My Players Are So Fierce

764: 261.

Beware of Transylvania’s Civilians!

They are more combative than Samurai!

-【11/20】_1

764: 261.

Beware of Transylvania’s Civilians!

They are more combative than Samurai!

-【11/20】_1

(This chapter is an additional update for “Brother Huo is doing quite well” [11/20])

Tonight the camp outside Crimson Castle reinstated its curfew.

Not only was the stimulating gladiatorial combat of Fight Club absent, even alcohol was unavailable.

Still, the people inside the camp were behaving unusually well.

Even complaints were scarce.

It’s not that the rude and savage Transia people suddenly learned tolerance, it’s just because news had traveled through the camp guards.

A gang of very bad, very nasty Wolf Poison Vampires, likely jealous of the Transia people’s hard life, traveled all the way from Green Island to kill the Vulture Vampires here.

Now, the two Vampire groups are skirmishing in the city sewers.

The outcome will determine who the rapidly improving Crimson Castle belongs to in the future.

At this critical moment, Lord Morphy insisted everyone stay in the camp, and refrain from going out.

It was less like imprisonment, and more like protection.

Of course, protection is a two-way street.

The strong have the right to protect the weak, and the weak have the right to decide whether to accept that protection.

So, in the workers’ gathering area of the front camp, the Chosen Ashman stared in astonishment at his tent where several foremen had come “to petition.”

Dust Beater and his brother Brickmover originally wanted to join the fray in the sewers, but Miss Milian, the Baroness, decisively refused their request to fight.

The reason was simple.

They were exceptional administrative players.

Before Lord Morphy entered the sewers, he gave very clear orders that unless all the members of the Blood Vulture Clan and all the professionals in combat were dead, these coveted folks would not be allowed to run into the battleground to die senselessly.

If administrative players went to war, they would be putting themselves at risk.

But the price would be a potential death in combat, followed by a three-day ban from entering the game to conduct official business.

Considering how much work is pending in Transia right now, even a small delay would hinder a lot of progress.

Moreover, given the universally awful combat skills and physical capabilities of administrative players, they could probably bully Wolf People or Ghouls, but they wouldn’t last a round against swift and agile Vampires.

For more details, refer to “Lady Shui”‘s experience three days ago, which ended in instant death.

Dust Beater and Brickmover were planning to log out and have a meal, but they were startled when their tent was suddenly burst into by several emotional NPCs.

“What, what, what?

What are you saying?”

Pushing up his glasses, Dust Beater exclaimed:

“You want to help?

Help who?

Help Wolf Poison fight Blood Vulture?

I thought Lord Morphy has been treating you reasonably well, even though the work is indeed tiring and doesn’t pay much…

but is he really so odious to you?”

“No, my lord!”

The leading foreman waved his hand, saying:

“We want to help our local Vampires, the Blood Vultures!

The workers all say that while the Blood Vultures aren’t good people, they’ve managed this place pretty well recently, and even drove away the Wolf People.

We rarely see Lord Morphy, but we feel he’s different from the other terrible Vampires.

He’s not that bad, even kind of good actually.

But if other Vampires come and take over again, we’ll have to return to the lives we used to lead.

With Cardman City gone, who would be willing to continue paying blood tax to the Vampires?

Moreover, many of us workers were saved from the Star Realm catastrophe by Lord Kudel.

We still owe him a life!”

“Emmmm, but I can’t help you get out.”

Dust Beater said anxiously:

“I’m not even allowed on the battlefield.”

“Of course, you can’t go to the battlefield, you’re a learned gentleman!

How could someone as delicate as you fight on a battlefield like us laborers?”

The foreman said earnestly:

“You’re so good with ideas, if you died on the battlefield, who would lead us in building houses?

I mean we want to go!

The workers have undergone militia training from the Witch Hunters and we know how to deal with Vampires.

The Witch Hunters have taught us specifically.

We Transia people have been fighting for many years and are not afraid of battles.

Moreover, Chef Shawan…

ahem, I mean ‘Lord Shawan’, secretly brought back some firearms into the camp.

Although Miss Milian forbade any discussion about it, everyone knows where they are.

We can help!

Though the Blood Vulture Clan may be terrible, they’re our Transia’s own villains, and it isn’t the turn for the Golden Flower’s Vampires to bully us.

Also…

The foreman started twisting and stammering, and finally managed to say:

“Lord Morphy promised the houses we built would be given to us for the winter.

We have all promised our families good houses to live in.

Lately, we’ve been so busy working that we didn’t have time to prepare firewood and food.

If suddenly nothing is left, how can we survive this winter?

We came here to ask you to plead for us with Miss Milian that we bring guns to help.

If that’s not possible, let’s use molotov cocktails!

Those really pack a punch!

They burst into flames as soon as they’re thrown, so let us burn those damned Wolf Poison Vampires to death!”

Dust Beater finally understood.

He looked back at Brickmover who slapped his thigh in excitement and said:

“What do you call this?!

Look at it!

This is what they call ‘he who wins the hearts of the people, wins all!’ The people of our great Transia rejoice in the face of war and inform and mobilize each other.

This is the rhythm of invincibility!”