"This is incredible, Nidalee actually grabbed the baron from five people on the other side." Jim said on the American commentary stage while looking at the big screen.
"Although they grabbed the baron, they still paid the price of two lives. With the equipment and level advantages of the five players on the Chinese team, they could definitely end the game with a wave from the middle." Iserson said.
"Yes." Alexander nodded and said, "If it is a normal situation, exchanging two heads for a big dragon is very profitable, but the problem is that the Western European team is too disadvantaged now. Sona and the three of them alone are completely Unable to defend against the impact of five opponents."
"If Pantheon and Nidalee hadn't been killed, the Western European team might really have made a comeback with this wave of dragons," Jim said.
"This is not necessarily true," Esserson said. "The economy between the two sides has already reached 13,000 yuan. Even if the Western European team safely robs the dragon, it will only save 1,500 yuan. The equipment between the two sides The gap is still too big." After saying that, he paused and quickly added, "However, although they can't come back, they can delay the game for a while with the help of Baron."
"Yes." Alexander nodded almost habitually, "The equipment and levels of both sides are so different. It is impossible for the Western European team to make a comeback. At most, they can only say that they have gained more game time."
"I think the Western European team may have to move Heimerdinger in their next game." Iserson laughed when he saw the match director suddenly giving a close-up shot of the big head running in the middle with a wrench.
"Indeed." Jim smiled, "This Lin Heimerdinger is so overbearing. He killed 8 people in the audience, including the Leopard Girl alone. It's really unbelievable."
"And Blitzcrank, he also performed very well in this game, with all kinds of dazzling long hooks." Alexander said.
“Blitzcrank, Renekton, and Graves all performed very well, completely suppressing their opponents online,” Iserson said. “But to be honest, the person who really determines the outcome of this game is me. I think it's Heimerdinger. Even though his output ability in team battles is not strong, every time he fights in a team, he releases key skills to maximize output. Moreover, online, whether it's Nidalee, Even Swain, they were both crushed to death by him and couldn't get up at all."
"That's right." Jim nodded and smiled, "This Chinese Lin is the type I like. He not only has strong strength, but also has the confidence and arrogance to have a bird's-eye view of the heroes. For example, in this game, he resolutely showed us what we have learned from Heimerdinger that I couldn’t even imagine.”
"Heimerdinger is a hero, although he cannot be said to be very poor, but he is one of the most unpopular heroes in the entire "League of Legends". Usually we rarely see him in the pub game, let alone in today's super In the competition.”
…
The American commentary desk is discussing, and the commentators on the Western European commentary desk are also talking non-stop. However, compared to the calm and calm faces of Jim and others, the three blond and blue-eyed commentators He had a look of disappointment and worry.
"In 12 seconds, Pantheon and Nidalee will be resurrected," said the handsome blonde commentator.
"We must hold them back, otherwise the base will be lost." Holding his fist in his right hand, the middle-aged man stared straight at the big screen and said.
"They pushed it," the bald narrator said.
"Fuck." Seeing the robot on the big screen suddenly rushing up to hit Feng Nu, the handsome blond commentator couldn't help but swore, punched the table with one punch, and cursed angrily, "This damn Bree "
"Check is making this move..." He pulled his right fist in vain, and the middle-aged man looked at the captured Feng Nu angrily.
"I'm going to lose." Seeing Feng Nu being instantly killed by five crocodiles, the bald commentator smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Why."
…
"Oh," Zeng Wenfeng stood up from his seat on the domestic commentary stage, waved his arms violently and shouted excitedly in the direction of the stage, "Surrender, surrender, the Western European team surrendered."
"Oh." Sitting next to her, Zhang Xiaoting also waved her fist excitedly.
"Nice." Negative IQ snapped his fingers vigorously, his face filled with joy.
"Congratulations to our Chinese team, congratulations to our Chinese team for taking the lead in winning the first game of the promotion round." Zeng Wenfeng still roared.
"Woo,."
"咻咻,."
In the auditorium, fanatical whistles and shouts rang out like bursts of thunder. Many audience members stood up from their seats, either shouting in the direction of the stage, or applauding in congratulations.
"Yes." In the player area, as soon as he saw the opponent's surrender message, he snapped his fingers in relief.
"Someone, come with us to the toilet, you will be rewarded." Smiling, Gao Lin took off the headset on his head and turned his head to look at Zhang Zhou.
"Someone, who is it?" Zhang Zhouda pretended not to know, looked around, and quickly said to Xiao Zifeng next to him, "Wind God, is it you?"
"What do you think?" Xiao Zifeng looked at Zhang Zhou with a faint smile.
"That's right." Shi Xinshang also smiled and turned his head to look at Zhang Zhou, "I remember, someone just said that if Dalong was robbed, he would go eat shi."
"You 2B, I said Pan Sen could grab the dragon, but did Pan Sen grab it? Did he grab it?" Zhang Zhou spread his hands, looking like a rogue.
"Okay, you can leave it to the Internet to defend yourself later." Gao Lin smiled slightly and turned back to arrange his mouse and keyboard.
Soon, two coaches, Yang Zhenxing and Lu Hai, walked in from the backstage and nodded to the two referees with smiles on their faces.
After finishing cleaning up, everyone in Gao Lin walked into the Western European team player area under the leadership of a referee and shook hands with the five players one by one to thank them.
However, an unexpected scene happened. When Gao Lin wanted to shake hands with the Western European team's mid laner Nuwax, the other player ignored him. Instead, he said "Waitandsee" arrogantly and took his coat and left.
After being stunned for two seconds, Gao Lin came back to his senses, looked at the other person's back, and smiled calmly.
Seeing this situation, the referee was also a little unhappy, but when he saw Nuwax leaving, he could not scold him out loud, so he comforted Gao Lin in English: "lin, nevermind."
"Thank you." Gao Lin smiled and nodded.
"You're so arrogant." Zhang Zhou leaned over and looked at Nuwax's back.
"Okay, let's go." Gao Lin shrugged and said softly.
