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... d be played in the top-lane or in the jungle. Even amongst the hunters, there were also talents that could be played in either the mid-lane or bottom lane.

The talents were diverse, and the line-up possibilities were infinite. The positions were inanimate, but the players were alive, and this was what made the tactics so interesting.

The puppet warlock was one of the flexible talents. When used in the mid-lane, it could control and deal DPS, and it wasn’t weak at providing suppor ...

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