Fang Yingwu hated the Insect Race's healers, but he also knew that taking them out was nothing but a dream.
At the very least, there were very few in his fleet capable of doing that—everyone wanted to kill the Insect Race's healers during battle, but actually doing it was far too unrealistic. They could only think about it.
If anyone else had said that, he would have ignored it outright. But Garen had brought it up—well, he had intended to ignore it too. Who knew whether that bastard was playing some trick?
Still, he had to say something over the fleet channel. "Everyone, keep an eye on any movements from the Insect Race healers."
If he had not said it, most people would not have paid attention. The Insect Race's healers... everyone was used to them, all right?
The number of insects the healers could heal was truly limited—there were only three healers among more than ten million insects. How many could they possibly tend to?
Everyone had also grown accustomed to the green halos that occasionally descended. Thinking too much about them would affect combat effectiveness.
But since Fang Yingwu had said so, everyone took a look. There was plenty of high-tech equipment, and gathering that little bit of information was easy.
Yet the moment they looked, something unexpected happened. "Fuck, no green halos have fallen on my side at all."
"None have fallen here for ages. I thought the Insect Race healers were looking down on me."
"Shut the fuck up, all of you. I'm on the very front line. A green halo used to fall at least once a minute, but I haven't seen one for half an hour now. I can say with certainty... something happened to the Insect Race healers."
"Cross-Eyes, you call that the