It’s human nature to pursue beautiful things, and naturally looking good is also a beautiful thing. However, this kind of liking is best kept in moderation. After all, cheering for Ramollok like those in the audience is harmless, but if you get captivated by any beautiful girl you come across, you may find yourself at risk of a scam; similarly, a handsome young man inviting you to his home might just be because he’s currently not caught.
Getting back to the point—
The name ’Ramollok’ seemed to captivate everyone’s attention, whether they were audience members or contestants. Nearly all focused their energy on the seventh combat zone where he was, filled with both anticipation and tension.
The anticipation mostly came from the audience, as they believed they would soon witness a perfect match... or a crushing defeat.
Contestants, however, weren’t in a great mood. After all, in a competition where failure meant elimination, having a monster-level figure like him enter was disheartening. As the tournament progresses, the chances of encountering him would only increase.
No one thought Ramollok’s opponent would win, including the opponent themselves. Everyone believed they were the first unlucky one, but definitely not the last.
In several camera shots showing Ramollok’s opponent (a fifth-grade dwarf girl from a military academy), it was clear that she was on the verge of tears, her face deathly pale, and her classmate serving as her counselor looked almost as shaken, trembling as if she were sifting wheat.
In fact, even the official counselor assigned to Ramollok, a goblin intern lecturer at [Mercury Gold Military Academy], looked slightly green. However, considering his species, it’s possible his face was naturally green.
Time flies, years go by—
Five minutes later, amidst all attention, the first round of the [Warfire League] finally commenced.
The most prominent screen divided into four displays in mid-air, with Ramollok and his opponent on the left and right sides respectively. The upper middle part showed a summary of the map, configuration, and strategic objectives randomly generated for the match, while the lower middle showcased a God’s Eye View of the magic sand table—with no fog of war and all elements visible.
Motan, watching live gameplay of tactical confrontations for the first time, adapted quickly. With his experience living in modern society, it took him less than two minutes to essentially understand all the information on the screen, and he furrowed his brows slightly: "This is..."
"An encounter battle."
Held tightly by Elisa in her embrace, Black turned his head towards Motan, nodded solemnly, and softly said: "Although both parties aim to lead small units deep into enemy territory for targeted strikes on designated units, based on the terrain, unless one side is completely unskilled, they will inevitably block each other at some point, thus engaging in an encounter battle with no retreat."
[Huh? This kid can really talk.]
Motan blinked in confusion, focusing his gaze on the serious-looking Zhengtai Saint Son, only to immediately realize the reason behind the latter’s sudden burst of activity.
Elisa Logan, Her Highness Griffin’s Second Princess, who had been tightly hugging Black from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder since earlier, was slightly agape in surprise. Her gaze towards the young man was filled with unmistakable amazement.
The look Motan received from Zhengtai Saint Son, although seemingly unchanged from usual, subtly carried a hint of a different undercurrent.
[Brother! Give me a hand, let me show off.]
Regardless of Black’s true intentions, in Motan’s eyes, it was likely as such ↑.
Thus, out of a mysterious camaraderie understandable to men, Motan immediately feigned a sudden realization and smacked his forehead with emphasis: "Wow! So that’s what’s going on! I was wondering why it seemed so odd; makes sense, makes sense. No wonder you’re regarded as the youngest genius in the Holy Church Union! I was a bit skeptical when Her Highness Xia Lian mentioned you were the major contributor in crippling the Queen of Wounds and causing a large-scale rebellion among the Northern Blood Barbarians!"
Motan’s natural expression and rich emotions thoroughly stunned Black, who had hoped for a little praise from him. The boy stood there dumbfounded for nearly a full minute, speechless.
Meanwhile, Yu Chen had already bent over discreetly, trying hard not to laugh too noticeably.
However, this wasn’t due to any inadequacy in Motan’s ’cooperation’ performance just now. In fact, despite some reasons, Motan’s behavior in emotional turmoil situations as a main participant was a disastrous level. Yet, if only acting as a wingman, even within his character of ’Absolute Neutrality,’ he was undeniably a top ace pilot.
Black’s embarrassment stemmed from his awareness that Brother Hei Fan was merely cooperating with him, knowing full well that the other was a monster-level commander who directed the battle on the Holy Mountain single-handedly. If such matters weren’t obvious to him, requiring his reminder to ’suddenly realize,’ Sumer might long have been seized by the Whisper Sect.
Yu Chen’s laughter, on the other hand, didn’t arise from an understanding of ’Black Fan Commander’s’ talents like Black, but from her knowledge of ’Motan’ as a person. Of course, this understanding might be somewhat one-sided, but regarding Motan at this moment, it had indeed become very difficult to hide secrets from Yu Chen.
Unless... Yu Chen didn’t even want to know.
However, in the eyes of Luna, Fyari, and Elisa, Motan’s words earlier undoubtedly elevated the fashionableness of Sun Saint Son Black seamlessly and subtly.
"You’re impressive, aren’t you?"
Luna turned to glance at Black, although unable to recall who the child was, she still expressed a certain degree of respect. Because Yu Chen said the boy was a good person, and Motan praised him as impressive, which meant he was an ’impressive good person,’ deserving of affirmation.
"Pretty good, Little Black."
Fyari leaned forward and powerfully ruffled Black’s hair, cheerfully saying: "I haven’t understood anything yet. Later, be our commentator, okay?"
"Hehe..."
Elisa didn’t say anything. Instead, after others shifted their gaze, she lightly bit Black’s ear, immediately shocking the lad who was considering saying something.
[Tsk, hard to tell if it’s a blessing or a curse...]
Motan didn’t miss this scene and discreetly chuckled before refocusing his attention on the first screen, closely watching Ramollok’s match alongside everyone present.
As Black had analyzed earlier, despite the contestants’ strategic goal merely being to break into enemy territory for targeted strikes on designated facilities, from the God’s Eye View without fog of war, we could see that as long as the main forces didn’t re-form plans, they were destined to engage in an encounter before reaching their destination.
Taking a step back, even if they cheated to realize this, they, as mid-level commanders, didn’t have the authority to move other units. Therefore, unless they abandoned strategic goals, the confrontation was only a matter of time.
If nothing inconsistent occurs, once this encounter battle concludes, this tactical showdown could be declared over.
Two short minutes later, Ramollok and his opponent simultaneously filled out the instruction cards in front of them and handed them to their ’counselors’ beside them.
By the rules, the two counselors appeared in the shadow-covered central sand table, and swiftly carried out operations as recorded on the command cards.
In less than thirty seconds, the powerful [Battle Six type] finished real-time simulations and generated several pieces of intelligence for both sides.
After the two counselors returned to their respective commander’s private booths, the sand table in the viewers’ eyes rapidly refreshed.
Mirrored actions!
Chapter 1267: Ending
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