Terra Nova Online: Rise of The Strongest Player

Chapter 610: Victory

As soon as the flag atop Fort Ironclad was replaced from white to red, the legion commander immediately issued the order to march.

“Charge!” His voice rang out, cutting through the air like the sharpest blade, as without hesitation, the Uprising’s forces surged forward, the ground trembling beneath the weight of thousands of marching boots.

Weapons in hand, shields at the ready, they charged toward the imposing gates of Fort Ironclad, determined to bring the mighty stronghold to its knees.

For the first few hundred meters, there was no response from the fortress. The rebels moved in eerie silence, the only sound in the air being the rhythm of their steps and the occasional creak of armor.

The massive walls of the fort loomed ahead, and still, no alarm was raised.

It seemed as though the infiltrators within had done their job well—until the shout came from the walls.

“Enemies approaching from the West, I repeat enemies approaching from the West–”

The cry broke the silence like a crack of thunder. An archer on the wall spotted the approaching army, and in an instant, chaos erupted within the fort.

More archers rushed to their posts, grabbing bows and nocking arrows with frantic haste, as the fort commander shouted orders from within, his voice laced with urgency.

“Archers! Ready your bows! We must hold them off!”

By this point, the Uprising forces had closed their distance to the fortress to under 800 meters with the alarm having come too late for the defenders.

Panic surged through the ranks of the defenders as they scrambled to man the walls, their movements hurried and disorganized.

A few seconds later, with arrows drawn, the fort’s archers let loose the first volley.

The sky darkened momentarily as the arrows soared through the air, descending upon the charging rebels like a deadly rain.

Hundreds of Uprising soldiers fell in the first wave, pierced by arrows that found gaps in their armor. Bodies hit the ground with sickening thuds, and cries of pain and death filled the air.

But the Uprising’s legion commander pressed on, unfazed by the casualties, as his eyes remained fixed on the gate.

“Return fire!” he roared, as the Uprising’s archers, now within range to counterattack, unleashed their own volley.

Though fewer in number, their arrows were well-aimed, and soon the fort’s defenders began to fall, archers toppling from the walls as the counterattack found its marks.

Meanwhile, within the fort, the commander’s face grew pale as he realized the enormity of the threat.

The Uprising forces were closing in fast, and the main gates were wide open—sabotaged by the infiltrators, giving him no time to waste.

“Form the phalanx at the gate!” he shouted, rallying his soldiers, as the heavy infantry rushed forward, their armor clinking as they formed a wall of shields and spears at the gate.

The phalanx—a formidable defensive formation—was their last hope to hold the line and keep the rebels from pouring through, as the commander knew that if the rebels poured in then this battle was as good as over.

“Open the back gate, send a rider to the Duke. Inform him about our situation—” The Fort Commander said, as he sent one of his fastest riders towards the Eastern Capital City, in hopes of securing reinforcements at the earliest.

Although he knew that holding the fort till the reinforcements arrived was going to be hard, he knew it was his only hope.

“Hold the line!” He cried.

“Do not let them through!” He said desperately, as he prayed for his men to hold strong.

*CRUNCH*

*BATTLE SOUNDS*

Soon, the first wave of Uprising soldiers crashed into the phalanx, and for a moment, it held.

The defenders braced themselves, spears thrusting forward to impale the oncoming rebels. Shields locked tight, as the clash of steel echoed through the courtyard.

“HOLD…. HOLD MEN HOLD…. PUSH!” The fort commander said, however, although the phalanx held strong for a brief moment, it was obliterated just seconds later as the opposing commander, the leader of the uprising, cast a powerful spell blowing the front line of the phalanx open.

*BOOM*

With a single, devastating attack, he killed at least a couple dozen men, with many more being sent flying in all directions.

The phalanx, now shattered, could not hold the charge of the uprising rebels, who poured into the fort like ants.

The defenders, now in complete disarray, struggled to regroup, but the sheer number of rebels crashing through the gates was too much to hold back.

Arrows still rained down from the walls, but the Uprising’s archers responded in kind, thinning the ranks of the fort’s defenders with each volley. The clash of swords and shields filled the air as the battle turned into a brutal melee.

The fort commander, sword in hand, fought alongside his men, but he could clearly see the impending writing on the wall.

Fort Ironclad was falling, and there was little he could do to stop it.

The rebels pressed forward relentlessly, cutting through the defenders with fierce determination. The once mighty walls of the fort, so formidable in appearance, now felt more like a prison, trapping the remaining soldiers as the Uprising forces advanced.

The battle raged for hours, but by the time the sun began to set, it was over.

Fort Ironclad, the impregnable stronghold of the Eastern Duchy, had fallen. The red banner of the Uprising now flew proudly over the walls, its tattered edges flapping in the evening breeze.

The courtyard was littered with the bodies of the fallen—both Uprising rebels and fort defenders alike. Blood stained the stone floors, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and death.

The Uprising’s legion commander stood in the center of the courtyard, surveying the aftermath. His soldiers, exhausted but victorious, raised their weapons in triumph, their cheers echoing through the fort.

But the commander did not join in the celebration. His eyes were already on the horizon, knowing that this victory was just the beginning. The real goal of his group was to control the entire Eastern Duchy.

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