Vanguard of the Eternal Night

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At the end of the ten minutes of the capture of the flag, the points ratio of the two sides is this: 461 points for the seven killing team and 139 points for the dreams team.

The seven killing team won no controversy.

Some of the seven killers said: "I won by lying on my thigh."

Of course, this kind of words cannot be said outside.

When the two teams stood on the stage again, the captains of the two sides shook hands friendly.

The seven killing captain said: "Concession."

Captain dreams said: "The victory and defeat are impermanent, let's look at the next game."

There is only 1 minute of finishing time in the middle, and the second game of bo3 starts immediately.

This time random map: Luna Forest.

The trees in this picture are very large, very thick and towering, and there are many places that are suitable for concealment. At the same time, there are many neutral creatures in the map, including snakes, lizards, and apes. Among them, snakes will actively attack nearby people and are highly toxic.

Random to the pattern: killing.

20 resurrection places per team, whoever loses 20 people first will lose.

Seeing the random result, the captain of Dreams snorted.

The seven killing captains are happy to open the flowers.

The male commentary: "This is a difficult dream."

The female commentary: "Yes, this picture is suitable for the play of assassin players, and the four masters of the seven kills are such a *... um, cough, so cool."

The male commentary: "Oh, wait a minute, the dreams coach applied for three minutes of tactical time."

Female commentary: "Is there any good tactics that need to be temporarily passed to dreams?"

The dreams coach took the stage and the six players formed a circle. After a moment, the captain of Dreams lit up and nodded.

Back on the court, dreams really came up with a new set of tactics.

Their sorcerer's mage has never been brilliant before, but this time it has attracted everyone's attention at the beginning: his big move turned out to be a very rare war-type skill - the fog of the lock.

This skill summoned a fog in the whole map. The vision of everyone in the fog was even affected. When the fog was strongest, almost no fingers were seen.

The male commentary: "It's amazing. It's no wonder that this shackle didn't show much before. The previous map was all transparent, and the fog lock didn't make much difference."

The female commentary followed: "But this picture is different. It was originally a forest map. With such a fog, the players inside can't see where they are."

The male commentary: "But there is a person who can - the holy gun of dreams can, don't forget that he is winged, flying high, naturally it is easy to detect the following movements."

The start of the seven-killer team was a bit embarrassing. I didn't expect the opponent to have such a move. They don't have a good ability to enhance their vision. There is only one big trick that lasts for 30 seconds, so you can only explore in the fog at this time.

The conductor said: "Try not to distract, everyone concentrates on formation, we slowly push, four masters -"

He hasn't finished talking yet, and when he turns back, he finds that Siye has disappeared.

The main tank said: "Do you want to call the four masters back?"

Command: "...forget it, I am used to it."

Tyrone has always been good at raising strengths and avoiding shortcomings. Since he is not good at team battles and only good at ambush, then naturally he must take his strengths to the limit.

In this fog, he has no way to see too clear, but this is not the worst environment he has ever encountered - the worst is the plane where he once spent the night of the Lord of Killing, that is a There has never been a bright world.

Among all the creatures without vision, spiders are one of the topmost layers in the food chain. When other creatures are "hunting", only the spiders are "floating."

So, Tyrone learned to use a new skill.

- Quietly crouching on the cobweb, waiting for the footsteps of the prey to become a shock on the spider's silk, and then quietly walk along the spider's silk, and then the cheating will be unaware. The prey slammed through.

In order to form such a cobweb, Tyrone spent a full three minutes to prepare.

He walked through the tall trees, and occasionally met the Holy Guns of the Dreams team, and the two had an unsettled encounter in the canopy.

This time, the holy gun of the flight took the initiative. He waved his wings and descended from the sky. The sharp ones pierced with an astonishing impact.

The man who rushed around the camera in a hurry couldn’t help but yell: "Pills!"

The next moment, Tyrone suddenly turned back and crossed his arms with his hands, just enough to resist the gunpoint.

The powerful impact of the holy gun from the sky rushing down with the two people directly from the branches, smashed and smashed, I don’t know how many branches, and the eyes are about to land.

Suddenly, the holy gun hit the wire that Tyrone had just arranged in midair, and the wings suddenly lost balance.

The two men whirl in the air, Tyrone seized the opportunity, borrowed from the trunk on the side of the body, and slammed into the arms of the holy gun like lightning!

The holy gun suddenly slammed into the trunk behind him, and two snow-white wings involuntarily shook.

Tyron took advantage of this short dizziness time, and could not play a close-up combo, borrowing power from the trunk, pulling his double-edged blade out of the chest of the holy gun, and then a backflip lightly landed.

The body of the holy gun fell from the trunk, and it was turned into white light before it landed.

At the time of the two explanations, he commented: "It is a thrilling air encounter."

"On mobility, it is supposed that the flying gun is more dominant. But now it seems that Siye is familiar with such a venue."

"I feel that Siye's ability is like a bottomless pit. When you need it, you start to lick something good."

"Yes, yes, whether it's an unobstructed map or an environment where you can't see your fingers, the flexibility of Siye is simply horrifying."

After the explanation, the lens turned to the big group again.

When Tyron made his arrangement, the two teams had already met three times in the fog.

The dreams team had a great advantage because they had their magical masters in control of the fog. They won two big wins in three team battles, and the other one was only seized by the seven kills and led to a tie.

At this time, the number of resurrection places on both sides is left:

Seven kills, 8 people; dreams team, 15 people.

The male commentary: "The seven killing team is in a disadvantage. The fog of dreams is really accurate, just restrained the lineup advantage of the seven killing team."

Female commentary: "Yeah, looking at the history of the seven killing teams, almost all rely on the violent output to solve the opposite core, and their own large group will accumulate advantages in the group battle; once their output does not play enough role The Seven Kills team is very easy to collapse. After all, it is a team with output as the core. It used to be a ninja and now relies on an assassin."

The male commentary: "The coach of dreams is also eye-catching. At a glance, I know what tactics to use to control the seven tactics of the seven kills."

The female commentary was teased by the "Four Masters Tactics": "Ha ha ha, yes, let's see what the Four Lord is doing."

When the camera was cut, Tyrone was sitting cross-legged on the tree, motionless as a sculpture.

His figure is half hidden between the branches and leaves, his eyes are slightly stunned, and there is a strange and peaceful atmosphere.

The female commentary stunned and said: "Although although the four masters are very handsome, I really don't know what he is doing? Is it beautiful?"

Male commentary: "..."

At this time, they found that the people of the dreams team happened to be on the nearby path, ready to ambush a large group of seven kills.

They originally had a holy gun knight flying in front of the reconnaissance, but the holy gun was killed by Tyrone, and now waiting for the resurrection, so the big group is instructed by the sorcerer.

When they walked quietly, the cursing mage accidentally stumbled and fell to the ground.

This is because he guessed the trap of the steel line, and immediately flew three arrows at a distance.

But almost all of the dreams were there, and the tank immediately came over to block the three arrows.

The crowd was nervous for a while and found that no one was attacking. The commander said: "It is estimated that the assassin can't find us. Putting a trap everywhere, I want to happen to fall two, no matter, let's go."

Knowing that the Four Lords did not appear, everyone was relieved to breathe.

But they relaxed too early, so they didn't pay attention. The trap triggered a series of small wind chimes.

When the ringtone arrived, Tyrone, who was sitting quietly, opened his eyes and turned his eyes to the location where dreams were.

When dreams were ready to ambush under the tree, Tyrone followed quietly on the tree.

He looked down at the five people under the tree and kept moving in the tree without rushing.

Time passed slowly, and the people watching could not hold back.

The male commentary really couldn’t help but said with a sigh of relief: “Every time I look at the four masters, I feel particularly exciting!”

The female commentary is also anxious to die: "When do you start? When does the Four Lords start?"

Not to mention the audience, the audience are very nervous, holding their breath one by one, and their eyes are not willing to lick.

Tyrone has been quietly trailing for half a minute, only to suddenly take out the steel wire, and after a few laps on the right leg, he suddenly fell from the tree.

The other end of the steel wire was tied to the trunk, so it was quietly hanging over Tyrone, slowly and slowly descending.

Tyron’s dark golden eyes are very quiet.

The last person who dreams is a sword dancer, who has been observing the back of the team; and Tyrone has found a perfect position after a few tens of seconds of adjustment, just hanging over the penultimate card division.

This picture is like a slow motion, full of tension.

"The card is gone..." Somehow, the female commentary couldn't help but narrow the voice and said softly.

At this moment, Tyrone's dagger is like a fang, showing a sharp cold!

When he was hanging up, the backhand dagger just bottomed up -

Suddenly pierced the cardmaster's jaw!

At the same time, the steel wire was taken up, pulling Tyrone up, and the dagger that was nailed into the lower jaw lifted the card player.

As caught by the spider's fangs, the spider's prey was hung.

The card player subconsciously resisted, but it was too late. After being dragged into the tree by Allen, he was thrown into the chest by his backhand and directly turned into white light!

It’s less than two seconds before it’s happening.

The male commentary only shouted at this time: "word mom!"

He took a sigh of relief and almost sighed, his hand was tightly clutching the paper towel that he wanted to wipe, and he was already half wet.

"Too tm is exciting," he added.