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Castle City Siege was just hours away from starting, and THE WICH hadn't even checked which kingdoms he might be paired with. He had no idea who the contenders for the fortress would be, nor which sides would form to capture it.

It wasn't something that interested him; he only knew one thing. He had to be on the side of those who attack and not those who defend, sending troops to be sacrificed constantly.

Almost always, the alliances formed for this event are open so that everyone can join more easily and smoothly without so much protocol. He asked some of his fellow kingdom members, but none of them were going to accompany him. He was in K452, a relatively new kingdom, and for now, he was the strongest. The only one who was willing was Boca, his inseparable friend. He would bet his fortune and the will of the gods that everything would be in his favor.

This time, he entered the field where the battle would take place well in advance and immediately identified the side that would seek to obtain the crown. They were numerous, and he immediately recognized the candidate. He knew him from before, and many times those close to him received messages from him asking for help in this event. His gaze turned to find a side with which he could participate. 

But many of them were alliances formed with small groups, so it would be difficult for him to join. He tried the F U K alliance, which was on the left side of the map. At first, they accepted him. He immediately asked what troops they would attack with, and one of the leaders replied, “With cavalry and spears.” That suited him quite well, as horses were what he had most of. 

As expected, the fortress was taken by those who sought to obtain the title, and reinforcements quickly followed. THE WICH waited for the rally signal to send his troops. It didn't take long to sound. He sent few troops so he could get in, and I had to speed up his army with acceleration boots. In a few seconds, that hive became chaotic. Although they were few, there was only one rally leader, the cavalry. The lancer stayed on the sidelines, as they believed that whoever was in the fortress had placed an infantry formation to defend it.

Some rallies crashed and others did some damage, as some reinforcements were expelled and others sought to enter when they saw space in the fortress. The Wich, looking at the armor of the leader of the attack, predicted victory, perhaps with some losses, but they would win. When the rally reached the fortress, the soldiers who were sent did not even manage to do any damage. He did not see any reinforcements being thrown out by the blow. 

The attack had failed. He wondered how that was possible, if they were hitting with counterattacks. The answer came quickly. It wasn't infantry in the fortress, it was spears. The other rally leader, the spearman, knowing the difference in stats, didn't even dare to attack, knowing he could lose. The cavalry leader said they would try again in a few minutes. He would have to wait a few minutes to change his refinement to infantry.

The wait was long. That group just watched as others attacked, but most of those who attacked had the same result as them. Until a stranger dared to rally the infantry, THE WICH sent a few troops, having no faith in the outcome. He was not wrong; it was another disaster. They had nothing else to do but wait.

The attack signal sounded again; this time it was the rally leader who attacked with infantry. He was able to send some troops amid the chaos that ensued once again. When the army marched, many were hopeful that this time they would get a positive result, that they could win. But things did not change substantially. They suffered another defeat, but with the difference that this time they did get a report to look at.

“We'll definitely have to wait,” he heard others say. “Wait for what?” he wondered. As if someone had read his thoughts, they replied, “The change. They have to change so that someone else can come in to defend and take a place in the ranking.” The wait seemed almost endless. Some impatient players sent their armies to their deaths; they didn't have time to wait any longer. And when they saw that they had earned their points, but at a great cost, they soon abandoned the battlefield. Until, suddenly, the fortress was abandoned, and the replacement was much weaker. The rallies began again, and this time each blow was a victory not only for them, but for everyone around them. Now the defending side was receiving waves of rallies that meant heavy losses, so those who were defending and stopping this massacre had to retreat. THE WICH no longer cared about the outcome; it had obtained its rewards. The wait was worth it; the losses were minimal compared to others who only sent troops to be sacrificed for a few tokens.