Chapter 471: Who Is the Real AI Here?
The Elf race's trees could all stand up and move, but in the previous battle, most of them had already been uprooted by Origin to serve as front-line tanks. There weren't many left at the base.
Only this one War Ancient at the expansion mine—whether Origin had forgotten about it or done it on purpose—had never joined the fight before. Now it suddenly stood up and started crawling toward Chen Mo's base!
This tree crawled extremely slowly, and the map was huge. By the time it finished demolishing all of Chen Mo's buildings, who knew how long that would take!
But... even if it took forever, it would still get the job done! In that case, Chen Mo would still lose!
Just as everyone was feeling speechless, the director cut to two shots in the corner.
Who said Chen Mo had no units left? Chen Mo still had three Ghouls and one Destroyer!
Those three Ghouls were the ones that had been gathering wood the whole time. In the final team fight, Chen Mo had directly sent them to tear down Origin's base.
As for this Destroyer... no one had really noticed it! Whether Chen Mo had overlooked it or done it on purpose, it had been quietly floating above the trees in the farthest corner of the map, completely unnoticed!
Now the Destroyer moved, heading toward the War Ancient slowly crawling across the center of the map!
The audience immediately erupted in cheers. The Destroyer was an air unit—the tree couldn't touch it!
This War Ancient was nothing but a sitting duck, only able to take a beating. So did that mean victory still belonged to Chen Mo?
As long as he took down this tree, wouldn't the destruction of the other Elf buildings just be a matter of time?
But the moment it spotted the Destroyer, the War Ancient suddenly turned around, walked into a patch of trees, pulled one up, and stuffed it into its mouth.
Everyone: "..."
What the hell, there's a move like that?
The Destroyer followed the tree, attacking it all the way, but the tree just kept eating trees one after another to heal itself. With the Destroyer's empty mana pool, its damage output was so pitiful that blowing up this tree would take forever!
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"This computer... it's cheating!"
"Yeah, how can Origin cheat like this? If it were a human player, they would have surrendered by now, right? What's the point of dragging this out?"
"Obviously Chen Mo should have won this! What are the referees doing? Why don't they just declare Chen Mo the winner?"
The three referees also looked pained. How were they supposed to judge this? They'd never seen a situation like this before!
Chen Mo stretched his shoulders, stood up, walked over to the referees, and said a few words.
The referees exchanged glances, then nodded.
Soon, the game was terminated, and everyone immediately received the notification about the match result.
First game result: Draw!
The moment they got this notification, the spectators were furious.
Why a draw? Chen Mo was clearly about to win! No matter how many more hours it took—even if it took ten more hours, even if the War Ancient ate every single tree on the map—the Destroyer would still eventually take it down!
But the organizers quickly explained that this draw was proposed by Chen Mo himself...
Di Gua's face instantly darkened. "What the hell is Chen Mo thinking? Did he get water in his brain? Or did his brain stop working after playing for over an hour? This is clearly a winning game—why would he voluntarily ask for a draw?"
Goph was also baffled. "Yeah, if it were me, I'd play for ten more hours to win. You might not get another chance like this!"
The live audience was also buzzing with discussion, unable to understand what Chen Mo meant by this.
Li Jingsi said softly, "I think... maybe Chen Mo wants to torture Origin for two more rounds?"
Di Gua: "..."
Goph: "..."
You sure have a big heart! It's a Bo3 match, and you want to sweep Origin 3-0?
Why don't you just fly to the moon?!
...
The draw in the first game left the spectators all indignant, but after the second game started, everyone suppressed their frustration and continued watching.
At least in the first game, Chen Mo had proven with the Undead race that he was fully capable of beating Origin. So what about the rest?
In the second game, when everyone saw the loading screen information, their eyes lit up.
Human vs. Night Elf!
"Chen Mo finally picked Human!"
"Hey, I wanted to see Random Race again!"
"Come on, one game of Random Race is enough. Chen Mo knows what he's doing. The Undead on a large map is just too hard to play. If he got another random Undead or Orc, he might not be able to pull off that kind of endgame again!"
"Exactly. Picking Human means Chen Mo isn't being stubborn. Why mess around when you can win?"
"Do you think Chen Mo picking Human has some deeper meaning? Like representing humanity to defeat Origin?"
"Oh, that makes sense! Maybe that's really what Chen Mo was thinking! Using the Human race to represent humanity—that's actually a great idea!"
Seeing Chen Mo pick Human, Goph and Di Gua, who were watching, also breathed a sigh of relief.
There was hope!
If Chen Mo could hold his own against the Night Elf's expansive mining strategy on a large map with the Undead, wouldn't picking Human make things even smoother?
But when the game loaded, they saw it: large map, far spawn!
Everyone felt a pang of sympathy.
Did Chen Mo forget to wash his face or hands before coming out? How could his luck be so bad? Two games in a row with large map and far spawn?
Still, Human had an advantage over Undead on far spawn maps. Chen Mo's face showed no expression at all; he was still completely focused on the screen.
"I feel like Chen Mo's strategy is a bit like Di Gua's?"
"Yeah, both are fast-expanding."
"But he's playing way more aggressively than Di Gua. After fast-expanding, Chen Mo didn't build that many towers. Instead, he's been chasing Origin the whole time?!"
When Di Gua had faced Origin on a large map before, his tactic was also to expand multiple bases, putting up many Arrow Towers at each mine to ensure his expansions wouldn't fall.
But that meant investing too much economy into towers, preventing him from leaving his bases to limit Origin's expansion.
On the surface, Chen Mo was still fast-expanding, but he put at most two towers at each mine. For some farther ones, he only placed a single Magic Tower. Meanwhile, his main army was leveling up on the map while hunting down Origin's position!
"Why do I feel like Chen Mo's APM is skyrocketing again? Is he planning to go head-to-head with Origin the whole game?"
"Doesn't... doesn't he get tired?! He just finished a bladder-busting game last round!"
"To be fair, it doesn't look like Chen Mo is losing out!"
"Exactly. No disadvantage in the early game, economy isn't falling behind, and he's always ahead in population!"
"The mixed army is almost ready! Sorceresses, Riflemen, Spell Breakers, and Mortar Teams! The Archmage respecced into Blizzard, and the Blood Mage's Fire levels are gradually coming up!"
"The Elf's Bears are already swimming! That Sorceress Slow is really effective!"
"Could it be... that this is the real full-power Chen Mo? If you covered up the IDs and just looked at the gameplay, I honestly couldn't tell which one was Origin!"
"Yeah, how come it feels like Chen Mo is the AI here? With this micro, this game sense—are you the one cheating?!"
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