"Because I'm excited."
"I think it's fear."
"You!"
The War King was left speechless, and Abaddon had already launched his attack.
The second game was a complete rout.
The Twin Tower City Grand Arena had become as quiet as a library.
The War King was keenly aware that his hands were shaking, but he couldn't control them.
'Calm down, calm down. Just like in practice. I can do this. I can win the final game…'
Amidst his frantic self-hypnosis, the final game began.
The War King assessed the map for this game. It was a high-resource map; economy would be crucial.
He planned a standard opening: build a Mine, move his base, then build another Mine to secure two resource patches.
'Just stick to the plan, and I can win. Besides, that Abaddon guy doesn't do rush attacks…'
Just as the War King was lifting his base to move it, a small unit suddenly darted out of the fog of war.
It was a parasitic Little Devil from the Devil Camp, a unit capable of seizing control of vehicles.
