to kill them."

"Okay." Duke Clermont said softly: "Give poison gas."

"Poison gas?" Earl Dracula was startled.

"It will not cause death, but it will be in a coma for more than three days. It is effective for both the blood clan and the dwarf, and may cause some harm to the body." As he said that, Duke Clermont had taken out a black meatball.

...

The blood clan officers quickly scattered to various known tunnel entrances. They used magic to make the meatballs suspended in their palms and then ignited them with torches.

With just a little flame, the balls ignited, and thick smoke squeaked.

One after another, the poisonous gas balls were thrown into the tunnel from all angles.

...

"Extinguish it quickly!"

As soon as the poisonous gas ball fell to the ground, a dwarf had already rushed to the ground, shoveling up a ball of sand with a shovel and covering it. But before he could completely cover the poisonous gas ball, he fainted and fell to the ground.

The poisonous smoke quickly filled the surroundings.

"Retreat! Retreat!" As he shouted, Jones covered his nose and rushed forward to drag the fainting dwarf and left.

It is obviously impossible to stop the poison gas, so they can only choose to escape.

...

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

"What is this?" asked Count Dracula.

"If you hold it in, you won't be afraid of poisonous gas." Count Messiyer replied softly.

The blood clan officials around them took out the disassembled crossbows hidden on their wrists and assembled them.

"What are these?" asked Count Dracula.

"Poison needle." Duke Clermont, who was standing beside him, inserted silver-white needles into the crossbow. Shangxuan replied casually: "Don't worry, it's not used to deal with your son. This is used to deal with Hydra. The dose of poison gas is too small and is useless to Hydra. But the poison needle is useful."

Count Dracula opened his eyes wide and stared blankly.

...

Fortunately, the tunnel is complex enough that the poisonous gas has not spread to every corner.

"Go to this side!" Jones ran wildly in the tunnel with a group of dwarves supporting each other, followed by a Hydra.

"We're done! Now it's really over!" Several dwarves cried anxiously: "Maybe we should surrender..."

"No! We didn't lose! The war has just begun! Even if we die, we will die in battle! Instead of dying in humiliation!" Jones grabbed the crying dwarf and roared suddenly: "Only slaves will choose to surrender! Free people will fight to the end! Do you understand! I can only give you the freedom of the ** and the freedom of the heart, and it depends on you!"

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

The dwarf was shocked and could only nod.

"Long live the lord!" Silver Hammer raised the iron pickaxe in his hand and shouted hysterically.
Chapter completed!