When he was still on the Valoran continent, the shopkeeper often regarded himself as the number one ADC in the League of Legends.
"Mystery shooting, where to hit it!"
"Precise barrage, global support!"
"Arcane Leap, there are ghosts!"
One day in a peaceful and peaceful afternoon, there was no business in the pub, and the master shopkeeper sat at a wooden table and bragged to Britz, who was also idle and bored.
The simple and honest Britz heard the light flashing in his eyes, and his heart was fascinated.
Speaking of high spirits, the master shopkeeper waved his hand, and a snow-white energy bomb shot out, accurately smashing an empty wine bottle on the partition table.
"See, Abu, this is the real technology of the first ADC!" The shopkeeper was triumphant.
Britz clapped his hands and applauded with a look of admiration.
Not far from the bar, Rui Wen, a pub waitress with one hand on the countertop and one hand on his chin, was in a daze. Her gaze was attracted by the movement here, and she couldn't help but curl her lips when she heard her own shopkeeper's bragging and bragging. .
After leaving the tavern, Britz happily shared what he had heard from Ezreal in the tavern to the League of Legends partners he met along the way.
"Kay...Telyn~you...know...heroes...in the league...the most powerful...ADC...who is it?"
"Tell...you...yes...Izawa!"
"Aish~ Guess... who is... the best... ADC~?"
"Tell...you...yes...Izawa!"
"Grey... Foss! Neither do you... Eze... awesome~"
"He is... the number one... ADC!"
"Huh? This is... Izawa... myself... tell... mine..."
Britz, who has a simple personality, naturally doesn't know, what kind of consequences will it bring about this kind of self-righteous act of helping his good partner Izer to become famous...
"League of Legends, the first ADC—"
Ice Archer Ashe raised his eyebrows slightly.
"That fellow Eze is too arrogant!"
Policewoman Caitlin wrinkled her nose.
"Hey, a tavern shopkeeper, dare to say that he is better than me?"
A wild and proud smile appeared on the vicissitudes of Male Gun Graves' face.
That's the time-come to get a good experience!
On this day, almost all ADC heroes in the League of Legends reached such a consensus with tacit understanding.
Then the next day...
boom-
The small wooden sliding door of the "Canyon Tenderness" pub was kicked open.
"Arrogant Eze! Come out! Go to Summoner's Canyon to single out! This eldest lady wants to learn about the power of your League of Legends No. 1 ADC—"
The master shopkeeper poked his head out from the back of the bar with a blank look: "Huh?"
After 10 minutes, the girl happily carried the sniper rifle and left with a little tune, and Ezreal returned to the tavern in disgrace.
After a while, the small wooden sliding door was kicked open again, accompanied by a thick and rough voice:
"Where is the treasurer? In Lower Graves, I came to ask for advice—"
"Coming again?" The shopkeeper who had just ended a heads-up match wanted to cry without tears. He hasn't gotten over his breath at the moment.
After the male gun, the ice shooter Ashe, then the arrow of punishment Verus, the bounty hunter Sarah, the heroic bomber Kutcher...
At the end of the day, the sad Ezreal has been spent in the process of being called to "seeking advice".
The small wooden sliding door of the tavern has since been kicked into tatters by countless heroes, hung dying on the door frame, dangling in the wind, looking extremely desolate.
Equally bleak, there is also the shopkeeper who released "I am the No. 1 ADC in League of Legends" the day before.
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"Hahahaha, Ize, you guy, make you owe your mouth, and talk about the first ADC, I know now that I regret it, hahahaha..."
In the evening, the three friends of Demacia in the tavern looked at Ezreal, who was lying on the table like a dead dog, gloating heartlessly one by one.
Knowing that he had done something wrong, Britz stood aside in a restrained manner and apologized guiltily: "Izé...Is it...I don't know...it will happen...this way..."
The master shopkeeper who was buried on the tabletop hardly raised a hand and shook it at Britz: "Forget it... Abu, it's not to blame you..."
"Haha speaking, Eze, you haven't won a game today, right?" Jarvan laughed and patted Ezeril on the shoulder.
"That is, like Caitlin and Ash, they all singled out and beat you—" Xin Zhao added teasingly from the side.
"This is my gentlemanly demeanor, okay!" The head of the master shopkeeper, buried on the tabletop, suddenly lifted up, furious: "If I let go and fight hard, where can I lose!?"
Galen rolled his eyes: "How do you explain the two games between Graves and Kutch?"
The master shopkeeper looked calm: "... There are always mistakes in the wheel fight."
Jarvan offered his ultimate move: "Even Timo, you lost—"
The shopkeeper choked on the spot.
Then he became furious: "Asshole, you have to make up for the wine bill you owed a while ago!!!"
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Although it was said that that night, the shopkeeper's so-called "that is because the shopkeeper did not exert its true strength" seemed to be making excuses for the defeat of the entire war, but when the invasion of the Dark Continent began, Brie Ci also really saw the phrase "real technology" that Ezreal often talks about.
The mysterious arcane jump...
Mysterious shooting...
Timely deadly accurate barrage...
The grace of that handsome figure with excited blond hair coming and going freely among the enemy's army is deeply imprinted in Britz's memory.
…
Numerous memory fragments flashed in his mind, and Britz's thoughts returned to the path before him, raising his hand with an energy bomb of "Secret Art Shot" to make up for a purple soldier with residual blood.
The first time he encountered such a strong opponent in the game, Britz also felt a little headache.
If it were to fight with its own robot, then how to deal with this situation at the moment, it naturally can't be clearer.
But at this moment, it is fighting in the form of Izawa. It is one thing to be familiar with an ADC's fighting methods, but it is another thing to actually fight by yourself.
Ordinary player opponents, Britz can easily be defeated by relying on the operation level of the crushing level, but encountering the "VIC" Wei En in front of him, it does make it a bit difficult.
Wait a minute... let... jungle... dog head... come... gank... support... let's...
For the time being, Britz can only make this helpless decision.
Britz is troubled by the current situation, and VIC on the purple side is also a little depressed.
From the previous few short matches, he has roughly clarified the strength of the opponent's EZ player. Although the reaction speed is really amazing, but when it comes to laning operations, it seems to be the middle and lower level among professional players. .
But the problem is that the opponent's EZ is an advantage of extremely fast response speed, which has already caused him a bit of headache.
Just once he found the right time to try to use the "dodge raid" displacement to find the position forward and stun the opponent's EZ on the rock wall of the river mouth, but the opponent made a timely "Arcane Leap" to save him.
After several misses, VIC knew that by relying on his own "devil trial", there was basically no way to control the blue EZ.
So you still need to count on your own auxiliary Thresh to control it first.
But the problem is...
This idiot Thresh, the level of hooking people is so delicious that it makes people want to die! !
VIC can't help but go crazy thinking about this.
In the past few minutes, the Thresh player has hooked 4 times.
Two times, the opponent EZ was the target, and the other two were rushed to the opposite assistant piano girl.
All misses are unsuccessful.
If this continues, the bottom road will only remain frozen...
VIC sighed helplessly in his heart: it was really unfortunate to meet a teammate like a pig—
Time passed by little by little, and the bottom road remained in a stalemate.
During this period of time, the other two roads broke out one after another.
The blue mid laner's death song completed the killing of the purple mid laner Pan Sen with the help of his own wild dog head.
Jax, who was on the purple side, had been overwhelmed by the crocodile in the early stage. However, after calling his teammates to play the blind monk, the two worked together and finally forced out the single crocodile on the blue side that was as brutal as a prehistoric behemoth. He made big moves and fought off, winning himself a period of breathing room.
The game time came to 13 minutes.
The bottom road that had been calm for a long time finally got out of the way.