"What do you mean?"
"I mean Fiora might be about to tilt."
Two Ghosts Knocking!
On the stage, Zika really was tilting by now.
If he got outplayed mechanically, he could explain it away as not practicing hard enough or simply lacking the skill. But getting utterly crushed by someone else's game sense like this was a straight-up insult to his intelligence, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"I should've known. He's Ale. How could he possibly run away?"
"Forget it, forget it. We only lost a small bit of tempo. Just drag it out. I refuse to believe EDG can actually play a 1-3-1 properly." Scout sighed and tried to comfort him.
There was nothing else they could do now.
Their jungler's death and their top laner getting styled on had let Ning leisurely take the Rift Herald in the Upper Area after securing the Elemental Dragon. EDG had taken control of every Map Resource, and all they could do in this situation was Farm Exchange across all three lanes.
Perhaps their morale had taken a hit, but LNG made no moves for a while. Both sides simply farmed steadily, with the occasional clash between the junglers resulting in nothing more than a trade of HP.
LNG was waiting.
With Scout, a former EDG player, as their insider, they could bet that EDG did not understand how to play 1-3-1 and would expose an opening. Scout had spent many years with EDG, after all, so his intel had to be accurate.
It was not like Wildcard Regions watching the LPL, where they had to rely on Baidu for information.
Everyone knew what Baidu was like. Water boiled at one hundred degrees, while people died at one hundred searches. You could spend ten minutes in Bottle-kun152's stream