Epic battle story

"Alright lads, I say. Let's swyve these bedswerer fadoodle eyndill rogers out of our pain demain giving lands... with reaks! And if they outreak us, let's shove each of their weapons up their arses! I know each filthy trick these dirty bunch of fleak maggots are capable of, they are a bunch of worthless fools asking to get rekt. Now, GO GET THESE WIND-SUCKING CROOKED-NOSED...!". Before he could finish his talk, the enemy was so insulted by the level of rudeness, disrespect and slang overflow that the moral evaporated and they flee before the first blood was even spattered. The end.

The troops were standing on the battlefield waiting for their arch rival to arrive. It was already late but no one even thought to go to bed. The history will be made today!
White stone walls of the nearby city, hidden among the huge rocks were hardly seen in the last rays of the setting sun. Only a moment left till the battle begins and the hero with the long red pennant fixed to his pike already moved forward on his brown warhorse, to say.......

" Let's war my soldiers. This is the last wave attack of the Natarian. Defend the natarian and we will reach the Wonder of the World level 100 ! " The war horn sounded, and the war begins.

All the tribes are working together to fight against natars troops. Natarian appoints war elephants as their pioneer to destroy the wall since the wall really give a lot of advantages to the defender. Praetorians use their large shield to defend spearmen and phalanxes while phalanxes and spearmen attack the war elephant with their long range weapon. The hero also kill a lot of war elephants with his elite cavalry troops. However, the war elephants are too strong and the wall was destroyed.

The main force of natars arrived, a lot of ballista which protected by thorned warrior, guardsman, axerider, natarian knight. The natars looks like want to destroy everything in the city, especially the Wonder of the World. The number of natar soldiers is completely beyond the defensive side. The romans, teutons and gauls forced to call out their settler to join the war. The war continues.

At last, all the defender is died as the natarian troops is well trained and undefeatable. The city is completely destroyed and the hero was killed. Natarian stole the Wonder of the World construction plan and build it to level 100.

The end

ts5.com - chern-1997

The troops were standing on the battlefield waiting for their arch rival to arrive. It was already late but no one even thought to go to bed. The history will be made today!

White stone walls of the nearby city, hidden among the huge rocks were hardly seen in the last rays of the setting sun. Only a moment left till the battle begins and the hero with the long red pennant fixed to his pike already moved forward on his brown warhorse, to say.......

"Oy, lads, be on the ready!"

The hero looked over his men and women, fine soldiers all with pride! "We have foiled the fool's attempt to steal our treasure! It was moved moments ago to a friendly village!"

"Huzzah!" cried the troops!

"Our stores are empty, there is nothing to steal! The chamber of our treasury is level one, it's destruction is of no matter! A horde of druids and hueys will arrive on the second for our arch rival cannot send waves! Let us away! For the enemy has travelled for naught!"

The arch enemy arrived too late and having found nothing, retreated! His following forces were routed by the hero's fine calvary! The enemies losses were momentous and the hero's few!

"Learn to send same second waves, my evil friend, or my treasure will be forever out of your grasp" whispered the hero for why would he give advice to the enemy, for the lesson was taught if only the enemy would learn!

"Valor and Honor in the name of the Queen, my beautiful wife. On this day we show the enemy we have no fear of them and no shame in dying for our cause." A soft murmer came from the troops as they smiled at his words. Everyone knew the great love King Aaron had for the delicate Queen Treslyn.

The brown warhorse snorted as if he understood his master's words. The troops were alert and cautious not to be loud and the difficulty of this restraint showed on their faces. They were a boisterous lot and the king knew when they were happy or ready for battle.

Just beyond the ridge was the enemy's camp. They were hired by the Royals of the Minstrel to attack Aaron's castle. They thought their mission secret so camped close by for an early morning attack. They had no idea the Clan of the Tigermen had been stalking them.

The Clan of the Tigermen were reknown for their epic battles but mostly how eerily they were able to sneak up upon an enemy with no detection -- EVER! Tales had been told of clans that fell apart just on the word they were being stalked by the Tigermen. Their men running away like the scared prey they were!

The hero's pale blue eyes glittered in the moonlight. His heart raced with anticipation. He longed to feel his pike impale his victims. He looked upwards and felt the light drizzle of rain on his face and smiled. The rain always brought them immense luck and good fortune! Aaron slowly blinked then looked around. The snorting and stomping of the horses brought him back to why they were there.

Looking behind him, his gaze came upon the tower peaks of his castle in the background, It was built like a fortress and had withstood many an attack over hundreds of years. Aaron lifted the pike partway, signaling slow, quiet movement.

The Tigermen began their slow movement towards the enemy camp. The horses seem to know what was coming as all snorting had stopped and they walked as if on air....silently. Aaron felt his pulse quicken and smiled. He lived for days like this while he lived for nights with his lovely wife. He was loved by his people as he was a fair, good hearted man but he also defended them with the fierceness of a lion! As this was his land and home, he and his soldiers knew which route to take that was the quietest. As he pointed the pike downward, everyone slowed to a stop.

His eyes scanned the camp but saw not even one sentry! Everyone seemed to be asleep! Sleep, yes, asleep. He could almost hear the slow steady breathing of someone asleep! This would be easier than he thought! Throwing caution to the wind, he raised his pike straight in the air and screamed a cry of attack. As the horses thundered down the slope, Aaron could see movement then panic. Troops were rushing out. Some bumping into others, some falling down. It was chaos! As they stormed into the enemy's camp, his horse followed the slight pressure of his knees telling it where to go. His muscular arm tightly gripped the pike as it easily impaled an enemy, then another before the pike was wrestled from his grip.

As his mount skidded to a stop, Aaron jumped off and drew his sword. He could hear the clashing of metal upon metal. Feeling the jarring blow as he deflected a sword attack, he smiled. What a glorious day this will be!

The bodies of the dead enemy littered the ground, their spilt blood staining the ground a rusty red. Sweat dripped off his brow. Slowly the sounds of battle came to an end.

"It is with the blessings of the Gods and Goddesses that we won with narry a death." he screamed as he looked upwards. Suddenly the ground began to shake as if in anger and he could hear the Gods calling his name! "Aaron!" "Aaron!"

The Royal Nanny shook the sleeping Prince awake. As his eyes fluttered open she said, "Prince Aaron, it's time to get up. Today is the day your father takes you for your first wild boar hunt!"

Remembering his dream and the vivid battle, Prince Aaron smiled as he stretched and yawned. One day he, too, will be a great warrior like his father, King Aaron the First.

The troops were standing on the battlefield waiting for their arch rival to arrive. It was already late but no one even thought to go to bed. The history will be made today!
White stone walls of the nearby city, hidden among the huge rocks were hardly seen in the last rays of the setting sun. Only a moment left till the battle begins and the hero with the long red pennant fixed to his pike already moved forward on his brown warhorse, to say.......

"What a bunch of noobs. Gathering dozens of alliances and being barely able to make it to our capital. Who could have guessed that they will need a gathering of 3 alliances and 180 tribes to stand up to our single alliance of 30 tribes. Well then, I hope they are prepared, cause we surely are".
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Based on true story. Com5

Here lays your glory . Imortality is yours ... take it !!

This is what I wrote when we won com4 back in 2015 as Ruthless/EPA:

The remnants of countless armies were strewn across the battlefield. As the great construction was nearing its completion, millions of enemy soldiers had ceaselessly crashed on the city walls, in a futile attempt to stop the workers from completing the wonder. The Northern defenders remained vigilant throughout it all, valiantly losing their lives defending the pride of the meta. Of all these millions of troops being thrown at the WW in the final days, only a single army had managed to do damage to it - a single meager level, that was quickly rebuilt.
And thus the workers of the WW village could complete their task - the final brick was laid in place in the morning hours of the server. The wonder, the very embodiment of the countless hours invested by the members of the meta throughout the time of the server, was finally done.

Here's my collection of hits from that server:

https://docs.google.com/docume…bAk9_6dg/edit?usp=sharing

(this is the hammer that barely managed to take one level in the final days, mentioned above: http://travian-reports.net/us/report/210687e0bcb )

The troops were standing on the battlefield waiting for their arch rival to arrive. It was already late but no one even thought to go to bed. The history will be made today!
White stone walls of the nearby city, hidden among the huge rocks were hardly seen in the last rays of the setting sun. Only a moment left till the battle begins and the hero with the long red pennant fixed to his pike already moved forward on his brown warhorse, to say.......

Robotelu:We've been waiting for 3 weeks hiding resources in the cranny and moving phalanxis on oasis and now we have enought to catch all this noob barbarian teutonic knights .... after he'll go mad and attack with clubs and will be our moment to catch him on return !
Soldier:But master why did u let so many resources on his spie.
Robotelu: I like fishing ... The longer patience u have the bigger will be the fish.

The end.

The troops were standing on the battlefield waiting for their arch rival to arrive. It was already late but no one even thought to go to bed. The history will be made today!

White stone walls of the nearby city, hidden among the huge rocks were hardly seen in the last rays of the setting sun. Only a moment left till the battle begins and the hero with the long red pennant fixed to his pike already moved forward on his brown warhorse, to say "LETS PAINT THE WHITE STONE WALLS GREEN BUT FIRST WE NEED TO REMOVE THE HUGE ROCKS SO THAT WE CAN SEE THE GREEN STONE WALLS IN THE LAST RAYS OF THE SETTING SUN THE NEXT TIME"

The arch rival arrives ..... look what he has to say
"LETS SHOW THESE IDIOTS WHO IS A BETTER PAINTER WE WILL PAINT THOSE WALLS BLUE , DARE WHO STOP US , PLEDGE TO YOUR MOTHERLAND - PAINT OR DIE"

The walls are now painted but only the mightiest of the warriors who survived knows the actual colour of the stone walls now :DD

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