novellk Chapter 60 is over. Leg Bro has been beaten into a relic.
Chapter 60 is over. Leg Bro has been beaten into a relic.
Four minutes, died twice, last hits: 2.
If the previous wave of casualties was a tide, then this one is like a tsunami.
This tsunami caused the mental barrier he had painstakingly built to collapse instantly.
957 braced his elbows on the table, clutching his head and muttering softly, "Why...why am I always the one who gets hurt?"
"He wasn't like this when he played against Letme..."
"He's clearly just a scoundrel, not a treacherous villain like that..."
Why...?
Muttering to himself, 957 looked up and gazed at the screen again.
He watched as the two waves of minions were devoured by the tower, and he felt his breathing become increasingly difficult.
What do you mean, the best top laner in the LPL?
What level six ultimate move? It's all a joke!
When Kalista reaches level six, will I be able to level up to level three?
He wasn't sure.
……
Meanwhile, jungler Condi was certainly not idle.
While Gragas was tower diving in the top lane, Condi completely looted EDG's lower jungle. He then coordinated with his bot lane duo to gank, successfully forcing Zet's Ashe to use Flash and Heal, and severely damaging Meiko's Braum.
"Leg Bro! I forced out both of the enemy AD's summoner spells, and I've completely overrun the bottom half of the map! Hold on, we have an advantage in the bottom lane!" Condi barely managed to report the good news over the voice chat.
He actually saw what happened when he was farming the jungle.
It can only be said that this wave is not 957's fault. After all, the factory manager was willing to give up resources to force him to fight, and as the jungler, he couldn't get there in time from the bottom jungle. 957 was destined to die.
However, there was no response from the other end of the voice call.
"Legs, are you alright? You've only been messed with twice, we still have a chance," Condi comforted him.
Two seconds later, 957's soulless voice finally came through the audio:
"How about you come top lane and farm my lane? That way, I might be able to get half the experience..."
Condi glanced at the top laner's screen; the 0-2 score and 2 CS stung his eyes.
He swallowed hard, silently swallowing the words of comfort and dissuasion he wanted to say.
This isn't just a disadvantage for the top laner; it's an apocalyptic disaster.
Having played professionally with 957 for so long, he had never seen 957 so miserable in a match, oh, and never in ranked games either.
In the previous game, Mo used an unexpected top lane Karma strategy, which led to 957 being solo killed at level three and subsequently losing his momentum.
This round is even more brutal...
Candy thought that if he had experienced that, he would probably have been so angry that he would have cursed out loud...
It's impressive that Leg Bro managed to refrain from swearing...
……
Meanwhile, in the official LPL live stream room...
The number of bullet comments has broken historical records, with dense text completely obscuring the screen:
"?????????"
"Holy crap! You call this some kind of 'god of chaos'?!"
"Investigate thoroughly! I suggest suspending the match immediately. Mo is definitely possessed by Uzi!"
"Forget Uzi, could he achieve this level of performance in the top lane if Uzi came?"
"I think Leg Bro is really going to shut up; he's been beaten numb."
"That's hilarious. 957 got two last hits in four minutes. I probably could have played better than him."
"Where did my 'Leg Bro,' who was supposed to be the best top laner in the LPL, go? What happened to him?"
"What's so great about Mo relying solely on jungling? If Condi had been as dedicated to helping the top lane as Clearlove, Kalista might have been the one dying twice."
"Ignoring the facts. If I were your father, you would have been thrown against the wall long ago."
"Seriously, why isn't the factory manager farming the jungle? Why is he AFK in the top lane bush?"
"..."
There is much discussion about this.
The game continues.
Lin Mo secured two kills and a perfect last hit. After returning to base, he bought a Vampire Scepter and an attack speed sword, heading straight for his core item, Blade of the Ruined King.
After Lin Mo re-entered the game, 957, who had also been resurrected, followed closely behind and arrived in the top lane.
Lin Mo glanced at the minion wave, which was now pushing towards his own side, so he started to cross the minion wave to control the lane again.
He glanced at the barrels of liquor in the nearby grass and said, "Factory, are you sure Candy will come?"
"Yes, trust me," the factory manager said confidently. "If he doesn't come, 957 might as well just AFK this game."
Lin Mo nodded, choosing to trust the factory manager.
On the other end.
957 looked at the distant minion wave and the skateboarder in front of it, feeling caught in a dilemma.
Relying on past experience? Those skateboard shoes would probably turn you into a hedgehog.
If you don't go, you can only watch the level gap widen.
Just as 957 was sinking into deep despair, Condi's voice came through the earphones.
"Hey bro, don't rush, I'll come over after I finish clearing this jungle camp. I'll help you clear the lane, and we'll push the lane together so you can get some experience and reach level three first."
This is the best option WE's top laner can make right now.
The jungler sacrifices some of their own development time to act as a bodyguard for the top laner, just so that their own top laner can get a bite to eat.
"Okay..." 957's voice was dry.
Not long after, Condi's Lee Sin circled around from his own upper jungle and quietly crept into the blind spot near the top lane river and tri-bush.
Lin Mo, however, seemed completely unaware of this.
The skateboarder seemed oblivious and took two more steps forward, directly pressing into the area in front of WE's top lane tower. He blatantly blocked Camille's position, not only ignoring her experience gain, but also preventing 957 from leaving the tower.
Condi's eyes lit up when he saw this.
"Leg Bro! This kid's too cocky!" Condi shouted in the voice chat. "He's pushing so deep! We have a chance to take him down this time. Get ready, I'm coming right now!"
Upon hearing Condi's words, 957's heart, which had been as still as water, skipped a beat.
A spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.
Yup!
There are two of us on our side!
Lee Sin is currently level four, and I'm only level two, but if I can land my E skill on Kalista, combined with Lee Sin's damage, I can definitely kill her instantly!
Even if he misses the kick, the damage from those two guys would be enough to kill the skateboarder.
If I can kill him once, I can catch my breath on the way up! I might even be able to fight back and get my revenge!
Thinking of this, 957's eyes brightened even more.
"I'm going!"
Seeing Condi's Lee Sin approaching from the river, 957 pressed his E skill without hesitation!
The steel shadow projected out a hook, which was nailed to the wall next to it. Then, the second E was like an arrow released from a bow, carrying all of 957's frustration, anger and hope, and kicked towards the skateboard shoes!
"Die, you son of a bitch!!!" 957 roared in a low voice.
However, the roar was abruptly cut off before it could finish.
His E skill did indeed hit the skateboard shoe.
but……
The moment he kicked the skateboarder in the face, a huge meatball suddenly rushed out from the first bush near the WE turret on the top lane!
"Bang!"
A dull thud resounded.
Camille was hit squarely in the face by a barrel with a large belly!
Barrels!
A Tier 3 barrel!
The sudden appearance of the barrel shattered all of 957's illusions.
Gragas used a combo with WEQA and Electrocute, and 957 found that his health had instantly dropped by more than half.
The next moment, Kalista also made her move.
Flat A, flat A, AQA...
Three seconds later.
With a hiss, the spear was pulled out, and Camille's level 2 health bar was instantly emptied again, causing her to collapse to the ground.
"Killing spree"
The notification that the skateboard shoes were wreaking havoc echoed throughout Summoner's Rift.
Condi, who had just rushed over from the river, froze for a second upon seeing this scene, then went back the way he came...
As he retreated, he subconsciously pressed the Tab key.
He glanced at the barrel's stats and level, and a chill ran down his spine.
Level 3.
The game time has now reached five and a half minutes.
This barrel is only level three!
What does this mean?
This means that since that tower dive kill at four minutes, this Gragas may never have left the top lane!
He didn't go to eat the stone golem, didn't go to farm the F6 camp, and didn't even go back to town!
He crouched there in the dark bush in front of WE's top lane tower for more than a minute!
Just waiting for Camille to step out of the turret!
What kind of pervert is this?
You're a jungler, and you don't farm for a minute instead of AFKing in the bushes to ambush people?
Is this a professional match, or some kind of psychological horror game?!
Then, considering that he himself had ordered 957 to go first, he kicked himself into someone else's mouth like takeout food...
Condi swallowed hard, turned his head guiltily, and stole a glance at 957 sitting not far away.
He thought that 957 would lose his temper, smash his keyboard, and yell at him.
but.
At this moment, 957 sat quietly in his gaming chair.
He remained expressionless and silent.
The pale gray reflection from the computer screen cast a dim light on his face, giving him an unusually calm appearance.
It was as if nothing had happened.
But it seems like everything has happened.
Yes.
At this moment, 957 felt no anger, no humiliation, and not even the slightest desire to win.
All things are empty.
His mind flashed through his highlights of the season: solo kills, 1v2 comebacks, teleporting behind enemy lines like a god descending to earth...
The glory of being hailed as "LPL's best top laner" now seems so distant and unreal.
"So... League of Legends is such a boring game."
Looking at his 0-3 score and his still low 2 CS, 957 suddenly found it somewhat amusing.
Five minutes ago, I confidently declared that I would teach Mo a lesson and show him the cruelty of the LPL top lane.
As a result, Mo took a leave of absence from school and blew up the school.
As the skateboarder walked closer to the tower, it wasn't arrogance on his part; it was simply a meticulously arranged execution platform.
And he himself, like an impatient clown, gleefully put on the gallows, encouraged by Candy.
"Leg...Leg Bro..." Condi hesitated before speaking, genuinely afraid that 957 would suddenly lose his Dao heart and give up. "Are you alright?"
957 didn't look at him, her eyes still staring blankly at the screen. After a long while, she finally spoke calmly:
"Candy, go ahead."
"Huh? Where to?"
"Anywhere is fine." 957's voice was light and flat, without any inflection. "From now on, treat Shanglu as an orphanage. Don't come looking for me, and don't look at me. Just let me rot quietly in this gray world."
Condi: ...
Oh no, Leg Bro got beaten to a pulp by Mo...