"Do not worry!"
Wuji nodded and said calmly: "The team members who are expelled from the team can't even get the basic salary, let alone the bonus."
The reason why this group of guys made it all the way to the finals was not just because of insidiousness and cunning.
As a result, Ming Du was given a kill point.
However, in this match, the ragtag team showed a strength that no one expected.
Don't say that the current Heart of the Temple is still in a state of red blood, even if it is in a state of full blood, it will be completely dead after hitting Mingdu.
"Is it that easy? That guy is very strong." The Heart of the Temple frowned.
The Heart of the Temple was still feeling depressed about the game just now. At this time, he lowered his head, his face was full of guilt, and at the same time he said to himself: "Why should I blow myself up? If I run away, he will definitely not be able to catch up with me." of… "
"Boom!"
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the heart of the temple is not a combat profession, where is the strength? If it is a well-regulated fight with Mingdu, even if you can't kill Mingdu, it will be easy to draw at the end of the game. of.
"It doesn't matter whether they are home or not." Wuji said, "The important thing is that they see through our weaknesses."
In the sixth round, the heart of the temple lost because it was really a bit wronged.
"Do you think the score difference of seven points is very big?" Wuji frowned and said, "An extra point for the winning side in the last game is enough."
"Don't talk if you have a zero win rate." Ming Du began to taunt extremely desperately.
"The next game will be very difficult!"
As a grassroots team, the Rabble team is very transparent in strength. They have been meticulously calculating, stealing, cheating and playing tricks all the way through the game. Although they won the game, most of the audience were complaining about their opponents.
Mingdu's face darkened when he heard this, and he knelt down in front of Wang Yu, his arrogant attitude just now was gone.
"Jealousy, definitely jealousy!" Ming Du looked at Wuji disdainfully and said, "Jealousy makes you uglier, I've decided, I'll play this game for a year, and make you mad."
Seeing that the heart of the temple has not yet come out of the shadow of failure just now, Locke Bai patted the shoulder of the heart of the temple and said: "It's only a difference of seven points, and the last game is a total of twenty points. We don't care about this difference. .”
Compared with the cautiousness of the heart of the temple, Mingdu, who just won the last game, is still showing off to his teammates over and over again how wise he is and how stupid his opponent is. It feels like the mob team has already won. Same throughout the game.
After two games, the current total score is 9 to 2, and the Rabble team is far ahead by 7 points.
Wang Yu was silent for a while, then turned his head and asked Wuji, "Does my captain have the right to kick players out of the team?"
"dad!"
"Go, go, let's play." Wang Yu was too lazy to pay attention to this shameless person, waved his hand and pulled Ming Du aside, and asked Wuji, "How should we fight next?"
Wuji pondered: "We must be prepared."
Off the field, on the side of the Templar team, the Heart of the Templar, who had just lost the game, looked depressed at this moment.
…
The Heart of the Temple is an auxiliary priest, and the skill tree is naturally mostly auxiliary magic. Healing and recovery are okay, but the Heart of the Temple does not have combat skills such as flash.
This skill can attack the target from four directions. If the target does not have skills such as flash, it is basically impossible to dodge.
Although Mingdu is a thunder mage, his fire attribute has also been greatly improved, and he has the number one fire weapon, the Suzaku Staff, whose fire magic damage is higher than that of thunder magic, not to mention the dragon's breath is fire. The king of magic, the damage caused by this mouthful of thick phlegm has exceeded everyone's imagination.
After all, e-sports still focuses on hard-core strength, and the audience is not convinced by the way the mob team wins.
The breath of the angry dragon.
"Hehe!" Locke said with a white smile: "The third game is our home game. If we can't win in the trap we set up, it must be the Lord's choice. We are willing to respect the will of the Lord."
The Heart of the Sanctuary was bombarded to the ground before it even had time to snort, and was teleported off the court.
The Heart of the Temple seemed to be a pious believer, seeing that Locke had moved the Lord out, the Heart of the Temple had to shut up.
It's no wonder that people say that they have received black money. In this case, everyone has to be suspicious.
"Why?" Ming Du leaned over again and said, "We are all leading by seven points now, why is it not easy to play?"
Losing to Mingdu can only be blamed on this kid for being too self-righteous.
The Crowd team got three points for killing three people, plus two kill points, five points for the second game, while the Temple team got one point.
"Okay, stop blaming yourself bro."
Four fire dragons hit the back of the heart of the temple at the same time.
But the heart of the temple just played self-detonation with Mingdu without knowing life and death, but he didn't know that Mingdu had the rogue skill of casting spells with gestures.
"All right."
"certainly!"
After exiting the game cabin, the two teams returned to their respective lounges.
"Okay, shut up!" Wuji gave Mingdu a white look, and forcibly interrupted Mingdu's bragging: "Look at how complacent you are, he didn't fight well in the second round, or you Can win."
"I also don't think they're serious."
These people may not be as powerful as the top professional masters in terms of operation, but they all have unique skills, and it is uncertain when they will make a big comeback. Such unstable factors are the most unreliable part of the plan.
System prompt: In the sixth round, the ragtag team Mingdu won. The second game ended, and the participating teams took a halftime break.
After the battle just now, the Heart of the Temple also has some understanding of everyone in the mob team.
But after two games, they played this poor record, which is really unacceptable.
"Are you worried about the opponent's home game?" Wang Yu asked again.
"Is our plan reliable?" The Heart of the Temple questioned a little: "What if it fails? Such a large score difference is not easy to indent."
The second game is over.
Wang Yu echoed while rubbing his chin.
Luo Bai smiled and said: "Isn't their biggest weakness already exposed before our eyes? As long as we grasp this point, this group of guys will definitely lose."
For this score, everyone is like dreaming.
"..."
The Temple team is one of the most promising teams in this competition. Their strength is so strong that even a strong team like Pantheon dare not say that they can win.
The only invincible skill that can resist all damage is still cooling down. At this time, it is inevitable to avoid Mingdu's dragon's breath.
What's more, the heart of the temple doesn't even think about where this self-destruction style of play came from. With a despicable teammate like Wuji, can Ming not be wary of this shameless style of play