Faced with Big Brother's guidance, Luo Zhen could only nod repeatedly. JKL had taught him the most suitable solution for this sort of thing: actively admit his mistakes, but... resolutely refuse to change. The key was being stubborn as hell.
After securing such a massive team fight victory and economic lead, T1 was already starting to find V5 difficult to deal with.
It was still the same problem: T1's Double C had hands that were too short.
When they were ahead, that range issue could naturally be ignored. But when they fell behind, the advantage of range became painfully obvious.
In just a few minutes, V5 leveraged their reversed advantage and superior range to take several of T1's outer high-ground turrets in succession. Watching the Blind Spot on the Minimap gradually expand, Faker knew they had reached the point where this game would determine the team's life or death.
"There's only one chance left," Faker said in a low voice.
"Baron?"
"Yes. Only Baron. If we get it, this game is still playable. If we don't, we'll only suffer Chronic Death afterward."
The biggest change in S12 T1 compared to the previous years was that their aggression and decisiveness in making calls far surpassed what they had been before. For a call like stealing Baron Nashor, T1 Members barely had to think it over before the whole team immediately began moving around it.
For a time, the entire map lost track of T1 Group.
And within only a few seconds, Karsa, Rookie, and the others sensed that something was wrong.
"No one's here. They're doing Baron!?"
"Probably. Damn it, T1 is daring enough to do this now?"
As the two spoke, V5 group hurriedly converged from all directions and rushed toward the Dragon pit. T1's plan was crystal clear. It