novellk Chapter 59 Human joys and sorrows are not the same
Chapter 59 Human joys and sorrows are not the same
WE's team voice chat suddenly became somewhat quiet.
The speed at which this blood was produced left everyone somewhat speechless.
After a good three or four seconds, jungler Condi finally broke the silence: "Leg Bro... what's wrong? Why are you getting so worked up again?"
Mid laner Xiye glanced at the top lane, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Hearing his teammates' questions, 957 felt a burning pain on his face, and his toes were practically digging out a three-bedroom apartment.
What could he say?
Is he saying he was tricked again by an LPL newbie?
Or did you think you could do it, but ended up getting knocked away by the Gragas's belly?
Any words spoken at this moment seem like excuses.
"My bad, my bad..." 957 took a deep breath, swallowing all the humiliation, and said, "I was careless. I didn't expect Gragas to gank top at level two. This is all my fault."
Seeing 957 like this, the WE team members didn't say much, after all, 957 is usually the most reliable member of the team.
Condi glanced at the map and said, "It's okay, Leg Bro, you focus on farming. This Gragas is going to gank top at level two, I'll go steal his red buff. I'll also gank bot lane to make up for it. You play safe in lane and soak up experience, I'll help you when I get a chance, or I'll come after you reach level six. Camille's ultimate will trap Kalista, she's definitely dead!"
"Yeah, hold your ground in the top lane, and watch my Kog'Maw deal damage in the late game," the brother-in-law comforted him in broken Chinese.
Listening to his teammates' words, 957 took a few deep breaths and finally managed to pull himself back to his senses.
He secretly told himself that once he reached level six, it would be the end for the skateboard shoes!
At this point, the resurrection timer ended, and without teleportation, 957 could only control Camille and miserably walk uphill.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo, who had secured the first blood, was comfortably pushing the minion wave.
During the push, he missed two minions.
[Ding! Host made a mistake, missing 2 melee soldiers! Drop rate of Hand Speed Fragment +4%!]
Adding to the fragments from the missed soldiers, Lin Mo had already maxed out his hand speed.
As for consciousness, it's only 54%.
At that moment, the factory manager's voice rang out:
"Xiao Mo! Our teamwork this time was absolutely phenomenal!" Clearlove exclaimed as he recalled to base, his voice tinged with excitement. "I'm not going anywhere else this game, I'm going to protect you top lane to the death! I'm staying in the top half of the map! Xiao Mo, are you confident you can carry?"
For the factory manager, what he likes most is a teammate who can keep the enemy top laner under the turret and grind them down, because that means he can mindlessly invade the enemy jungle and dive the turret to collect gold at any time.
Lin Mo nodded: "Don't worry, Factory. After this round, you just need to lie back and let me carry you."
He was worried that his awareness was not good enough and that it was difficult to predict when the opposing mid and jungle players would come to attack him.
Now that the factory manager has said that, he no longer needs to worry about this problem and can just operate with confidence!
The two hit it off immediately, and Lin Mo began to return to the city to replenish his equipment.
After returning to the city, Lin Mo immediately bought a pair of attack speed boots.
Increased movement speed and attack speed make it easier for him to kite and wear down Camille.
By the time 957 reached the online area, Lin Mo had already returned to town, repaired his skateboard shoes, and logged back in.
At this point, Kalista had reached level three, while Camille was still a pitiful level one, with her experience bar barely moving.
Looking at the skateboard shoes' equipment slots and level, 957's heart was bleeding.
He thought to himself that this round would probably be all about gaining experience again.
But in reality, it was even more difficult than he had imagined.
Lin Mo has gained a huge advantage, how could he possibly act like a human?
He crossed the minion wave and pinned Camille under the tower.
Camille sniffed a melee minion's experience, and Kalista went in and landed two auto attacks followed by a QE combo, instantly taking away a third of Camille's health...
Even without attack speed boots, the level difference alone would deter 957 from engaging in a fight. After being chipped away at his health, he would have no choice but to endure it and retreat to the turret to AFK.
Fortunately, this wave of minions is pushing towards WE, so they'll eventually reach the tower.
As long as you survive under the tower, you'll have some self-protection and counter-attack capabilities once you reach level three.
However, to his surprise, even though Camille had already retreated under the turret, Kalista was still like a leech, constantly coming up to attack him and frantically probing the turret's attack edge.
"Hold on! Wait for the minion wave to reach the tower!" 957 looked at the large wave of minions that was about to push in, a hint of desire flashing in his eyes.
Four minutes have passed in the game.
Two full waves of minions finally surged into WE's top lane tower.
957 breathed a sigh of relief.
Under the tower is the last refuge for top laners.
After clearing these two waves of minions, he'll reach level three, and then that skateboarder definitely won't dare to be so arrogant anymore.
He took a breath, preparing to showcase his solid tower-dwelling fundamentals, to capitalize on this life-saving experience and gold, and to regain some of his laning ability.
However, just as he was preparing the low-health minions.
Behind the tower, in the grass next to the stone beetle, emerged a bald, fat man with a large belly, carrying a wine barrel.
957: "?"
He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand!
At this point in the game, shouldn't Gragas be farming jungle camps or looking for opportunities in mid or bot lane?
Don't you want the lower half of the jungle anymore?!
Don't they care about their teammates in the mid and bot lanes?!
Aren't you going to upgrade?!
As 957 was internally devastated, Lin Mo's devilish laughter echoed through the EDG team's voice chat: "Clearlove, get him!"
"Alright! Hehehe..." The factory manager also let out a lewd laugh.
Facing a level 1 Camille with more than half health, tower diving doesn't even require any tactics.
The barrel went straight up, used W [Drunken Frenzy] to take a swig of wine, and then used Q [Rolling Barrel] to slow Camille down.
957 used his E skill to hang on the wall, trying to escape.
In response, the factory manager simply pressed his E skill – Meatball Impact, and Gragas slammed his belly into Camille's E skill, interrupting her skill.
Lin Mo, who was standing to the side, was also busy, controlling Kalista to jump and attack wildly.
Basic attack, jump!
Basic attack, jump!
He even managed to dodge Camille's W tactical sweep during the jump, and then landed an accurate AQ on Camille.
In just three seconds, Lin Mo had already planted four spears in Camille, and then he immediately pressed his E skill - Tear!
Hiss!
As the spear was pulled out, Camille's health bar instantly dropped to zero.
"Ugh!" Camille screamed and collapsed behind her own defensive tower.
As for the factory manager who was carrying the tower, he swaggered out of the tower with half his health still intact.
2-0-0.
Looking at the results, Lin Mo couldn't help but smile.
The feeling of dominating the professional arena is simply amazing!
However, people's joys and sorrows are not the same.
……
0-2-0, 2 last hits.
Looking at the gray-white screen and the dismal score, 957's hands slid helplessly from the keyboard and mouse.