Something was off. It always felt like something was off.
This was a Water Dragon Soul that could decide the course of the game. There was no reason for them not to contest it, unless... they had an alternative with even greater returns.
Wait!
"Baron Nashor!!!"
Keria was the first to react, shouting loudly in team voice chat.
"No way, right? They didn't even build Kraken Slayer. Galeforce takes forever to kill Baron Nashor."
"How long has Aphelios been missing?" Faker's face darkened as he raised the crucial question.
Immediately.
The T1 Group fell silent and rushed toward Baron Nashor like madmen.
They realized it!
They finally realized it!
The reason the other side had not contested the Water Dragon Soul at this moment, instead letting Lissandra and Malphite fool around in mid, was because from the very beginning, their target had been Baron Nashor, barely over twenty minutes into the game and still not upgraded much.
This decision was practically the same as T1's decision to distract V5 and Steal Dragon in the first game.
The moment Faker thought of that, he felt as though a ball of fire was scorching his head.
What the hell kind of team were they?
The players copied other players' playstyles, the coaches copied other teams' draft strategies, and now even their shotcalling copied another team's decision-making.
And you called yourselves the Star Expedition Army?
Why not call yourselves Penguin Trainee instead!!!
"Oh, you noticed?"
Rookie and 369, who had been lingering around mid, could not help but smile. In their eyes, T1's mindless charge exposed a massive opening.
"Sometimes I'm really glad you're my teammate. Otherwise, if I found out the truth during post-game review, I'd probably cough up blood. This is fucking filthy!" 369 adjusted his position and openly took up