"F * ck, this Pantheon…"
Was this a f * cking support?
Your Support is like this?
Fight?
He couldn't beat them at all. Prince had a big piece too. This big piece was an upgraded version of Jungler Sword. In terms of level, it was not on the same level as Pantheon's Tranquil Dream.
Now, he was even more passive.
How was he supposed to fight this?
There was no way to fight.
Kill, resounding.
At the moment of the kill, the player using Prince could not help but type: "Support Pantheon, is this your ADC's trick?”
"Shrimp?"
Able was dumbfounded. What the hell was this?
When people sit at home, the pot comes from the sky.
What did he do?
He didn't do anything. Why was it his trick?
able：“?????”
Prince: " Don't play dumb. If it wasn't for the ADC's request, would he dare to play such a non-mainstream Support? It must be your trick. Don't think that I don't know who you are.”
able：“………………”
He couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
What kind of conclusion was this?
Can I ask him?
Pantheon was a big boss. After he returned home, he even bought a Storm Greatsword. Did this equipment look like a Support?
If it wasn't for that vision and the scan…
Able had forgotten that this was a support.
Looking at his own battle record, although it was not bad, it was still very difficult to fight one against two.
Finally, Able said pitifully,""Brother, can you come to the bottom lane? I'm being suppressed too badly."
"Bottom lane? Okay, I'm coming!"
"Alright!"
His emotions were extremely complicated.
He was definitely the first person in the pro scene to lower his voice and ask for help from the same Support.
However, was there a way?
This time, the opponent was not arranged clearly, but Able was arranged clearly. It could be said that it refreshed the world view.
And right now.
It started again.
Support, here it comes.
"You! Go!"
"F * ck…"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. There's no need to jump over.”
“…………”
Able wanted to cry but had no tears. There was such a term on the internet, which was tool man, and today's Little Pao was a tool man among tools. If you said one thing, you couldn't say two.
Since he had already said so.
Then…let's go.
However, this was in front of a robot.
Wasn't this courting death?
However, he still chose to listen to her and hit the robot.
The fiery-red cannonball produced intense friction with the robot's body, creating sparks called love. Perhaps Xiao Pao had feelings called love.
However, the robot did not have any.
He reached out his golden right hand, which he had rubbed countless times, and perfectly landed on Xiao Pao's slender waist.
An ear-piercing mechanical sound rang out.
At this moment, Able regretted using the cannon. What was he doing?
Why did he have to die?
The electric current passed through Little Cannon's body. The moment the imprisonment was triggered, Able's heart turned cold. This was going to be a game!
However, at this moment.
A huge circle flashed on the screen.
This was Pantheon's landing point, but to Little Cannon, this was the halo of an angel, the dawn of hope.
But to the other party, this was fear.
Leave?
It was already too late. In front of them was a desperate defense tower, so they could only retreat. However, Pantheon's big move completely covered their retreat.
So, what should he do?
What should he do?
From the very beginning, he had already decided that since they were going to fight, they would fight.
"Fight! Before Pantheon lands, I'll kill this cannon. I don't believe that Pantheon can't fight two at once.”
“OK！”
The player using the robot nodded. This was the only way now.
The progress bar gradually moved forward.
And…Little Cannon's HP was the same.
Pantheon landed on the ground.
The sound of an end resounded on the spot.
Pantheon had arrived, but he was indeed a step too late.
"I'm dead!"
"It's okay, I'm coming!"
"You want to fight one against two?"
"Can't I?" Wang Fan asked.
Hearing this, Able's mouth twitched. This was not a question of whether he could do it or not. It was just that he was a support, right? You want to fight one against two?
This did not conform to the law of coughing up blood.
However, in the next second.
The moment Pantheon jumped onto Ash, the sound of " Kill!"
Able fell silent.
The e-sports inventor had suddenly become a Buddhist youth.
"Let's…let's do this."
Support?
No!
This was a father.
What did this match have to do with him?
Was Pantheon in charge of the Summoner's Canyon?
The reason was that Pantheon had killed someone in an instant.
Able would not have reacted this way if he had insta-killed Ember. However, it was not Ember who had been insta-killed, but the support called Robot. Perhaps this person's equipment was not too good.
However, wasn't he much more fleshy than the ADC?
However, such a robot was like tofu in front of Pantheon.
Instant kill? It was simple.
If the Support was like this, what if he wanted to kill the ADC?
Wouldn't that be easy?
Pantheon had 1v2, and Little Cannon was just cannon fodder. Able was silent for a while, and after a long time, he said,""This round, I'm too miserable. Is there a Support who's worse off than me?”
"You?" Forget it! The opposing ADC is the one who's in trouble."
“？？？”
Evil Wind: " Look at him. He's being trampled on by the Support. Have you seen any ADC in a worse state than him?”
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