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Trying Out Nathapon | Eternal Return Black Survival | Prof Eru Gaming

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Hey everyone! Here's another video made from my games where I tried out Nathapon. I think I just found my new main, because I really enjoy using him. I still need to practice him, though! As you may have noticed, the clips from Ranked Games (Solo, Duo and Squad). I haven't won first place with Nathapon, but he's still fun to use. I switch between Mirrorless and Cannon Camera, while Havoc, Vampiric Bloodline is the main augment, with Fortification as secondary. What do you think of Nathapon? Have you tried playing him?

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