Near Jamestown, Litchfield.
The sky was getting brighter, and the morning sun peeking out of the clouds looked dimly yellow in the yellow sand that filled the sky. The streets of Litchfield were empty, the whole city was silent, and the chilling atmosphere was like a heavy shackle, which was overwhelming.
Here, as early as more than ten days ago, it had been occupied by the Burham vampire army.
The Arthurian empire army stationed here had been slaughtered by the Burham people, and the people living here have already escaped before the Burham army broke the city. Staying in this dead city was left to fate.
At this time, in a newly renovated mansion to the east of Litchfield, several Burham commanders were sitting around the hall discussing the warring situation.
The one sitting on the top seat was the youngest protector general in the history of Burham Kingdom, Lambeau.