It was still the same thing.
If Team God's mid laner was replaced by Temptress, Tribulation, Kassadin, Kennan, AP Stoneman, or Rambo, then they would be able to save the world on their own.
But if it was just a card master …
What could a mere card do in a situation where the five of them were teaming up to unleash a dragon?
No one thought that this wave of cards could do anything, not even the world's number one card, not even Morning Star.
However, Lin Feng, who was in the backstage area, did not think so.
Beside him, Ceng Rui was stunned. He looked incredulous.
"He can still do it in this situation?!"
Min Province, Nanzhou City, Lecheng Internet Cafe.
"Are you kidding me?"
Xia Ziyou stared at the young man in front of her as if he had just said the biggest joke in the world. Even though she was completely impressed by this man's gaming skills, she still could not believe what he had just said.
Mu Qiu did not look at Xia Ziyou.
At this moment, his gaze also fell on the OB image on the LCD spectator screen. His eyes reflected the figure of the purple square Card Master. His originally lazy gaze became slightly sharp.
"Oh."
"Just take it as a joke."
In a small town next to Xia City, in a roadside convenience store, a few junior high school boys also stared at the store owner.
"What?!"
"Boss, you're talking nonsense, right?"
Zhang Xin looked at Zhou Mo and said earnestly, "Brother Mo, I know you feel the same way as us.
"Brother Mo, I know you feel the same way as us. We all hope that God can create a miracle this time, but we have to be realistic."
As he spoke, he gestured towards the screen of the laptop with his mouth.
"Look, it's just one card. Even if it's a card from Imperial Star, there are five SSK players. How can he find a chance to create a miracle?"
Zhou Mo smiled honestly and did not argue with the kids in front of him.
"Yeah."
"Maybe I'm thinking too much."
However, although he said that, his eyes were also looking at the screen of the laptop at this moment, thinking silently in his heart.
It's difficult.
Very, very difficult.
But if Lin Feng were to control this wave of cards … what would happen?
This thought appeared in the young convenience store owner's mind, and he paused for a moment. Then, he smiled with certainty and nostalgia.
If it was Lin Feng.
It must be possible.
London, Wembley Stadium, backstage area.
Lin Feng shook his head.
"I'm not sure. I'm not too good at card heroes."
"But Ah Xing is different."
After saying that, someone turned to look at the arena. "That fellow … … in some aspects, he is stronger than all of us."
…
On the stage, inside Team God's arena.
In the middle seat in front of the computer screen, Morning Star was still fully focused on controlling his Card Master, constantly moving back and forth in front of the Dragon Fjord, looking for the next opportunity to strike.
He held the W skill in his hand.
It was not used lightly.
A Card Master's W skill was similar to Vayne's E, Android's Q, and so on. It was the most crucial trump card, a life-saving trump card, and an invisible deterrent. It could only be used at the most crucial moment.
At least, not now.
Morning Star knew very well that the HP bars of the blue team heroes in the Dragon Fjord were not healthy. If he wanted to, he could rely on his individual explosive damage to directly flash in and replace any of the fragile C positions of the opposing mid or AD.
But the result of taking down one of the opponents was that his own Card Master would be instantly drowned by the firepower of the other four.
That would be a loss.
Because what he wanted to do now was not to stop his losses.
What he coveted was definitely not just one or two heads on the other side.
What he wanted to do was far grander and bolder than this.
His gaze quickly swept across the Great Dragon Fjord, his eyes reflecting the HP and blue bar values of every hero on the opposing blue side. Countless information and data collided with each other at a frightening speed in his mind.
Such a huge amount of calculations almost made Morning Star feel like his head was about to explode.
He had reached the critical point of overloading.
But the expression on his face was still calm. There seemed to be a flame burning in his chest, making him feel hot.
It could be done.
It really could be done.
All he needed to do was to find the only way out amidst all these complicated factors, and this was what he was best at.
He was the world's number one Card Master.
Back then, he had taken a liking to the hero Drizzt and favored him to this day precisely because the hero perfectly suited his tastes. Not only was he agile and calm, but he also gave off the feeling of being able to control everything …
Everything …
Everything could become a card in his hand.
Morning Star's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Ah Ye, come."
Points were quickly marked on the minimap, and Morning Star's voice rang in the team's live channel.
"This position.
"Wait for me to arrange it."
At that moment, apart from Morning Star's Card Master, only Huangxue Nightsong's AD, Virtuoso, was still alive. Almost at the same time as he heard Morning Star's order, Huangxue Nightsong had already controlled his Virtuoso to rush over and get into position.
"Coming!"
At the same time, Morning Star's voice continued to reach the ears of the other members of Team God.
"Jayz, find a chance to teleport after you resurrect.
"This one, this one, and this one. Three eye points. Pay attention to the position, circle around if you can.
"Tahm and Prince, wait for them to resurrect. If there's enough time, bring Prince and teleport directly."
It was quiet and methodical.
The members of Team God gritted their teeth and responded in a low voice.
At that moment, they still could not see enough hope. However, first of all, they believed in their team leader, and second of all … there was no other better option at the moment.
…
The live audience below the stage also noticed that on the OB screen from God's perspective, Team God, who was on the purple side, was constantly marked on the minimap.
Everyone was slightly shocked —
What … did that mean?
On the official commentary platform, the Western commentators finally reacted.
"Is Team God making a tactical arrangement?"
"These eye points … are they used to signal for Jayz to teleport?"
"There's not enough time, right?"
Indeed.
At this point in the match, the resurrection time for a hero to die was already very long. At this point in time, the three heroes of Team God would need at least a dozen seconds to resurrect, and the opposing team, SSK, would have enough time to take down the dragon and return to the city.
Unless —
"Unless the cards can hold them back!"
On the China commentary platform, Old Mi's expression was solemn.
The two female commentators, Mo Sheng and Fei Yan, looked hopeful.
"Is there a chance —"
Time passed quickly.
The HP bar above the dragon's head had dropped to less than a third.
At that moment, Morning Star moved quickly, tapping on the mouse and keyboard, and pressed the summoner's skill button —
[Ghost Dash], activated.
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