ARENA OF HONOR - IMPROVING EVERY DAY

In the frozen lands of Westeros, where dawn barely manages to break the gloom and the winds carry with them the echoes of ancient battles, a new conflict loomed on the horizon. Lady Brisssy, with a firm voice and an implacable gaze, summoned her people to the Arena of Honor, for their third round. But not all answered the call. The empty seats in the camp were a reminder that war never waits, and that the fate of a few would fall on weary shoulders.

Among the scattered ranks, unexpected names emerged. ADAM 1, a lone archer, presented himself under the same banner, though his art found no echo among ours, for no sword or spear in the company knew the path of the arrows. His presence was as uncertain as an omen from the ancient gods. At his side, KingDragonVN, lord of the BDR cavalry, joined the fray. For them, the strategy was different: the lightning marker, a spark in the darkness, would mark the place where blood would be shed, where spears would be driven, and where the walls would stand or fall.

The battle had not yet begun, but the Arena awaited... and the shadow of fate loomed over all.

Upon entering we decided to check the enemies, to which I quickly noticed an exceptional player, ThePlague, who was a member of the HD! alliance, an infantry player with Vorian, so even for Urielgrande he would be a very powerful rival for his cavalry, since without Cassana it is difficult to win an attack despite having the advantage of the counterattack, so we would avoid fighting against him at all costs... in the first confrontations.

In the construction phase, it was decided to set up trading posts, since we were not the most powerful faction and winning the city of glory was not part of our plans, so we decided to go for at least a second or third place for this contest ... so that was it, until the first round of Altars opened, where we decided to send Sigrid to protect said altar, I quickly issued a lightning defense command so that everyone who was free goes to support it, luckily no enemy member dared to attack so the first round was safe for us, now it was time to wait for the second row of construction to free all the people and defend altars, especially those of the maiden, who boosts our obtaining of points from our trading posts.

In the second round of attack, everything was a failure, both Correcaminos and I went to protect a different altar but the enemies seeing that we were lancers, decided to send infantry to counter us so we decided to send Uriel to hold at least one altar and maintain the advantage we already had, which was a success... so it was a good plan, send their counter so they would stop the attacks, at least for that moment.

In the dragon pit we knew that ThePlague was there, KingDragon dared to attack it with his cavalry, we thought he couldn't win, but he proved us wrong, so we quickly decided to reinforce him when defending, a couple of players came but all infantry, they fell before his powerful cavalry, giving us the opportunity to hold at least one Dragon Pit.

Even though we are not the strongest, we already learned to play as a team, every time there was an opponent who had a meta combo, we proceeded to quickly fill the rallies, so as not to give the enemy time to react, and we quickly accelerated said attacks... which ended in victory... we were doing well, second place despite the fact that the Tyrells had taken the city of glory, we knew that we were not up to fighting there and we concentrated on fighting for our buildings...

The air thickened around the Mineshaft, where every drop of sweat and every roar of steel seemed to announce the final outcome of the battle. The altars fell one by one into enemy hands, but it mattered little: our gaze was fixed on that abyss that granted victory. There, under the signal of lightning, our champions launched themselves like hungry wolves, assisted with relentless precision. Second place, once uncertain, was secured with discipline and blood. In the Arena, the roar of battle slowly faded, and what remained was the echo of our triumphant strategy.

Epilogue

Thus ended that day in the Arena of Honor. Not with the absolute glory of first place, but with the steadfastness of having resisted against the tide. In future chronicles, it will be remembered that, when the temples burned and the towers fell, it was we who held the Mineshaft, the last bastion of hope. And although the victors raised their banner over the ruins, our company marched with their heads held high, knowing that in war it is not always the one who shines the brightest who wins, but rather the one who knows where and when to leave their mark.