Chapter 143: You’re FTW’s Quiet, our miracle soldier.

The BP segment was over. The line-up that both sides had snatched up for themselves didn’t seem very problematic from a passers-by perspective.

FTW was very good with the berserker thief. Wei Xiao’s crazy berserker thief had reached a miraculous level, enough to terrify countless teams.

In the last game, the team that was up against FTW had given their first ban spot to the shadow thief, and their second to the berserker thief. Their desire for survival was very strong.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to ban all the thieves. Wei Xiao took the immortal thief, the blood thief…

And still beat people up until they had to call out daddy.

On the surface, TPT’s BP hadn’t targeted Wei Xiao and only focused on the c-positions, forcing Ning Zhehan to take the ice mage and Yue Wenle to take the storm hunter.

When these two heroes came out at the same time, it only sent out one signal––they wouldn’t have enough DPS during team fights.

The ice mage tended towards control and was relatively weak when it came to team fights; the storm hunter was flexible, but it had a short range, and it’s damage was all single-target damage, making it more suited for ambushes or cutting to the back of the group. It was also quite weak in team fights.

TPT had forced FTW to pick out these two talents, making Wei Xiao’s choices very limited.

The thief profession had many talent specs. They could hold up the DPS flag and make up for the shortage from the c-positions, but there weren’t many talents that could drive team fights.

If he could use nine light arcs, then the shadow thief was one of those talents, but it had been banned.

Now, the only remaining talent that was powerful enough to do so was the berserker thief.

Should Wei Xiao take it or not?

If he took it, TPT obviously had a way to deal with it.

If he didn’t take it, then they’d fall into TPT’s trap, because the remaining talents were a little less compatible with the line-up compared with the berserker thief. TPT would’ve weakened Wei Xiao without even having to fight.

There was a pit in front of them, and a pit behind them. This was the terrible thing about playing against an excavator.

Forcing them into a dead end and making it so that they could only find a pit to squat in.

Wei Xiao never shrank back like a turtle. Instead of taking other talent specs that his teammates weren’t used to, it was better to charge straight ahead.

You have your plan, and I have my routines.

He really wanted to give TPT a try.

––If they didn’t even dare to try and break through in the regular season, then what kind of playoffs would they be able to play?!

Many people were paying attention to this game. RR wasn’t the only team who’d come to the scene this time; there was also Asleep and Cong Yi.

Cong Yi had gone to FTW directly and asked for a seat on the substitute bench.

When he got in touch, Brother Liu had been a little stunned, “What?”

Cong Yi: “I’ll help you watch your water dispenser.”

There were water dispensers beside the substitute benches, so the substitutes also had a nickname––water dispenser watchers.

Xiang Liu, who was busy looking for substitutes every day, was a bit confused. “About that, we aren’t…” Short on support and jungler players (conjoined babies).

His little assistant quickly interjected, “Are you coming to watch our game? That’s fine, how many people are coming?”

Xiang Liu suddenly came back to his senses: F*ck, I’ve been too frightened by my boss recently, and my thoughts are confused!

Cong Yi was very good at catching details and instantly found a blind spot. “Is FTW looking for a substitute?”

Xiang Liu had been a manager for many years, and his ability to cope with emergencies wasn’t praised for nothing. He smiled and said, “Yes, FTW has always been short on substitutes.”

It was better to admit that frankly than try to cover it up.

Indeed, Cong Yi didn’t think more of it. “Brother Tang really should be retiring.”

There was not the tiniest bit of doubt about the great demon king’s shoulder.

Xiang Liu was relieved. He quickly went to arrange seats for them.

Cong Yi took Asleep to go and sit on the substitute bench.

When the camera rotated over, Cong Yi smiled and waved hello, and even helped his captain, who was sleeping on his shoulder, wave his hand, too.

Naturally, this made the scrolling comments explode––

“The relationship between 3U and FTW is really good!”

“These brother teams really live up to their reputation. They can even sit on each other’s substitute benches.”

“Wuwuwu, the pajamas CP is still very sweet today. My cub can still sleep so soundly in a noisy place like the arena.”

“Brother Sleep looks very good in casual clothes, the oversized sweater makes him look more stylish.”

“Look at those legs, if you didn’t have that pair of legs, would you dare to wear such a big oversized sweater?!”

Chen Feng glanced at them. “Here to watch us make a joke of ourselves?”

“How could that be? We’re here to learn from your experiences.” Cong Yi smiled slightly, “To see how FTW is going to break through.”

In fact, TPT and 3U’s last game had resulted in 3U winning with a score of 2:1. However, the 3U who’d won the game hadn’t been happy at all, and had even wanted to beat up TPT until they scrunched up their faces and cried.

In the second game they played, TPT had released the berserker thief, and 3U had taken it without hesitation. Yet as a result…

They’d been hammered into wooden scraps by TPT.

Winning a regular season game wasn’t very meaningful. What was really upsetting was having one’s best line-up get beaten into collapse.

What was more painful was that 3U had experienced this twice in a single regular season (the last time was when their wind thief line-up had been pushed to the limit by Wei Xiao). 3U, as the first place in their group, was actually aching all over from the beatings.

Today, FTW and TPT were up against each other. 3U would naturally come and watch the show.

From another perspective, they could also gain more information about TPT’s arrangements.

Asleep’s berserker thief was their signboard. They had to get even!

The players had entered the canyon as they chattered.

The game started quietly. The two teams each went through their own jungle zones, the top laners tested each other out, and vision was provided appropriately. There was no hint of brewing trouble.

Fu Li was a mid-laner and also the main commander of the team.

The best position for main commander in a team was jungler and support, followed by the mid-laner.

Fu Li played very steadily in the mid-lane. What really mattered was the accuracy of his control skills and grasp over the overall situation.

He was the very definition of ‘thinking three steps ahead with every step’.

Wei Xiao spoke, “Mid-lane gank.”

If they didn’t mess with TPT’s mid-laner in a game against them, then how could they live up to the nickname ‘Excavator’?

Little Ning: “Okay!”

Wei Xiao finished killing the wolf cub near the bottom lane and took Brother Cai with him as he snuck back to the mid-lane.

There were bushes on both sides of the mid-lane. As long as they paid attention to their lines of sight, the other side wouldn’t be able to see them after they snuck into the grass.

Ning Zhehan and Wei Xiao had cooperated much more and now had their own routines. For example, he would pressure the other side a little when Wei Xiao was coming over, causing the opponent to have to shrink back and giving Wei Xiao a chance to hide in the grass. Then, he would pretend to go elsewhere to provide support so that the other side would come out to clear their soldier lines. When the other side left the protection of their tower, death would be waiting for them.

They’d tried and tested this routine repeatedly, and they were often able to kill off the other side’s mid-laner at the start of the game with this trick.

Just like countless times before, Wei Xiao hid himself in the bushes.

Brother Cai: “I keep feeling as though something is off.”

Wei Xiao didn’t make a sound. He also felt that something wasn’t quite right.

Ning Zhehan’s acting skills had been practiced for a long time now. Seeing that his own team were well hidden, he pretended to head for the top lane. The ice mage’s little legs had just raised up to take a step…

Wei Xiao’s pupils contracted. “Don’t go over there!”

But it was too late. Ning Zhehan was sucked in by a black chain, and his entire person was pulled over uncontrollably.

Ning Zhehan yelled wildly, “Help me help me help me…” He’d been controlled and couldn’t use any skills.

The distance between them was short enough that Wei Xiao and Bai Cai could follow over.

Bai Cai hadn’t even thought about it and had already started rushing over. He was using the holy priest in this game and had a large amount of heals. As long as he used his skills and kept up Ning Zhehan’s health, he would be able to escape and even fight back.

There wasn’t anything wrong with Brother Cai’s judgement. From his perspective, this decision was very correct. However, from the god’s perspective, it was…

“FTW’s in big trouble.”

“TPT’s routines are too deep!”

“Fu Li’s homework was done too perfectly. He can completely guess what FTW is going to do.”

As soon as Brother Cai came out of the grass, Fu Li, who’d been timidly hiding behind his tower, came out and gave him a charm skill.

Bai Cai: “………………………………”

Wei Xiao’s heart leapt, “Kill the charm mage!”

Fu Li was using the charm mage, a demon with a seductive appearance.

His core skill was charm, and the effect of this skill was to control the target and have them go wherever he went.

Fu Li was beneath his tower. He directly charmed Brother Cai into heading to the base of his own tower.

The holy priest didn’t have much health at the start of the game, but even if it was the giant shaman with a high amount of defense, it still wouldn’t be able to withstand the repeated hits from the defense tower.

Brother Cai was done for, and Ning Zhehan couldn’t be saved. Wei Xiao could only take away the charm mage’s life and stop the losses!

Bai Cai had a broader field of vision. He started, “No, Old Wei, don’t come…”

Wei Xiao’s scythe had already been tossed out at Fu Li.

It was difficult to distinguish if the enchanting demon was male or female, but it wasn’t anxious after being locked in by the black scythe and even appeared even more enchanting because of its confinement.

It was a pity that the berserker thief didn’t understand compassion. It used a backswing and controlled the demon tightly.

Brother Cai saw that he was done for and could only toss all his skills at Wei Xiao, hoping that he could survive after killing the charm mage.

The moves were extremely fierce, and the charm mage was forcibly killed from beneath its own tower. At the same time, several system announcements rang out.

Bai Cai had been killed by the charm mage.

Ning Zhehan had been killed by TPT’s jungler.

The situation was suddenly very tense!

Wei Xiao was now in a frenzied state, but he was under the enemy’s defense tower and taking damage.

Although TPT’s captain had been offered up as a sacrifice, they’d killed off two of FTW players and were expecting to take away Wei Xiao’s life as well.

The commentator: “Quiet’s in a dangerous situation. The two from TPT are in excellent health and can completely block his way out. Yue Wenle is pressing on the transmission button, so with the storm hunter on its way, will FTW continue to fight?”

There was also a lot of discussion in the scrolling comments as various analysis emperors came out to share their analysis.

The audience didn’t even blink as they watched. It was as though they’d substituted themselves into the canyon and could feel the blood boiling tension.

Only TPT’s team chat was very peaceful and healthy.

Eurostar: “Lele’s on his way over.”

Fu Li: “Okay, push the tower.”

Eurostar: “’Kay.”

Although Fu Li was lying on the ground, his voice was still unhurried. The gorgeous special effects from the screen reflected off the lens of his glasses, blocking his dark eyes from view.

Yue Wenle arrived at the mid-lane tower to provide support for Wei Xiao from the back.

Wei Xiao stared at the two from TPT and calculated the cooldown time in his brain…

“Old Yue, concentrate on the power thief.”

Yue Wenle stepped on raindrops and accurately landed his attacks on TPT’s jungler.

TPT’s team chat.

Fu Li: “Keep Tang Chen in the top lane. Shaman, give all your totems to the power thief.”

On the screen, the storm hunter’s attacks landed on the power thief, but TPT’s shaman’s totems lifted the power thief’s health back up instantly!

Under the stage, Cong Yi stared at the screen and said, “Fu Li must be able to read minds.”

Chen Feng didn’t say anything.

Watching TPT and 3U’s game combined with the team chat was really enough to make people’s scalps go numb.

There were many good team commanders, but it was rare for there to be commanders as exaggerated as Fu Li.

In the fast changing battlefield, no matter how fast spoken languages prompts were, it still wasn’t enough to catch up with the instinctive reactions from players themselves.

Because no matter how fast one spoke, it couldn’t be faster than 0.1 seconds. Verbal communication was bound to be shackled by time, and even a 0.1 second mistake on the battlefield might be enough for the game results to turn upside down.

However, Fu Li was able to give instructions in advance.

He didn’t have to speak too fast. He just gave instructions ten seconds in advance.

He’d already told the shaman and power thief how to deal with the situation even as the storm hunter clicked on the transmission skill.

Even before FTW had taken action, he’d already determined Wei Xiao, Bai Cai, and Ning Zhehan’s positions and could set up an ambush ahead of time.

He wasn’t only focusing on the berserker thief. He’d clearly seen through what the whole team would do.

Planning very carefully with every conceivable possibility taken into account, this was what he used to dig pits all over the ground.

The group fight in the mid-lane ended there.

Wei Xiao only had a sliver of health left and couldn’t take down the power thief with him.

Yue Wenle still wanted to continue attacking, but Wei Xiao called out for him to stop.

Yue Wenle was unwilling, but there was no way to chase after them. If the other side’s top laner came down to provide support, FTW would suffer a continuous bloody collapse.

At the start of the game, TPT had traded in Fu Li’s life for Bai Cai, Ning Zhehan, and Wei Xiao’s three lives, simultaneously also taking down the bottom lane first tower.

They’d made a big loss!

FTW’s team chat was quiet.

Ning Zhehan’s hands and feet were cold. “I didn’t expect…” I didn’t expect that my actions would be seen through so clearly.

Wei Xiao stared unblinkingly at the screen. The captain’s words suddenly came into his ears––

You’re FTW’s Quiet, our miracle soldier.

His eyes lit up, and his chest filled with bursts of heat.

“Don’t be afraid.” Wei Xiao calmed them down softly, “I’m here.”

He was FTW’s miracle soldier.

A miracle soldier couldn’t be seen through completely.

A miracle soldier wouldn’t be afraid of getting led into traps.

A miracle soldier would surely lead the team to a different victory!

While FTW and TPT’s confrontation was at their most scorching moment, Lu Feng had finished the first round of check ups.

The attending doctor’s eyes brightened when he saw the results.

Lu Feng’s black eyes were heavy. He already didn’t seem to care much about the results.

The doctor was pleasantly surprised and said, “Lu, today’s check up results look very good.”

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment.

The doctor showed him the scans. “Here… and here, the situation is much better than before!”

The author has something to say:

Hey, Little Xiao, fighting! There’ll be a surprise after the game (a supersized one)

xiin: YESSSS it’ll be okay~!