The provocateurs fall asleep until I start cutting the ND.Night begins.
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Night 1. Checkmate.
After the game loaded, most of the champions, as if stung, rushed in different directions without any swifts in their stash or hosts in the CC. Twis immediately went into invis and, giggling nastily, tripped up those scattering. Both mafias left more slowly, with dignity — there was indeed no reason to fear the empty space.
Nebo hurried along the botlane. He was troubled by all the events, yet he maintained his composure. His courage was bolstered by the fact that someone had intervened in his fight with simple mobs, managing to neutralize a threat from behind just in time. Nebo did not see the mysterious protector, and he was hesitant to look into the nearby bushes.
A similar case happened to
Goomer — he completely by chance stumbled upon a dragon and tried to run away from this fire-breathing monster as fast as his legs could carry him. When his HP was nearing zero and his heels were covered in a crispy crust, someone jumped out of the bushes and distracted the beast. Goomer thanked his unknown savior only after he reached the edge of the map and climbed a tree.
Wishmaster kept stopping and looking back — he couldn't shake the nasty, anxious feeling that someone was watching him. He wound through the forest for a long time and even danced with a tambourine near the Baron, but only after a suicidal flash onto the enemy Tower was he able to break free from the pursuit.
Morning, in a wonderful mood, stood on top next to a crowd of mobs bashing each other and was subtly trolling everyone. After counting the victims of the butthurt and gathering experience from them, which was just enough for a level-up, Morning was about to leave when someone behind him mockingly reproached him, saying he was "no longer the cake." The ensuing discussion lasted a very long time, and more than one creep died from hearing it, but in the end, the opponents parted in peace, though each remained with their own opinion.
Plesen paid little attention to the large predatory cat that was following him closely. As long as the beast showed no aggression, there was no point in engaging it, and in case of an attack, Plesen was confident that if not in his ability to repel it, then 100% in his ability to run away.
SUDDENLY, a dark figure appeared out of thin air before
Rudy, and before the poor guy could comprehend what was happening, a purple sphere struck him painfully in the chest. Rudy flew back several meters and lost consciousness; when he came to, he found a white sign with an exclamation mark in the middle attached to his head.
(This is a description, not a clue, guys)A young lad who appeared from nowhere fell onto
Ment, who had sat down to rest near a pile of some stones. Without apologizing or even saying hello, the impudent youth got to his feet, dusted off his backside, and then, with a scream of
"A-a-a-a, a golem!", disappeared just as unexpectedly.
Naver Leengard hovered over
ToX, clearly not intending to let him be harmed, but by doing so, he weakened his own defense. A corrosive charge shattered against the magical armor, and the air around
Naver was rapidly filled with poisonous gas.
Leengard, quickly realizing what was happening, descended to the ground and, finding the offender, rushed toward him, but the attacker clearly knew how to finish things. The first rocket knocked the victim off his feet and pushed him back, the second scorched his wings and forced him to drop his weapon, and the subsequent dozen led to the complete destruction of the target. The gears remaining at the scene of the murder were quickly dismantled by mobs for souvenirs.
Lord Mortulus, absorbed in thoughts about changing taxes, didn't notice at all how SOMETHING the size of a three-story house crept up on him. The monster's shadow snapped
the Lord out of his reflections and forced him to turn around, but it was too late. The cry "For Dem..." found its continuation, along with its owner, in the belly of the beast. The bloated creature belched blissfully and, after picking its teeth with spikes, spat out underwear with a "Purgatory" label, then slowly departed.
Alive:
Ple-Sen
Spear
Mona
Zybr
Победитель
Thorium
Нэйра Дрейк
ToX
Rainer
Ment
Arandor
Драккошка
Goomer
Рудый
WishmasteR
Morning
Небо
Lуnx
Disconnect:
Naver Leengard
Лорд Мортулус