Fourth-level archmage, second-level king of the hill, first-level paladin.

Six griffons, five cavalry, and half a squad of aircraft.

The Terran forces are stronger than ever!

In the competition room, Sander's face was flushed, and behind the thick lenses, the pair of highly myopic eyes showed excitement at the moment, "Mine with me?" Kill me peasant? See how I kill you! ”

Knock knock!

The king of the hill held a hammer in his right hand and an axe in his left, his short body like a hill, and his heavy steps on the decaying earth seemed to tremble even the earth!

"Kill!"

With a deafening roar, smoke billowed from behind the King of the Hill, and an elite cavalry galloped from behind, and the knights on their horses drew their swords one after another, pointing straight at the lair of the undead!

There was a lion's roar in the sky, and the sound was about to shake the sky! Six griffons flew over the head of the King of the Hill, their mighty wings flicking with the sound of the wind, and on the back of each griffon sat a dwarf with a warhammer in his hand, they were from the Wildhammer Clan, and they were the most powerful warhammer warriors!

Around the griffins, a small group of planes guarded the griffons' safety like wingmen, allowing them to use their griffin hammers to their full potential!

"The sky is already ours!" , the king of the hill raised his hands and struck each other with hammers and axes, "Soon!" Everything on the ground will be conquered by us! ”

Oh! All the Terran warriors shouted in unison, and the archmage and paladin followed behind the King of the Hill, and together with the mighty Terran army, they slaughtered into this weak undead mine!

Suddenly, the sunlight vanished. The sky that had been bright turned dark.

Brush Brush Brush! There was a sound of wings flapping and currents, but the frequency of the sound was much higher than that of the griffins. The Terran warriors looked up suspiciously, but saw a shocking scene.

Gargoyles. The sky is full of ghouls!

The petrified skin, the hard wings, the ugly head, the whole sky was occupied by the same creature, so much so that even the sun was completely obscured!

Rumble!

Immediately after, an explosion resounded from behind the army of ghouls, and the King of the Hill looked up, his hands trembling violently, and the fierce momentum he had just now had long since disappeared.

A large dragon head skeleton poked out of the clouds, its hollow eye sockets glowing red, staring coldly at the humans on the ground.

A ridge as vast as a forest, wings as wide as a mountain, and a giant tail as winding as a river! The sound of the explosion was just its roar!

This is the ultimate class of the undead, the Frost Dragon!

"There's still one over there!". A panicked shout rang out from the Terran troops, and a knight pointed to the other side of the sky, almost falling off his horse in horror!

As he pointed in the direction of his finger, people were horrified to find that there was more than one huge and terrifying frost dragon!

"Fifteen gargoyles, four ice dragons! How is this possible! The Italian commentator was desperate.

"Double-line harassment, slaughtering farmers, and sending away ghouls, these are all tricks, just so that Xander doesn't have the energy to detect that he is transforming into a gargoyle and an ice dragon!". Chen Jie's tone was more relaxed, and the outcome of the game was decided so far, "TopOne wants to tell Sander that he doesn't just operate"

"Sander is really good at tactics and taking control of the big picture. But if he thinks that the top professional competition is just that simple, then he is wrong", the fat master slightly regretted. "This is a very talented tactical player, but he underestimates the professional game"

Sander didn't hit the GG. He doesn't want to throw in the towel!

However, on the screen in front of you. The Terran troops were getting smaller and smaller, and no matter how desperately he operated, in the end, none of the Terran warriors survived.

When the archmage fell, Sander's hands let go of the keyboard and mouse. He took off his glasses and buried his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking.

"Battle.net invincibility is just an illusion, and if you want to prove yourself, you have to stand on the stage of professional competition", these are the words of the MEDIA when he persuaded himself to join SK, at the time, Sander disagreed, and now, he finally understands.

On the stage of all eyes, the gap between winning and losing will be magnified countless times, winning is ecstatic, losing is painful, that kind of unwillingness and regret, like ten thousand arrows through the heart!

The joys and sorrows of life, but that's it.

Sander didn't play GG, and the game couldn't stop, and the undead army was tearing down the Terran buildings one by one. And the live broadcast camera has long since left the Temple of the Lost and falls on Sander's body.

On the big screen, a child with stray hair and a pale face is crying with a low head.

Inside the Royal Opera House, there was silence.

Finally, when the last city hall was torn down, the undead won the battle.

The staff came up to the stage and helped the crying Sander off the stage.

“BeatTopOne！” Someone in the audience shouted, and soon, this unified slogan was shouted from more and more people's mouths, and it became a frenzy!

Amid the shouts that threatened to tear down the roof, the game ushered in a halftime interview.

It was still the blonde and blue-eyed, tall beauty host who walked onto the stage, and because Sander was no longer able to be interviewed, she directly handed the microphone to Xiao Xin.

"TopOne, do you think you have to destroy your opponent to win a fight?" , the face of the beautiful host is full of righteous light.

Her question further ignited the indignant audience, many yelling at the stage.

"If you win, why do you want to abuse people?"

"Inhumanity! He's still a kid! ”

"Cold-Blooded Demon King!"

"It's just a game, so why bother?"

In the player's rest area, Xu Yan hugged Zhang Xiaotian tightly.

"You know what a! Game? Countless people give up everything to practice is just a game? You're all stupid X! Xiao Tian's hysterical scolding was drowned out in a huge wave of sound.

"In the world", Xiao Xin's voice sounded in the Royal Opera House, and the angry people couldn't help but quiet down, and everyone was looking at the javelin-like figure on the stage, "There are many War3 players, but less than one in a thousand actually become professional players, do you know why?" ”

"Give up your studies, bear the stigma of not doing your job, practice for more than ten hours a day, and if you can't get results within a year, you will soon be replaced by newcomers, this is the way of a professional player", Xiao Xin's voice echoed in the Royal Opera House, like Arthas whispering in front of the throne of the Lich King.

"I will do my best in every game, because everyone who has the courage to choose this path should not be taken lightly!"

The audience was silent, no one spoke. Even the beautiful host looked at Xiao Xin blankly, she was a pure TopOne black, but she didn't expect to hear such an answer.

"Let's start, the next game", Xiao Xin returned the microphone to the beautiful host, turned around and walked into the competition room.

(To be continued.) )