Terra Nova Online: Rise of The Strongest Player

Chapter 732: A crazy plan

Chapter 732: A crazy plan

(At the general’s meeting, WhiteSaber guild)

The war room inside the Whitesaber guild’s headquarters was shrouded in a suffocating silence before the general’s meeting officially began.

Around the massive, circular table sat the guild’s war generals, their faces pale and drawn, as no-one was able to look the other in the eye, with every single one of them having faced one humiliating defeat or the other over the past few days.

No one spoke as they waited for the guildmaster to enter, as the only sound in the room came from the occasional tapping of shoes or adjusting of chairs, which left a slight screeching sound on the floor below.

Then, as the guildmaster entered, the silence broke, as all the war generals stood up at once, waiting for the guildmaster to take his seat before they were seated yet again.

“Let’s begin.” the guildmaster said, as he demanded the generals to one by one deliver the status of their war progress starting from the rightmost end of the table and circling all the way to the left.

As per his instructions, the generals began to get up one after another and delivered their grim pieces of news, until the table rotated to the only guest speaker on the table, General Floren Mayes of the Uprising.

“We entered the war and were directed to take down Camp Nou, which we did in just under 4 hours. It was a resounding success and still remains to be the only town we have captured in this war effort” Mayes gloated, as the silence in the room only seemed to deepen.

‘You’re only succeeding because you don’t have to face the 35% stat debuff like we do…’ thought many, however, nobody dared voice it aloud, lest they antagonise their only allies in this war.

The guildmaster’s hands in particular were clasped tightly, his knuckles white, as for a long moment, he said nothing, letting the weight of their words settle.

Finally, he leaned forward, his voice low and sharp.

“Is this what the Whitesaber guild has become? A laughingstock? A guild that loses to rogue NPCs and a pack of glorified measly rankers?” he asked, his anger palpable as the generals flinched, but no one dared to respond.

The guildmaster’s eyes narrowed. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Slowly, reluctantly, the generals raised their eyes to meet his. The weight of their collective failure hung heavy in the room, unspoken but palpable.

“We’re supposed to be the strongest guild in the west,” the guildmaster continued, his voice growing colder with each word. “But here we are, twelve days into this campaign, and we’ve barely made progress. Two villages. One town. And that town, as rightly pointed out, was delivered through OUTSIDE assistance and not our own competence.

If it was the Uprising who wanted to win this war by their own strength then they don’t need us as allies in the West now, do they?” The guildmaster asked as everyone lowered their eyes in shame once more.

“No more…. I say no more, we can’t carry on like this and hope to win and hence I’ve come up with a strategy to change our fortunes” The guildmaster declared, as his words now had the entire audience listening in rapt attention.

“To kill a snake, you kill off the snake’s head, and to kill an army, you kill their general.

If we take out West Duke James and capture the Western Capital City of Bernabeu, we will win the war in the west.

And hence, I propose that we regroup and redirect all our war efforts to taking down the West Duke” the guildmaster proposed, as his words caused quite the stir amongst the others.

The room erupted into murmurs as the guildmaster’s proposal sank in. The idea of targeting West Duke James and the Western Capital City of Bernabeu was bold—perhaps even reckless, however, if successful it could really change the tide of war big-time.

General Markus, still reeling from the failure at Coventry Town, was the first to speak. “Guildmaster, with all due respect, attacking Bernabeu will be no small feat. The capital is heavily fortified and even with the Duke’s forces weakened it won’t be easy to capture. Also…if we fail, it could spell disaster for the entire campaign.”

The guildmaster’s gaze shifted sharply to Markus, silencing him with a single glare. “Do you have a better suggestion, Markus?” he asked coldly.

Markus hesitated, then shook his head. “No, Guildmaster.”

The guildmaster straightened in his chair, his commanding presence filling the room. “Good. Then listen carefully.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He gestured to the map spread out on the table, pointing to key locations surrounding Bernabeu. “The Duke’s forces are concentrated here, here, and here.” His finger tapped on the city itself, the North Gate, and the nearby garrison. “We will deploy three separate units to simultaneously assault these positions. The main force will lay siege to the capital, while our elite teams infiltrate the city to take out the Duke. Once his head is removed, the remaining forces will crumble.”

Another general, Lyra, raised her voice. “And what of the DarkSky guild? They’ve been shadowing our every move, and I doubt they’ll sit idly by while we make such a bold play.”

The guildmaster’s lips curled into a grim smile. “Let them come. Their interference will only hasten their own demise. As our friends from the uprising will be waiting till they make a move to make their move.

We will become the mantis, the DarkSky guild will be the cicada while the uprising will be the oriole”

The room fell silent once more, the weight of the guildmaster’s plan settling over the gathered generals. Despite the risks, his proposal carried an undeniable logic—and for the first time in days, a faint flicker of hope arose within the hearts of them all.

“Prepare your units,” the guildmaster commanded, rising to his feet. “This war has dragged on long enough. It’s time we remind the world why the Whitesaber guild is feared.”

With those words, the guildmaster concluded the day’s meeting, but as the generals filed out, a lingering unease hung in the air.

The plan was bold, yes—but many understood that boldness alone might not be enough to turn the tide of this war.

To execute it, they were all going to be at the top of their game and make no mistakes, as only then could something so crazy be pulled off.