ALLIANCE CONQUEST SEASON 22 2nd match NOX vs ROD

Autumn had barely arrived in Westeros, but already had made its presence known as there were soft rains throughout the land. ChristianOr picked up her pace to get out of the icy drizzle, and headed towards the Great Hall. The twentieth second season of Alliance Conquest had started with a win for her alliance and she was eager to see what was in store for NOX on their second match.

Did the raven with the name of our opponent arrive? She asked Hoterpa who always seemed well informed. 

Should be arriving any second now, he answered, and at that precise moment Scythe, the NOX Duchess appeared. 

Our opponents will be ROD, she told them bluntly, not wanting to prolong their anxiety, but knowing her words would not alleviate but exacerbate it.

ChristianOr sighed, while a warrior next to her cursed. She couldn’t really blame him. ROD was probably the strongest alliance participating in Alliance Conquest, and NOX, to put it kindly, they were not. 

It was with great reluctance the next day that ChristianOr donned her armour. Death, humiliation and pain were not her favorite pastimes, and she definitely was not looking forward to the elimination party the ROD leads were about to have.

ROD seemed also pretty confident about NOX, and they chose to put four stars’ difficulty.

It was time to take their places to the battlefield, but Belore their strategist stopped them at the entrance.

Wait!! Send back your higher tier troops and bring out your lowly ones. We will lose but no need to give them too many points. But bring full marches in so we can practice at least.

ChristianOr bristled. Most of her fellow warriors commanded big armies but zero castles like her did not happen to have million T1 troops lurking around. She looked over at Bearface who she knew had very specific troops, but he shrugged.

Will train some, they will be handy for supermine, he explained.

She turned to Hoterpa, who was even slimmer than her, but he was already showing his newly trained T1s. She sighed, and started training some, and then she realised she had pledged to send Grogu’s armies also in the battlefield. By the time she rushed back, it was almost time to join so she grabbed whatever she could find and completed her march with T3s.

Noone will notice, she thought but remained uneasy.

The initial races were split evenly with ROD securing Mother and Warrior and NOX getting the two outposts. ChristianOr was slowmarching Targaryen Outpost when Belore called the swap.

Send infantry, he instructed, we will swap in three, two, one…

BOOM, ROD had sniped the outpost. ChristianOr hung her head shamefacedly, she had failed. She wondered where she could disappear after the match, but for now she had to stick to her guns. She doubted though there would be any chance to redeem herself.

The ports race was once more split evenly with NOX getting the enemy port and swapping successfully Ser Enki in. However with a couple of solos it crumbled and then it was evident to both allies that NOX could not withstand an attack with T1s.

Casterly Race was lost, and then the strongholds, and the match seemed pretty much over. But ChristianOr was still looking for redemption and she noticed that Lannister Stronghold was reinforced with 4 people only.

She nudged Lord Strandli who was next to her.

Look there are only four of them there, she exclaimed.

They might be four hundred for all the good it will do, he said uncharacteristically morose. What T1s can do against t5?

ChristianOr knew he was right, but in the end she really had nothing to lose. Heal her hospital? Would be laughably cheap, and as soon as the bubble came down, she raced towards the stronghold.

She knew she was racing towards certain death and annihilation but her logic had flown out of the window. All she knew was that she had to try. She sped even faster although no one else was trying to hit the Lannister Stronghold. She would hit in three, two, one seconds, NOW!!

There was a deafening crash and a flash, and at first ChristianOr thought she was dead, and then she realised the flash was green. Then the realisation hit her. The building was hers.

How this came to be? She had no idea. She frantically searched for the raven report of the battle. Was it possible ROD had reinforced the building with T1s also?

Somehow, countered and outnumbered, she had won a solo she should not have won, not even if she had attacked with full t5. Incredulously she turned around happily and saw stunned faces all around her.

Should we bubble the building to help us get 20k? Lord Strandli enquired but Belore shook his head negatively. 

Too few points and too little time, he said. Perhaps a second miracle will happen, and we get a mine, we should use it there.

The Stronghold fell as soon as its bubble dropped but no one paid any heed to it. Because they realised they could win against the ROD players. NOX warriors fell on the ROD hive like hawks and to their amazement the puny T1s were winning a lot.

How is this possible? asked Scythe laughing but the warriors were too busy attacking their enemies to answer. 

NOX managed to reach 20k, and Belore even got his wish to get a mine, which he bubbled and NOX came close to reaching 40k points.

The trumpets sounded the end of the match and ROD were, as expected, the winning team. But when they turned to look at the elimination ranking, an amazed silence fell.

The elimination rankings were dominated by NOX who held the first thirteen places, while the healing rankings were dominated by ROD who held the first eleven places.

NOX warriors started cheering and everyone seemed as happy as if they had won. ChristianOr was heard telling seriously to Bearface and Lord Strandli.

I am telling you, next match I will enter with T1s, it is the only way I can get some decent eliminations.

Scythe and Hoterpa, who were nearby, heard, looked at each other and  started laughing. Scythe laughed so hard till tears streamed down her face, it certainly had been the most crazy AC match she had ever played!!!