Well, what happened from that point onward wasn't even a match. It was basically an adult spanking a newborn child. The other side had absolutely no way of defending himself. Not only that, the mont the terrain was generated, Roan knew what the rigged part of the board ant for Olly's strategy. For Roan, Olly was basically telling him exactly what he intended to do.
"This..." Olly looked at the outco of the ga with his eyes wide open. He hadn't lost yet, but he couldn't see a way out at all. "How can that be?" His 'king' or the piece with the sa level of power was completely surrounded. The funny part was that Roan purposely left that piece alive on the board as he focused on wiping out all the rest.
What did Roan want to show with that? Well, everyone could tell. He simply wanted to show the difference between Olly and himself. "That's about it. I can finish it, or you can surrender. Which one do you want?"
Olly's expression went dark as he looked back at Roan. "Shut up! You must have cheated! There's no way you could get such an advantage."
"Is that so?" Roan asked back. "It's not like I didn't expect you to refuse to admit defeat. Very well. If you want, we can start a new ga. How about that? This ti, I won't hold back, though."
Olly felt like he was pardoned. After all, Olly could feel the eyes of everyone else behind him. Wasn't he supposed to win this match very easily? Obviously, he could imagine how angry the others were. "Hmph! We'll see about that!"
The ga was quickly reset as a completely different field appeared. Once again, there was a well-hidden connection that was supposed to give Olly the advantage. However...
"Alright, you're planning to take the back valley, which is open and surrounded by the poison mist. You will use only a fourth or a third of the troops that can deal with the poison fog, trying to divert my attention from the mountain range. Am I correct? However, the real plan cos from the river and the narrow path on its south side. Well, if we look from your side of the board, it's the north side, right?" Roan asked Olly.
Olly couldn't help but sweat a little when he heard that. This was one of the strategies he had developed in his rigged board. He had several other strategies that the board would generate and could make use of. Yet, this one was already out of the question as Roan saw straight through it. In fact, if Roan hadn't opened his mouth, Olly would have done exactly what Roan said. "Hmph! What are you trying to do? Scare or sothing? You're wrong! Or perhaps you aren't. After all, it's not like I'll tell you my strategy."
Without much choice, Olly saw himself forced to take a new path. One mustn't have the wrong idea, though. Olly was indeed very good at this board ga. It's just that he chose the wrong opponent.
"You will use the swamp and 400 to 500 soldiers and two commanders to form a pincer attack at the entrance. At the sa ti, another 700 to 800 troops will charge at my group of tad demon beast riders from the outside, trying to disrupt my defense." Roan said all of that with a bored expression.
Olly began to wonder whether Roan could read his mind or anything. Even the most unconventional ideas he had were seen through straight away. Worst of all, Roan was speaking out loud, making Olly feel even worse.
"Not a bad decision. Retreating your troops to the entrance of the right castle and holding your position was the optimal choice."
Olly hadn't even done that before Roan's words ca out.
"I wouldn't use the archers to rain down arrows on my riders. Can't you see? If I..."
Soti later...
"You have lost."
Olly's confidence was getting hurt after that. However, he still asked to play again, which Roan accepted.
"Wrong once again. You lost half of your infantry from the exact sa strategy in the last ga? What are you thinking? Could it be that you expect to think that you wouldn't use the sa thod again? How naive can you be?"
"You have lost again."
Another ga.
"You're going to use your riders to pass through my infantry instead of my own riders. No one would expect that in this situation, so I'll praise you for coming up with that," said Roan before Olly even made a move again.
"You have lost."
"Now the catapults..."
"You have lost."
"You have lost."
"How stupid can you be? Can't you tell that I can see through the rigged board? It's the sa as telling exactly what you intend to do. You have lost even worse this ti."
The disciples who put their trust in Olly were angry at first. However, they soon began to feel respect for the older black-haired man in front of Olly. So of them knew the ga well. They knew that Olly's plays... or what he intended to do before Roan opened his mouth, were indeed very good. If they were in Roan's place, they would have lost many tis already. Yet, Roan used every single decision Olly made to strike hard on his weaknesses. Let alone Olly, everyone watching the gas understood that they wouldn't fare any better in front of Roan."
"Sigh... this is getting boring," Roan eventually shook his head. "Rean, wanna try? He has lost twenty-seven tis already. Even if you lose, he will need to win twenty-eight tis to catch up to ."
Rean laughed in response. "Hey, weren't you the one who didn't want to waste ti? How co you accepted to play it twenty-six tis?"
Roan disagreed, clarifying, "This was not a waste of ti. I only wanted to show the difference between them and . Then again, you should have no problem against him either, so it will be good if you solidify your position as well."
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