Chapter 1246: Rest and Recuperation in the Silent Night (23)

Uncle Philios is down!!

However, it doesn't matter!Because it wasn't the leopard man Philios who sprinted with the ball, and his fall would not affect the outcome of the game! As long as Albert can get over this huge wall formed by the air, the Sphinx still have a chance to win!!

But the high-pressure air had already grabbed the tiger and made him shake all over! The faster the man sprinted, the more unstable his center of gravity became, and of course the wind formed by the air flow could blow Albert over!

Oh no! The tiger clearly felt that he had lost his balance and was about to fall forward! If he continued like this, he would once again be pinned down by the opponent in front of him!!

Damn! I am so unwilling! I know that my opponent is cheating, and I clearly understand my opponent's cheating methods, but Albert is still helpless against my opponent! Is this the only way to stop it?!

"Go ahead!!" Unexpectedly, Philios, who should have fallen to the ground, quickly got up and hit Albert with his back!!

This clever collision allowed the already unbalanced tiger to gain a firm foothold again! That's right, Uncle Feleos is Albert's wind pillar, and with him opening the way, the tiger will definitely be able to get around!!

Albert rushed out desperately, drilled in the direction of Philios' right lower abdomen, and made a side breakthrough!

The giant guard also pressed down with both palms, and fished in a large area, wanting to use the storm he created and the advantage of his own physique to hug the tiger and the leopard man together!

No way!!! Philios also opened his palms and fought his opponent with all his might! His strength was far inferior to that of his opponent, but he only needed to block even a fraction of a second!

The Giant's defender, who had been delayed by Feleos' blockade for half a second, failed to catch the tiger cub scurrying around! Albert finally broke through from the giant's defense and rushed to the bottom of the enemy line like a storm!

"Touchdown!!-" The referee's announcement of the verdict has long been muffled by the boiling cheers of the audience!

The score became 33:35, and the Sphinx team finally chased down only two points with the Guinean giants in the last five minutes of the game!

Then there's the bonus game, where the tee shot is set to the top three yards of the Giants' baseline, where it must be scored with a kick in the goal, or a touchdown with the ball.

"What to do, do you want to kick it?" Philios was already busy discussing with Hiloma.

"If it had been a touchdown, it would have been possible to score two points and tie with the Giants. The captain of the tiger man glanced at the giants and was very unhappy: "However, the wall of that person is so thick that there is no way to break through it." "The Giants are big guys, and it's hard to get around when you spread out. When the eleven players were densely lined up within a distance of only three yards, the human wall was even more impenetrable, and the Orcs of the Sphinx team could not pry open the slightest crack.

"But even if you use kicks, there's a good chance that they'll be blocked. Tiger man Gusta also frowned and said. They know best on the offensive and defensive lines, and the last time the kick in the bonus game was kicked away by the giants of the opposing offensive line. With this lesson, even the easiest kicks to score points are not safe to use.

"Since the odds of success are not high, of course you can use the method to score more points and try your best, right?" Albert couldn't help but interject.

With this statement, not only Shiloma and Fileos, but even the other players of the Sphinx team turned their heads at the same time and looked at Albert with surprised faces.

"Uh, what's the matter??" "You kid, you still say something super cool every once in a while!" Shiloma sighed.

"At that moment, I thought it was Sphinx Daddy who spoke," Celeos sighed as he covered his mouth.

(So, Daddy Sphinx is also such a crazy meow?) (Wait, who's crazy!?) "Hey, hey!!" Captain Shiloma let out a sinister dry laugh: "It's funny! It's crazy, but it's funny! Just do what Little Tiger says!" "Are you serious?" Mutter hurriedly stopped: "Even if the touchdown is just a tie, and forcing a touchdown will only increase the chance of injury, so it doesn't do any good at all!" "No, there are benefits, because it prevents the Giants from delaying time. Gusta explained: "When the next round is in the hands of the Giants, they have 40 seconds to prepare for each kickoff. This time is usually reserved for the team's battle meetings, but the Giants will make the most of those 40 seconds, and kick off at the last second each time. That would be too bad: even if the Giants didn't take the first attack at all and ran a few steps to the ground each time, they would be able to delay for at least 160 seconds before they ran out of four offensive opportunities. "Two minutes or more," Albert sighed, "there were only five minutes left, and if half of it was consumed," "so we had to go through it with a touchdown." Captain Shiloma snorted: "Putting pressure on the Giants in a tie-breaking situation makes them have to attack aggressively. That way, we'll have a little more time in our offensive rounds. "But—" Mutter still had an opinion.

"Alright, the tactics have been decided, you just have to execute it. Philios sneered: "Even if this touchdown fails, we can still rely on the touchdown of the last chance to attack, it doesn't matter! And Xiloma should have planned a long time ago, whether it is a failure in the touchdown or someone is injured." "Hey, hey, hey, that's of course. The captain put on his helmet and smiled treacherously: "I have thought of a hundred and fifty battle strategies for each situation, you just need to carry out the tactics faithfully! If you dare to hold me back, go back and kill you!!" "Oh oh oh oh!!" The orcs roared and lined up to attack!

At the same time (?), Great Britain, base of the Knights of the Western Heavens, Ethenburg.

"Husky, they're so slow. Hal just got out of the virtual game and sat on the bench to stretch his muscles: "It's just a toilet, why do you have to meow so long." "Maybe they're going to do some secret training. Calvin also logged out of the game, staring at the leopard man sinisterly from the side: "Looking at the appearance of the Grand Duke of Evil Star and the puppy, they must have made some kind of agreement secretly, right? For example, the little dog wants the Grand Duke of Scorn to teach him swordsmanship or something-" "Swordsmanship?" Hal frowned thoughtfully.

Calvin, the little prince of the fish-man, smiled even more sinisterly: "Huhu, anyway, it has nothing to do with you, who are already half a waste." This sentence deeply stung the leopard man boy. Hal, who is weak and unable to move, even struggles to walk a few steps by himself, and in reality, those physical exercises that consume a lot are even more out of his reach. The few things he can have at the moment, except for quietly reading a book and fiddling with toys, are only games in this virtual world. And his only friend Husky went farther and farther away, learning swordsmanship with Uncle Evil Star, and I believe that in the near future, Husky can also become a very good knight in reality.

I always feel so lonely.

"Chirp?" the balloon, Poki leaned over and kissed Hal on the forehead.

"Yes, Hal and Pochimeow. The leopard boy stroked his pet fish and smiled bitterly.

"Chirp~~~!" the little carp was so happy that it circled around the leopard boy quickly. Then he got carried away and spun faster and faster, flew off the rails, and slammed his ass (if the fish had a butt) into someone's cat face.

"What the hell" Palamides had just pushed open the door when he was hit by a white mass, and he quickly grabbed it with his hand, and looked at it fixedly: "A fish?" "Chirp!-" The balloon fish struggled in Palamides' hands, as if he was afraid that he would be eaten by the leopard warriors.

"Daddy?" Hal exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you meowing here?!" "Hey, my little kitten." Palamides let go of the hand that had caught the balloon fish and grinned at his youngest son, "Were you good when Daddy was away?"

"Chirp~!" Pochi broke free from Palamides' capture and swam back to Hal as if he had fled, hiding behind the leopard boy shivering.

"Good evening. Calvin got down from the bench early and bowed slightly to Palamidades: "Calvin, the second prince of the Kingdom of Iceland, greets Sir Palamidas." "Heh, this kid is so polite. The big cat couldn't help but admire.

"It's just a façade of politeness. This kid is actually a demon. Tristan snorted and stepped out from behind the big cat, "Calvin, what the hell are you doing here with a bunch of imps? Shouldn't your fishing club be held on the coast?" "No, how is that possible. Calvin smiled at his brother in confusion, probably prepared: "It's dark outside, there are many mosquitoes, and the sea water smells bad and smelly." How can we go to such a vulgar place?--Fishing clubs, too, can be done here. "Oh, here?" asked Palamides, puzzled, and quickly glanced at the environment in the simulated training room. There is little else left here except benches for people to lie down and rest. But it's more of a computer room of sorts than a lounge. Those high-tech pews with a bunch of wires attached to them seemed to be very useful.

"It's just, this talker-filled little ghost. Tristan's face was gloomy.

"Second brother is good or bad, where is the most basic trust between people? Calvin said everything is true, if you don't believe it, you can also go into the game to see what it is. Calvin said with a smile.

"You'd better tell the truth. Tristan, the fish-man prince, clenched his fists and sat down on one of the benches: "If I let me expose your lies, see that I don't beat your ass to the ground." "Do you really want to try it" Palamides didn't have a good impression of this kind of high-tech thing, and always felt that something would happen if he was lying on such a mysterious bench.

"You have to try everything. Tristan coldly shoved Palamides, knocking the big cat down on the bench. He even took the opportunity to pull up the hood of the bench and buckle it on top of the big cat's head. In this way, even if the leopard warrior is unwilling, the machine on the bench has been forced to start. Palamides felt groggy for a while, closed his eyes and fell asleep.