The national school grass is a girl

Chapter 1313 One Thousand 780 Eight
Coco tilted his head and looked towards Bo Jiu.

Little Spade must have discovered the problem.

But why is there no emotion on the face.

Just sitting there with a smile on the corner of his mouth, watching the captain operate the characters in the game,

Occasionally, the conversation between the two men is heard.

"What is this person's ultimate move?"

"He can seduce people, one is a tank."

"That means the blood is thick?"

"alright."

"Then don't kill him, or find a soft persimmon."

The last sentence was said by the captain, with a faint voice, completely teaching on the spot.

Little Spade propped his chin there, and it was really immoral to agree: "Well, find a soft persimmon!"

coco: ………… These two people are really….

The sadness in coco's heart didn't show, it was diluted by this shameless scene of giving out dog food.

On the other hand, Rao Rong, who was playing in the middle, paused for a moment, switched to the mini-map to zoom in, and had a panoramic view of the wild area.

Because he had to face off against the enemy, he didn't pay close attention to Qin Mo's operation.

There is only one thing, obviously, that is Qin Mo's wild clearing speed, so slow that Rao Rong's fingers paused.

Anyone who plays assassin in any profession should have already cleared all the wild monsters in their wild area by this time.

Not to mention Qin Mo, he cleared the jungle faster than everyone else.

Not only because of the positioning, but also because he knows the interval between the appearance of each wild monster and the recovery time of the skills, and how to use them flexibly. In the whole circle, only he can do it.

The most valuable player is never just talking casually.

When he is clearing the wild, he can use his skills to walk.

Anyone who plays this game knows that the economy determines the equipment, and the equipment determines your damage.

And whoever hits the money the fastest will do more damage, so that in the battle, he can kill the opponent in seconds with a set of skills.

Therefore, time is very important in this game.

Now, although Qin Mo's wild clearing speed is faster than that of ordinary players, but at this level, he doesn't even have one-tenth of his strength before, and even his position is a bit erratic.

Maybe his instincts won't make him degenerate into a novice who can't even use a mouse, but obviously, he has forgotten the consciousness of being a jungler.

What should the assassin do at this time?
He didn't know.

Consciousness is a very mysterious thing to say.

Everyone and everyone jungles differently.

Little Spade is also a jungler, both of them are very powerful, and no grass grows everywhere they go, but they give people a different feeling.

There is a saying that is good, what assassins fight is not to see who is more desperate, but to fight with consciousness.

If the awareness is good, even if the overall situation is against the wind, you can rely on command to fight, and the assassin will win with the rhythm.

If the consciousness is not good, people cannot be killed, and they will be suppressed and beaten.

Especially a high-end game like this.

As soon as Rao Rong had this idea, he saw a figure suddenly appearing in the wild river.

It's the opponent's assassin!

He snapped his fingers, originally thinking of going to support immediately.

A good mid laner will have mid-field linkage.

What's more, Rao Rong is known as the group control.

It's just that he seemed to remember something.

He didn't move, but stopped there, and looked at the position of the white robe with a faint light in his eyes.

Qin Mo, let me see, do you still know what to do as a jungler assassin?

Only grabbing the field, how can it be enough...

(End of this chapter)