"Who are you?" Duke Clermont asked gritted his teeth.

"You don't have to know who we are!" Adale replied loudly, "You just need to know that we are Jones' reinforcements!"

"His name is Adal Sambo, the son of Prince Luis Sambo." Earl Dracula introduced.

Adair almost choked to death: "It's a hell, your father betrayed me."

"He is doing this kind of thing," Jones replied expressionlessly.

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

"Sambo family?" Duke Clermont looked suspicious: "Does the Sambo family want to intervene in this dispute? This matter has nothing to do with you."

"No, you said it wrong. It has something to do with it, and it has a lot to do with it. Jones is a member of my Brotherhood!" Adair put his hand on Jones, pulled out the long sword from his waist and pointed it at Duke Clermont, shouting loudly: "How can I ignore you when you attack the members of my Brotherhood? Let you know the majesty of the Sambo family today!"

"Young Master!" the housekeeper shouted quickly.

"Shut up!" Adale turned his face and roared.

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

"So what if he doesn't agree?" Adair widened his eyes and shouted stubbornly: "He is just a housekeeper, I am the young master!"

"Young Master!"

"Shut up! I will sew your mouth up when I talk nonsense!"

The housekeeper was so scared that he hurriedly covered his mouth.

"I know your father too. I will take you down later and I will personally send you to him."

"Let's talk about it when you can win!"

Duke Clermont raised his hand, which was a gesture of preparation for combat.

The deacons' officers quickly put all their light crossbows on him and pointed at everyone.

Around the surroundings, the blood tribes brought by Adele opened their eyes wide and became a little timid.

Adair hurriedly shouted: "Double the bounty! This is my order, I will carry it if I have something to do! Shield!"

After shouting, Adal had already let go and ran to the back. The blood clans he brought over quickly supported their hands and recited spells. Dozens of shields scattered in front of them were supported.

Jones is still standing in front. The dwarves are fine, after all, they can hide behind the shields of the blood clans. The Hydra is a bit awkward.

It was too big. Even if it curled up and twisted its body and tried to cover it with the shield, there were still many missing places.

Duke Clermont maintained a pose of raising his hand.

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

How long will it take?

Jones looked up silently at the sky.

It should be around twelve o'clock in the evening, and at least three hours had to last. Yes, three hours, at least. I just worked so hard, and only two hours had passed. Maybe it was four hours, five hours, or even dawn without a reply... He had to make the worst plan.

However, the situation became like this, and he seemed to be powerless.

Turning his face, Duke Clermont whispered to Count Dracula: "Leave your son to yourself."

"Okay... OK." Earl Dracula nodded.

Turning his eyes to Jones again, Duke Clermont's raised hand suddenly fell: "Do it!" and then quickly took a step back.

As the sound of ejection, countless poison needles poured towards Jones' camp!

No one knows how many poisonous needles Hydra has been shot in one breath. Many poisonous needles hit the shields supported by the blood clan, but many leaks have been leaked.

Several dwarves fell down in response. Hydra let out a hysterical wail, and then nine heads "sting" out madly towards the opposite side. During the process, several of their own blood tribes and dwarves were even swept down.

The deacons' officers threw away the light crossbows in their hands and fled in all directions.

The fierce battle has begun again.

The dwarves picked up their weapons and roared and rushed up again.

The blood clans brought by Adair also drew their swords and rushed up from their wings.

By contrast, the deacon is much more trained.

Duke Clermont turned into a bat and flew into the sky, centered on command.

Count Dracula rushed towards Jones directly.

Count Messiyer drew his sword and rushed towards Adair.

The hydra, who was infected with the poisonous needle, opened nine snake heads, searched for the officers of the deacon, opened his bloody mouth and bit it directly. The huge body rolled wildly on the ground, and everything that it touched, whether it was stone or tree, was crushed.

Even your own people must try to stay away from Hydra.

Unfortunately, its movements are a little slower than those of the vampire. It can only serve as a deterrent effect.

The deacons' officers sometimes turned into bats and maneuvered back and forth in the air, attracting the attention of Hydra, and sometimes turned into human forms to launch an assault. Their movements were as fast as lightning.

If only Hydra were not the same quick movements, and if the blood clan cover brought by Adair, it would probably be exhausted here.

Although Jones' side already has an absolute advantage in numbers, this is undoubtedly a battle to fight against the strong with weak. The scene is extremely chaotic.

In a blink of an eye, Count Dracula had arrived next to Jones and reached out to grab Jones.

Jones quickly retreated and dodged, pointing his sword at his father, staring at Count Dracula.

"What? Are you going to attack your father?" Count Dracula roared.

"So what! Are you attacking your son too?" Jones roared.

There is no room for maneuver in things.

Count Dracula decisively pulled out his sword and walked towards Jones.

Jones retreated step by step, but still maintained an aggressive posture.

"Drink!" With a loud shout, Count Dracula took a step forward and slashed towards Jones with a horizontal slash.

Jones bent down quickly and dodged, and then in the shocked gaze of Earl Dracula, a straight stab at Earl Dracula's abdomen. Even under dodging, the sword still stabbed towards Earl Dracula's abdomen.

In just a moment, Jones had arrived behind Count Dracula and then fought back with a sword. There was no pause or a slight hesitation.

If Count Dracula wasn't much older than Jones, and had better reaction and speed, both these two swords would be decided. How long has Count Dracula not held the sword, even he himself forgot. Jones is a man with thick sword cocoons on his hands.

"Order your people to put down their weapons! Immediately!"

"Dream you!"

"I'll kill you, the ignorant son!"

"Come on! Let's fight happily! See who killed whom! Didn't you say I did nothing? Today I'll show you how I can't do anything!"

Jones showed no mercy in every sword, and Count Dracula tried his best.

For a moment, the father and son went back and forth, and the battle ended in a draw.

This scene made Duke Clermont, who was commanding in the sky, feel a little confused.

Who would have thought of it?

Regularly speaking, Jones should have no power to fight back. But he can get a draw. It is not too much to say that he has the upper hand. Because Count Dracula is already a little panicked.

From any perspective, Count Dracula's sword is faster and more ruthless than Jones's sword. However, Jones can always take a detour and accurately attack Count Dracula's weaknesses, making him exhausted to defend. Even at critical moments, he can gently dispel Count Dracula's offensive.

This is achieved through years of fighting.

For excellent swordsmen, reaction, speed, and accuracy are only part of them. On that, the mysterious one is called "intuition". The intuition to predict the opponent's attack and defense can even be called the body's intuitive reaction. It is something that can only be obtained through many battles. Count Dracula does not have it, but Jones has it. With this, he makes up for his lack of reaction and speed.

On the other hand, Adele, who faces Duke Messier, is not so lucky. However, he also has his own way.

"Who will help me block him! Block it! I will give out three thousand gold coins!"

"I'll do it!" A blood clan rushed out from somewhere and took the sword cut by Count Messier. Then it was rushed out with magic by Count Messier.

"One more, no! Two! Each person has three thousand gold coins! Help!" Adair screamed, flying around the Hydra, and throwing money while flying. The Earl Messier chased him tightly behind him, but no matter how he chased him, it was always a little bit worse. Because at critical moments, there were always people who came out to save Adair. Sometimes it was a blood clan, sometimes it was a dwarf, and sometimes it was even a Hydra swept over with his tail and forced Count Messier away.

"Help! Ten thousand gold coins! Help me kill me!"

"Help! Come on some more people! I will pay 20,000!"

"Help! Hundreds of thousands--!"

Adair's screams came one after another.

Count Messiyer kept chasing, exhausted and panting, but still couldn't do anything to Adele. On the contrary, Adele's men became more and more brave as they fought.

"For the sake of the young master! Go-to--!"

"Roll--!"

The commander of the guard rushed forward with his men and killed a group of deacons, including Earl Messiyer, who caught him off guard and had to flee.

Now it is really hard to solve, especially with Hydra assisted in strong attacks. Even if the Deacon has huge advantages in magic, it is difficult to exert it.

Bounced away Count Dracula heavily, Jones landed beside Adair, gasping heavily, staring at his father, who was also breathing heavily in the distance: "Your subordinates are pretty good!"

"Can it be bad? I just spent three million gold coins! Three million gold coins!" Adair gritted his teeth and shouted, "If I lose them, they won't get a penny!"
To be continued...