Chapter 1311
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Coco tilted his head, glancing towards her.
Little Spade must have noticed the problem.
But why wasn't there any emotion on her face?
She just sat there, a smile hanging on her lips as she watched her captain maneuver his character.
Occasionally, she would overhear their conversation.
"What's his big move?"
"He, he can seduce people, he's a tank."
"Does he have high HP?"
"Mmh."
"If we don't kill him, we still have to find a pushover."
The last sentence was from their captain, his voice calm, as though he was teaching on the spot.
Little Spade held her chin, her words unscrupulous. "Mmh, we'll find a pushover!"
Coco: "… These two are really …"
Coco didn't manage to express his sorrow, it was washed away by the shameless display of affection.
On the other hand, Rao Rong, who was in the middle lane, paused. He switched to the small map and zoomed in, taking in the entire wilderness.
Because he had to face an enemy, he didn't take a closer look at Qin Mo's movements.
But one thing was obvious: Qin Mo's farming speed, it was so slow that Rao Rong's fingers paused.
Any assassin in their profession would have cleared all the beasts in their own wilderness by now.
Not to mention Qin Mo, who was faster than everyone else in terms of farming speed.
It wasn't just because of his positioning, but also because he was clear about the intervals between the appearance of the beasts and the recovery time of his skills. In the entire circle, he was the only one who could use them flexibly.
The title of MVP wasn't just for show.
When he was farming, he could use his skills to walk.
Anyone who played this game knew that money determined equipment and equipment determined your damage.
The person who could farm the money the fastest would have the highest damage. That way, they would be able to finish off their opponent with one set of skills.
Hence, time was extremely important in this game.
Right now, even though Qin Mo's farming speed was faster than the average player, at his current level, he wasn't even a tenth of his usual skills. His positioning was erratic.
Perhaps his instincts wouldn't allow him to degenerate into a noob who couldn't even use the mouse, but it was obvious that he had forgotten the consciousness of a jungler.
What should an assassin do at this moment?
He didn't know.
Consciousness was a mysterious thing.
Everyone's jungling style was different.
Little Spade was also a jungler. Both of them were very skilled, leaving nothing behind wherever they went. But the feeling they gave off was different.
There was a saying that an assassin did not fight to see who was more reckless, but to see who was more conscious.
If one's awareness was good, even if the overall situation was against them, one could rely on commanding the battle and the assassin to lead the tempo to victory.
If one's awareness wasn't good, not only would he fail to kill his opponent, he would also be suppressed and beaten.
Especially in a high-end game like this.
The moment Rao Rong had this thought, a figure appeared at the river in the jungle.
It was the enemy's assassin!
His fingers paused. He had wanted to immediately go over to help.
A good midlaner would be able to coordinate with the midlaner.
Not to mention Rao Rong, who had the nickname of team control.
However, he seemed to have thought of something.
He didn't move. Instead, he stood there and looked in the direction of the person in white. A faint light flashed in his eyes.
Qin Mo, let me see if you still know what you have to do as an assassin in the wilderness.
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