Chapter 261:
Tonight, the curfew was reinstated in the camp outside Crimson Citadel. Not only was there no exciting Fight Club to watch, but there wasn’t even any alcohol to drink. However, the people in the camp were surprisingly well-behaved.
There were even few complaints to be heard.
This wasn’t because the rough and barbaric people of Transia had suddenly learned tolerance, but because the camp guards had conveyed specific information.
A group of very evil Wolfsbane vampires, unable to stand the sight of the disaster-stricken Transians living their lives, had traveled thousands of kilometers from Greenleaf Island to kill the Blood Vulture vampires here.
Now, the two vampire factions were clashing with swords in the city’s sewers, and whoever won or lost would directly decide the future of Crimson Citadel, which had just begun to show signs of improvement.
At this critical juncture, Murphy’s order for everyone to stay in the camp and not go out was more like protection than imprisonment.
Of course, protection has always been a two-way street.
The strong have the power to protect the weak, and the weak have the right to decide whether to accept that protection.
Therefore, in the workers’ gathering area of the forward camp, Heaven’s Chosen Grayman was stunned to see several foremen who had come to his tent to “petition.”