Wang Gulas's hand trembled.
Ever since becoming a legendary transcendental powerhouse, he could no longer remember how long it had been since his emotions had been shaken so violently.
And the reason for all this was merely a card game.
Well, putting it that way seemed a little inappropriate. To be precise, it was a... card game aimed at transcendental powerhouses.
...Wasn't that still a card game?
In Wang Gulas's view, even if every card could be used as a special summoning spell, that did not change the fact that Hearthstone Legends was a card game.
"Still not done thinking? The rope's already burning," Giant Axe reminded him.
The two sat across from each other on opposite sides of the same Hearthstone table. At the very center of the table, a rope was steadily burning, its end connected to the "End Turn" marker.
According to Luo Chuan's design—really, he had simply copied over things from his memories—each round of a Hearthstone match lasted one minute and fifteen seconds, giving players that time to think.
During the final fifteen seconds, a burning rope would appear.
Once the rope had completely burned away, the turn would be forcibly ended and passed to the opponent.
That was exactly what Wang Gulas was experiencing now.
"Don't rush me." Wang Gulas stared fixedly at the cards in his hand, doing his utmost to think of the best response. He felt that he had never been this nervous even when studying Magic Inscription.
As the music grew more impassioned, the rope burned to its end.
The button representing "End Turn" lit up on its own, and Wang Gulas's turn came to an end. In the very last second, he finally completed his deliberation and played a minion onto the battlefield.
"I am—Warsong Commander!"
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