Another poisonous needle shot straight at the Hydra, and in a blink of an eye it had reached the point where Hydra could not dodge.

At this moment, a crisp "ding" sound was cleaved. The poisonous needle shot towards the Hydra was split from the middle, broken into two pieces, and fell to the ground.

Duke Clermont stopped his fingers pulling the poison needle.

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

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be quiet. Everyone was staring at Jones blankly.

"Little Bat..." Hydra, which was crazy the moment ago, suddenly stopped, and tears suddenly burst out from her eyes, and she cried out directly.

Will snakes cry? Hydra can.

There were only three of the nine snake heads left, and the remaining six were all hanging directly on the ground without a single reaction. It was as if they were dead. There was no way to fight back, so I could only watch my snake heads be defeated one by one. The fear was so real, as if I was cut on the flesh by Ling Chi, one after another.

Jones blocked between Hydra and Duke Clermont, holding the sword and staring at Duke Clermont quietly.

Turning his face, 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?"

Earl Dracula was about to take a step forward, but a large group of blood clans had surrounded him.

Helplessly, Count Dracula had to take another step back. His face was extremely bad.

"Come on Jones! I can only help you get here! Fuck him to death!" Adair shouted while standing at a high place, waving his fists.

Jones stood quietly, gasping heavily, staring at Duke Clermont.

The night in the mountains is quiet.

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

"It seems that it's necessary." Duke Clermont silently retracted his eyes and looked around.

The situation is not optimistic, and it is the case for both sides.

The dwarves could hardly find two people who could fight, and the silver hammer fainted, leaving only one wine barrel remaining.

Among the deacons, the number of people who have completely lost their combat power has increased to fifteen. Most of the remaining fifteen have also been injured. The most important thing is that they are all timid and have no intention of fighting. After all, this is just one of countless missions for them, and there is no need to lose their lives.

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

However, although the blood tribes brought by Adal were also seriously injured, their morale was still very strong under the heavy reward.

It's weird, right? From a broad perspective, the deacon will have lost. This is the case with combat. It depends not only on combat effectiveness, but more often, on morale. The more people fight, the more important morale is. If one side is no longer interested in fighting, then this side will probably have no hope of winning. Even if their opponent is weak, it will be the same.

Looking down, Jones is at the end of his strength, and Adair can ignore it at all. Hydra has already destroyed six snakeheads and has less than half of its combat power.

As for his side, Count Dracula and Count Messier were both trapped by the blood clans brought by Adal and could not be separated at all. The only one who was really at ease seemed to be the only Duke Clermont himself.

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

The deacons' officers retreated one by one. Earls Dracula and Earls Messiyer hesitated for a moment and also retreated.

In the middle of the field, only Duke Clermont and Jones were left looking at each other silently. Of course, there was a Hydra behind Jones.

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

"No, I just don't think there is any need to increase the casualties." Duke Clermont replied softly: "You must not want your friends, and your slaves, to increase the casualties, right? That doesn't make sense."

Jones stared at Duke Clermont.

"You are really good, it's different from what your father described. I even want to recruit you into the deacon. Although you're a little too young."

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

"In this way, I will talk to you, no, to be precise, I will fight you, your Hydra. We will fight, and the loser will directly admit defeat and accept punishment. What do you think?"

"What a joke! How old are you? Are you fighting with Jones? You have a good face to suggest this kind of advice..."

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

"This suggestion is very good for you, isn't it?" Duke Clermont continued: "If you can't beat me, you will never be able to win. I'm giving you a chance to focus on defeating me. I can even promise you that if you win, we won't cause trouble for you later. Everything will end there."

Earl Dracula opened her eyes slightly and looked at Duke Clermont in surprise.

"I agree." Jones replied softly.

"Jones!" Adale, who was standing behind, roared: "Don't listen to him! How could he make suggestions in favor of us!"

"But we are really about to be unable to hold on!" Jones yelled back: "You are about to go bankrupt, aren't you?"

Adair was stunned.

Looking back, Jones looked at Duke Clermont and whispered: "I just hope you can be like adults and elders. If I win, I hope to keep my promise."

"Of course." Duke Clermont smiled slightly and waved his hand gently again.

The officers of the Deacons, Earl Dracula and Earl Messiyer, all retreated outside the field, dragged their wounded companions around Jones's side, and retreated behind Duke Clermont one by one.

Jones also waved his hand gently. The blood clans brought by Adair quickly rushed forward and helped drag the injured dwarves who could not even move back. They all gathered behind Hydra.

Only Duke Clermont, Jones and Hydra were left in the middle of the battlefield.

"Madam, can you hear me?" A voice rang in Hydra's mind.

"Little Bat?" Hydra responded blankly.

"Yes, it's me. I'll communicate in this way later. I'm responsible for restraining him and you'll do a fatal blow."

"OK."

"Then let's start." Duke Clermont across from said softly.

The next moment, Jones had already rushed towards Duke Clermont, and a slash was coming towards him.

"Roar--!" At the same time, the Hydra jumped up, and the only three remaining snake heads grabbed directly towards the direction where Duke Clermont was like a giant claw. The sand and gravel rolled.

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

Duke Clermont was so fast that it was so dazzling that Jones could only track it by intuition.

He jumped sideways, not only dodged Jones' attack, but also passed between the two snake heads of Hydra. The waves and dust aroused by Hydra on the ground did not even touch his body.

At the same time, he turned around in the air and another poisonous needle shot towards the Hydra.

With a "ding" sound, Jones cut off the poisonous needle in the air.

"Where is this one?" Before it landed, Duke Clermont's backhand had another poisonous needle. This time, it shot at the snake head farthest from Jones.

Jones couldn't defend this one anyway. The distance was too far and it directly pierced one of the snake's heads.

Fortunately, Hydra still has a certain resistance to poisonous needles, so it is not as good as a snake's head. However, it is also shaky.

"Madam, are you okay?"

"Little bat...I'm not very good."

"Stand it a little longer! Madam!" Jones shouted.

"good……"

With the cooperation of Hydra, Jones launched another attack. This time, he did not open and close like the first time, but adopted a relatively conservative attack method.

Duke Clermont dodged back and forth between the three snake heads, shooting poisonous needles at the Hydra from time to time. He seemed to be planning to hit the end in this way.

However, it seems that this is the only way. After all, the scales of Hydra are extremely thick and ordinary swords cannot be cut through at all. If you directly attack with your claws, the effect is minimal. It would be better to use poison needles all the time.

Jones also shuttled back and forth between the remaining three snake heads of Hydra. While launching an attack, he also helped Hydra resist the poisonous needle. Sometimes he directly blocked with a sword like before, and sometimes he needed to erect a magic shield.

In order to resist the poisonous needle, Hydra even threw its unconscious snake head up, intending to distract Duke Clermont.

As the huge snake rolled, the sand and dust on the ground spread out to the surroundings like waves.

Everyone around was watching quietly.

The Hydra's battle was very moving, but the Jiuzhu's expression was almost dull. He just stared blankly.

Adair's heart was in his throat, his eyes widened, and his mouth widened.

The deacons present, the blood clans, and the dwarves all watched nervously.

"Can you win?" Count Dracula asked in a low voice.

"Who are you referring to?" Count Messier, who was beside him, replied in a low voice: "Do you think your son can win the Duke of Clermont? I can't even win him."

Count Dracula half-squinted his eyes and looked suspiciously. He always felt something was wrong.

The battle lasted for half an hour. Half an hour seemed to have passed for Jones. He could not stop for a moment. Because, as soon as he stopped, countless poisonous needles would greet the Hydra.

The same is true for Hydra. Only attacks can give it a little chance of breathing. Jones does not defend against every poison needle.

On the contrary, Duke Clermont, who was one-to-two, was at ease. After all, Jones and Hydra were exhausted, and time was more beneficial to him.

With a "bang", another hydrangea fell down. Only two were left.

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

Jones looked back and silently rushed up again with gritted teeth.

Only two snake heads were left, and Duke Clermont's pressure was reduced by half, and he became more at ease. He raised his hand and shot out two poisonous needles.

"Bang", another snake head fell down. Only one was left. Even the last snake head had been hit by two needles, and was a little shaky.

"It's over!" Adele's chin was about to fall off.
To be continued...