Yu Wenzhou turned Soksar's perspective and quickly observed the surrounding environment. Above his head, rows of tall pine trees soared into the sky. The bark of the trees was bare, and only a small branch and leaf at the top stretched hard to connect them.
The sky was darkened. Underfoot, dead tree trunks criss-crossed the area, and patches of short grass no higher than knee-high almost formed a grassland.
When the map was first loaded, the name of the map flashed across my retina at a glance, just four words:
Yellowstone National Park.
They had practiced this picture before.
Among the 80 officially announced maps, each of them carefully walked through 20 team battle maps.
The details of the map flew through his mind like subtitles line by line. Yu Wenzhou concentrated and typed two lines of commands in the team channel:
"Zhou, Huang, explore the way."
"The rest of the people, upper right diagonal."
Yi Gun Chuan Yun and Ye Yu Sheng immediately left the team, one to the left and one to the right, cutting out diagonally. Zhou Zekai was still silent as usual in the national team. In addition to broadcasting the coordinates and surrounding environment at a constant speed, there was nothing in the team channel.
There are not even a single redundant word; as for Huang Shaotian, his speeches on the team channel complemented Zhou Zekai's, but on the public channel...
"Hi Little Japan, where are you?"
"What's it like there?"
"Stop wandering around the map, let's just meet in the middle and have a fight!"
"Who is in charge of your command this time? Is it the ninja? I would say that the Japanese really have an advantage in the profession of ninja. It is probably also your characteristic. It seems that the Japanese Professional League has produced several good ninjas.
Come...Hey, do your ninjas have any special skills? Sharingan? Tsukuyomi? Shinra Tensei? Earth Reincarnation? Hey, I said you don't need chakra to perform ninjutsu..."
In the public channel, messages were scrolling up like flowers. The captain of the Japanese team originally wanted to be polite and tentatively said "Hello", but he was rushed away in an instant.
A torrent of news was pouring out of the team channel, and in the blink of an eye, several screens had been scrolled by. Even though he had already known from the information what kind of person Huang Shaotian was, now that he was facing it head-on, he still felt
A little dizzy.
And the Sharingan!
And chakra!
What a mess!
"Hey, this is Glory, not Naruto...Are there no ninjas in China?"
"Yes! Let me tell you, the ninjas of the Yanyu family are very strong. It takes a lot of brainpower to fight against him every time! But there are still not as many ninjas as in Japan, right? How many ninjas are there in the Japanese league? Seven? Eight?"
"...It seems like eight?"
"Wow, there are actually eight! That's really a lot! There are six tactics in the Chinese League, which already makes people feel like there are tactics everywhere, but then I counted, and it turns out that there are eight sharpshooters! So it turns out that there are eight tactics!
Are there as many fighting techniques as dogs and sharp spears all over the ground... Speaking of which, we also have six swordsmen here! As expected of me, the great swordsman is so powerful and domineering!"
"So there are so many swordsmen walking around like dogs?" The Japanese team's mad swordsman couldn't help but interject.
"Hey, what are you talking about? Aren't mad swordsmen also of the sword type? Xiangjian, why are you so impatient? Oh, by the way, I have a question for you. What can you eat in Japan? I came to Japan during my last summer break.
Son, I was so hungry after eating a top-notch kaiseki meal... I can’t get enough of sushi! I can’t get enough of sashimi! I can’t get enough of kaiseki cuisine! I don’t feel full from the beginning to the end! The scenery is great just for the meal
It’s so wronged!”
"..."
"…………"
"………………………………"
A series of ellipsis jumps out of the screen.
Judging from the length of the ellipsis, it feels like half of the Japanese players have collapsed.
Even the commentator couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Uh... Huang Shaotian launched his usual trash talk attack..." Pan Lin tried his best to lower the corners of his mouth. He usually didn't find it when he was commentating in China, but now that he is commentating on international competitions, Huang Shaotian's trash talk seems particularly funny, especially
It's refreshing. I can completely understand why swordsmen in online games are generally talkative...
I can't laugh, I can't laugh, I can't hahahaha, I can't even think about the commentary... Think about the bonus... What should I do if he still wants to laugh!
"Okay, let's take a look at the map for this competition first." Li Yibo came to the rescue in time.
As a player who only retired at the end of the fourth season and had a head-on encounter with Huang Shaotian - especially since the league had not changed the rules in the fourth season, he could still continue to dominate the screen even after the corpse was lying in the rain - Li Yibo's resistance to trash talk.
Sex is obviously higher than Pan Lin.
When I started explaining at this time, although I still couldn't help but want to laugh, my tone was still normal.
"The name of the map for this team battle is Yellowstone Park. Judging from the details, it is indeed taken from the real Yellowstone Park. The map is divided into four parts: the upper left corner is the intermittent fountain, the upper right corner is the canyon, and the lower left corner is the forest.
, the grassland in the lower right corner. The elements of the map can be said to be very rich."
With these few words, the six players of the Japanese team were obviously a little irritated by Huang Shaotian. The gangster of the Japanese team couldn't help but typed in the public channel: "Referee, can you ask the other player to focus on the game?"
?”
Referee from the Norwegian Professional League: "..."
As a Nordic who has always been aloof, two people have to stay one meter apart when taking the subway, and they can stay silent for three hours in the same train. He is really, really not used to someone talking so much.
However, seeing that Ye Yushengfan was blasting the screen in the public channel while reporting coordinates and scenes accurately and evenly in the team channel, as if he was an expert, he...
Putting his professional training as a referee on the line, he really couldn't say that this player from the Chinese team was not focused on the game.
"Let's take a look at the information of both players." Pan Lin took a breath and took over the burden of explanation. The director also gave a small split screen at the right time and cut out the list of players from both sides.
Chinese team team battle list:
Yu Wenzhou, Warlock, Soksar.
Huang Shaotian, the swordsman, the sound of rain at night is annoying.
Zhou Zekai, a sharpshooter, can shoot through the clouds.
In contrast, there is the team battle roster of the Japanese team. On the big screen above the arena, the six lines of text showing the player roster are switching to Chinese, opposite to the Chinese team's roster, hanging far above:
Takeuchi Hisamori, Ninja, Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.
Tsurutahiko, Pastor, Hotaru.
Kurosawa, Gunner, Fenglin Huoshan.
Kyoko Kagawa, elemental mage, Jinhaori.
Ozaki Ono, gangster, demon fox Abe.
Matsushima Yukio, the mad swordsman, the world's martial arts warrior.
After hurriedly reading through the information about the Japanese team players, a line suddenly popped up on the public channel.
Yeyu Shengfan: I caught you!
La la la la, the sound of falling trees tore apart the treetops.