Suddenly, Paul felt cold on his hands and feet.

The huge contrast made him look a little stunned, and he had even forgotten the operation.

The royal training camp spectators were stunned, and the collective began to dumb fire.

One of them even stood up and jerked off his hood.

"It's a whole new tactic!"

He let out a flurry of exclamations.

"This can be used on the border defense line to reverse the decline of the war with the orcs over the years!"

Someone recognized this old man who looked vicissitudes of life and trembled as the ultimate instructor of the royal training camp.

The undefeated god of war in Atlanta - Marshal Alfonso!

It is said that when he was young, he was in charge of a legion, stationed on the frontier for more than 20 years, and experienced more than 100 battles with orcs, large and small, and never lost. Since then, the orcs in the place where he is stationed have not dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Now, although he has retired from the military for many years due to physical reasons, he only stays in Atlantas to recuperate, and occasionally goes to the royal training camp for guidance.

But there is no doubt that his prestige in military circles is incompetent!

But who would have thought that as the final instructor of the training camp, he would have such a high opinion of Yifeng!

This exclamation spread far and wide in the collective silent hall. It was like the cry of a falcon in the open field, it was so piercing.

Naturally, Paul heard it.

"It turns out that my gap is still so big!"

He laughed self-deprecatingly, typed in the letters "GG", leaned over to copy the video, slowly stood up, looked around, and looked around, like autumn leaves.

I thought that even if I was not good, at least I could drag out a few prayer hours, at least so that everyone could see the characteristics of Yifeng clearly and find out the corresponding weaknesses.

But who would have thought that after only one fifth of the prayers, they would be unable to support themselves?

"I throw in the towel!"

He uttered these words almost calmly.

No one laughed at him, almost all of the audience just shook their heads and sighed softly, looking at them sympathetically.

Paul's actions were also expected.

Yes.

Since he used the strongest move, he still suffered such humiliation.

What's the point of staying on the stage and playing another game?

On the contrary, many people thought that Paul's approach was wise and that he had the courage to break his wrist.

After all, taking the initiative to admit defeat, a one-loss record is better than being abused from beginning to end, right?

"Don't, let's do it again! Brother still has a lot of tactics to explain?"

Such a fast pace obviously made Yifeng very dissatisfied.

It's like a resentful woman who keeps an empty room alone, finally gets the news of her husband's return, specially prepares delicious food and wine, and plans to have a candlelight dinner after a good warm-up, who would have expected her husband to turn off the lights and blow wax, and fall asleep every minute?

As soon as Yifeng said a word, everyone glared angrily.

.......

Obviously, everyone is not satisfied with this result.

This dissatisfaction was carried all the way to the reception banquet.

Everyone had their own thoughts and dealt with things hastily. Many people just touched a few glasses lightly, said a few words to His Majesty, and then left the table under the pretext of excuse.

If you want to say that you are in high spirits, there are only two people, Your Majesty and Alfonso, the god of war.

They tugged at the wind and understood the mystery of this tactic in detail.

When it came to the thick spots, they even lit candles and pulled a map to spread out on the table to study carefully.

"None of us thought in the past that we could use the tower like this. If there are enough troops to cover, we can push the battle line here!"

Alfonso gestured with his hand to look like a dagger and thrust it down.

"Just deploy enough turrets. This seat is like the heart of an orc, and it doesn't hurt anymore!"

.........

The heated discussion continued until the evening.

When Yifeng was drunk and stepped back to his kennel with cotton, the last sunset on the horizon was already lonely. The orange light illuminates Erabela's figure even more petitely.

Irabella seemed a little distracted, and she lay on the table, fiddling with the piles of gold coins on the table.

That's the spoils of their bets.

It's strange to have a scene like this, and it stands to reason that Irabella should jump up and welcome her return.

"What's the matter? Could it be that our little princess is not happy to count the money today?"

As soon as he stepped through the door and came to Erabela's side, Yifeng scratched her little nose with a smile.

"You won't see it yourself!"

Irabella didn't move, still lying on the table and grunting.

"What!?isn't the number right?"

Yifeng was shocked, and when he made a gesture, he pulled out his feet and rushed out, scolding in his mouth.

"I know that these vampires are not so happy! Brother will go to His Royal Highness the Prince, I have to settle the gambling house, dare to rely on my brother's account!"

There is no doubt that whoever touches Yifeng's gold coins, Yifeng will dare to fight with him.

"Who said that?"

Erabella snorted, and the flowers trembled with laughter.

She rolled her eyes and smacked at the table.

"Look at the newspaper!Yifeng, Ming'er, your opponent is Alkins!"

Yifeng's leg stretched out of the door was suddenly retracted, and he turned around and wiped his nose, not caring about it.

"I'm scared to death, brother, I thought it was a big deal! Alkins, what's so scary? Brother teaches him to be a man every minute!"

"Bastard! That's not what people say!"

Irabella jumped in anger.

Then she held her heart in pain and hummed.

"Your odds are down again. Now it's a 10:1 payout. Bet on one out of ten you win. The thought of so many gold coins slipping away from her eyes with a bang made Princess Ben's heart ache and she couldn't help but want to live!"

Yifeng: ".......".

It's like Erabela.

"What!What did you say!?"

Immediately, Yifeng jumped up like a spring, as if he had only reacted now.

"The odds have been lowered?"

He grabbed the newspaper on the table with his hands and shook it vigorously.

Sure enough, the headline on the front page of the newspaper was Yifeng's big headshot, which was written in bold black font.

"A new generation of tacticians is rising!"

The following is a detailed explanation of the process of Yifeng's game today, and quotes Alfonso's words as the most powerful evidence.

At the end, the writer wrote in an almost mocking tone.

"There is no doubt that today is the end of the entire Atlante casino. It is said that there are unknown high rollers who bought hundreds of thousands of gold coins in one go, and gambled on Yifeng to win. For this reason, the person in charge of the underground casino had to adjust the odds again to avoid the crisis of bankruptcy!"

Obviously, people's comments are not about Yifeng.

The casino is bankrupt, and Yifeng doesn't pay attention to it at all.

Like Ilabella, he cares about the odds.

At the moment, he was like an angry lion, pulling his hair vigorously and roaring incessantly.

"Bastards! These shameless bastards are adjusting the odds at this time!"

He circled the room a few times, then suddenly stopped, and said viciously.

"It seems that this can't be done without releasing water! You say, how about we lose a game tomorrow?"

Arthur, the second prince, who had just stepped into the threshold of Yifeng's house, was stunned and almost jumped in.

"Bastard!, you want to throw in the towel on purpose!?"

(PS: The first chapter of Sunday is delivered!By the way, ask for counting tickets, why are there so few tickets this week?, everyone for Chu Yu's sake, let's count more tickets!)