From the point of view of an ordinary jungler, Nate's jungler Olaf's maneuvering and response to the current situation were not to be underestimated. In fact, it was a reflection of his strength.
However, Nian Thirteen's incisive comments were not wrong either.
This was because if one were to judge from the level of the Seven Kings, or if one were to judge from the perspective of the overall situation facing the blue team, Nate as a jungler, should be betting on the outcome.
It was a huge gamble.
But if you were a jungling Berserker who focused on invading and gank in the early stages, and you didn't even dare to take a gamble in a situation where you were at a disadvantage and were close to collapsing, then there was basically no hope for this match.
Nate was stabilizing his development, but Olaf was doing nothing in the early game. How could he compete with Excavator in terms of development?
Moreover, if Nate did not step forward to set the pace, how could he expect his teammates in the three lanes to do something when they were all busy with their own matters?
They were all busy with their own matters.
Thus, someone had to be the first to step forward.
Be it a scapegoat or sacrifice.
However, if one did nothing, it would be equivalent to waiting for death.
Compared to Nian Thirteen, someone sitting in the Purple Army's jungler's seat had a much more direct and blunt evaluation of Olaf, the jungler of this round.
"He's just a guy who only knows how to play with the wind."
Shi Hang, who was sitting next to him, controlled his mid lane Vampire to continue suppressing Rune Mage Ryze with ease. He nodded in agreement.
"Yeah."
"He's still a newbie after all. In terms of mentality and match experience … he's too lacking."
Perhaps Nate's individual strength had indeed reached the level of one of the Seven Kings. However, the factor that measured a professional player's overall strength was not limited to their individual maneuvering ability.
A true Seven Kings player should be the core and soul of the team at all times. In the most critical situation, one must be the first to step forward to stabilize the team's morale and withstand the pressure.
This was something any veteran Seven Kings could do. This was the demeanor and foundation that a Seven Kings player should have.
As the ace jungler of the BW team, Nate's individual strength had indeed reached the required standard. However, there were too many obvious weaknesses and deficiencies in other areas. Compared to the veteran Seven Kings, he was far from being able to compete with them.
"That's why Thirteen must be feeling frustrated watching from below."
As he spoke, Shi Hang gloated a little.
"I was actually beaten up by such a fellow. What a disgrace."
Lin Feng shrugged.
"He's just unlucky. He's been analyzed by the entire coaching staff of the club for who knows how many times. His style of play has been completely understood. It's not like he lost to Nate alone."
Shi Hang nodded in agreement. "That's true. It's really disgusting. This kind of thing …"
He could imagine that if he, as a mid laner, were to encounter the same treatment as Nian Thirteen, to be targeted and studied repeatedly by his opponent, to the point where all of his playing habits were seen through … he would probably suffer even more than Nian Thirteen.
"Speaking of which, they are also studying you now —" As he spoke, Shi Hang even had the time to raise his head and glance in the direction of the BW Club. "Tsk tsk, I wonder how much of your stuff those BW coaches have memorized …"
Someone laughed heartily.
"It's fine, it's fine. As long as they're happy, that's all."
Shi Hang suddenly came to a realization. "Wait a minute. So you're playing so slowly on purpose? You're just trying to stall for time so that the opponents can analyze you a little longer … "
"Yeah, it's rare to get such treatment. It's a rare opportunity, so of course I'll enjoy it."
Shi Hang was silent for a while before commenting.
"Shameless."
…
When the match had reached a little over ten minutes, the head count of the blue and purple teams had become 1: 7.
The only kill on the blue team's side was from the purple team's Quick Water team's bottom lane support. The duo chose to forcefully initiate the first wave of attacks. Shadow Puppet's support, Buron, coordinated with his teammate's ADC, Obama, to finish off Ring's Explorer Izreal. When they continued to chase Nami into the tower, they made a small mistake.
Because they were in too much of a hurry, Quick Water's ADC let down his guard and forgot to let Shadow Puppet's support, Buron, enter the tower to tank the damage. As a result, when he entered the tower to deal damage, he was stunned by Nami's Q skill, Bubble, before she died. In the end, he lost his life in confusion.
But even so …
The bottom lane was already a huge advantage for the purple team's Quick Water team.
Apart from these two kills, the remaining five kills on the Quick Water team were all related to someone's Excavator jungler.
At this moment, someone's Excavator Rexel's battle record had reached 2/0/3.
It didn't look too amazing, but apart from the top lane, the rest of the assists were almost all helping Shi Hang's mid laner Vampire get kills.
So at this moment, Vampire's battle record had also reached 2/0/2.
As for the blue team's mid laner Ryze …
0/3/0 battle record.
It was a shocking sight.
"That's terrible …" The spectators of Quick Water and Assassin Club couldn't help but be speechless. How was this an evenly matched mock competition? A team's main mid laner was abused to this extent. It was almost the same as Wood's Excavator in the previous round.
And it had only been ten minutes!
With such a battle record of ten minutes, it was almost certain that Ryze would not have any room to play throughout the entire game.
But for a Vampire to develop like this in the beginning, it could be said that he had passed the early stage with the most perfect rhythm. When he reached the stage where he could really start to show his strength in the middle stage, Vladimir's existence would completely become a terrifying nightmare in the eyes of his opponents.
Looking at the blue team's jungler Olaf again —
0/1/0。
Compared to his other teammates, Nate's performance wasn't too bad. Aside from the first wave of wandering around at the start of the game, which ruined his and his mid-laner's rhythm and caused him to lose two lives, Nate's jungler, Olaf, had been working hard to grow.
But now most people on the field understood that no matter how much you developed, your level was still at least one and a half to two levels behind the opponent's Excavator. Moreover, Rexel was about to fly the rhythm of the mid and top lane. You, Olaf, were just grinding the jungle to develop. When would you be able to come out?
By the time you come out, the game would be over, okay ~
Therefore, at this moment, the atmosphere between the Assassin Guild and Quick Water Club was extremely relaxed and cheerful.
From time to time, mocking laughter could be heard. One could vaguely hear words like "Core ace jungler", "Choosing Olaf is such a coward", "What the hell are you playing for?"
On the blue team's side, the BW team's live chat channel was dead silent.
Several of the main players were no longer speaking. They were either communicating with each other or anxiously calling for support from their jungler teammates.
But faintly, there seemed to be a gloomy and dejected atmosphere that began to spread.
Even in such an atmosphere, Nate, who was sitting in the jungler's position, stared expressionlessly at the computer screen in front of him. He controlled his Olaf to continue running through the jungle like a numb machine.
But …
At this moment, the body of the BW team's core ace jungler was trembling uncontrollably.
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