Chapter Forty-Five: Pretending to be a good hand!

Shaquille would love to punch Yifeng in the face!

He held back the churning in his heart, and finally suppressed this strong desire.

No one wants to duel with such a monster.

At least Shaquille doesn't want to!

Especially when he finished talking about his choice and saw Yifeng in the cockpit with an obvious look of regret.

The more he felt that he had made the right choice!

Although he knew in his heart that what he did today had violated the rules of being a knight, and it was likely to cause problems for his future practice.

Although he knew that his move would be despised by many people, the huge boos in the audience were dissatisfaction with him.

In fact, he had no choice but to go all the way to the dark!

Because when he looked at Prince Adam's iron-clad face on the referee with an inquiring gaze, the prince made a gesture of continuation to himself very covertly!

Prince Adam, like himself, is also in a difficult situation to ride a tiger, and can only pray for his victory and save a little face!

At this thought, Shaquille rubbed his hot face fiercely and stabilized his mind.

Fearlessly, he jumped off his horse and walked in front of Archduke Linda.

"Your Excellency Grand Duke Linda, Shaquille has requested to borrow your training camp for this duel!"

As everyone knows, there are only two mysterious training camps in the whole of Atlanta, one of which is in Ping'an City. It is said that the royal training camp in the imperial capital of Atlante was established in the Heian Dynasty and borrowed from the Heian training camp.

Linda glanced at Yifeng with a charming face, blocked her mouth with a fan, and said with a smile.

"The Ping An training camp is the most mysterious place in Ping An City, and it is not allowed to be used unless there are special circumstances!"

Shaquille was a little disappointed with such an answer.

But Grand Duke Linda's tone changed, and she continued.

"But how can Linda refuse General Shaquille's request! In fact, you don't necessarily need to use the equipment of the training camp, and you can do it just as well! It's just that, General Shaquille, you haven't gotten permission for this request yet?"

Shaquille slapped himself on the forehead.

I was so angry just now that I forgot about this most important part!

If Yifeng doesn't agree, won't everything be in vain?

In order to block Yifeng's retreat, Shaquille also deliberately used an agitated tone.

"How's it going, boy, if it's a man, do you dare to meet me in terms of strategic command!?"

Sure enough, the guy named Yifeng couldn't be stimulated, and jumped three feet high when he heard the words.

"Come on, WHO is afraid of WHO!"

Ilabella, who was on the sidelines, just wanted to open her mouth to remind Yifeng not to be fooled, but she didn't want Yifeng to say a word, so she could only stomp her little feet hatefully.

Scoundrel, you stupid!

Who doesn't know that Shaquille is from the royal training camp?

Although it was only a short period of intensive training.

But it is said that several instructors at the time held him in high esteem, claiming that Shaquille had a talent for commanding!

Isn't it obvious that you're hitting an egg against a stone?

Shaquille's heart blossomed.

In the end, it is still too young, too simple Tucson to break!

There was a look of concern on his face, and he was very attentive.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, don't think about it anymore! If you lose, don't blame me?"

Shameless!

I've seen shamelessness, but I've never seen you so shameless!

Pretend, you pretend!

Ilabella's eyes are about to breathe fire!

When you say this, it is clear that it stimulates people's leisure.

I promised just now, but if I regret it at this time, isn't it obvious that I am weak and timid?

It's a person who has to rise to the challenge!

Sure enough, a hesitant look appeared on Yifeng's face, but his tone was extremely sonorous!

"Don't think about it! It's just that Yifeng wants to know what kind of method this conductor is doing?"

Shaquille's heart finally fell in his stomach.

Just now, I was afraid that Yifeng would lose face and suddenly regret it!

At this time, Shaquille was particularly enthusiastic.

"Come, Lord Yifeng, you may not have seen it yet! come, I'll teach you!"

This affectionate appearance, I don't know the reason why I think these two are friends who haven't seen each other for many years!

......

While she was talking, Archduchess Linda had already arranged several guards to bring in huge equipment and place them in front of Yifeng and Shaquille. Of course, there are all the referees and His Majesty the King and other important people in front of them!

Yifeng uncovered the white cloth on the equipment in front of him, and the boss with his mouth open suddenly, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Because this thing in front of him is obviously like a huge LCD screen in later generations.

The picture of Warcraft about to start appeared on it!

IF ANYTHING, THIS THING IS SIMILAR TO THE IPAD, THERE IS NO MOUSE OPERATION, BUT THE OPERATION IS OPERATED WITH A FINGER.

This, how is this possible!?

You're too good at playing, aren't you!?

Shaquille is naturally clear about Yifeng's reaction. I think that when he first came into contact, he was also like this.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, you don't know this, do you? This is the highest technology in Atlanta, and it is something that has been developed by combining the power of hundreds of senior great magicians. It's magically driven, and it completely simulates a real war, giving you a sense of being there~~~~"

This is a pure advertising spill that makes no secret of Shaquille's pride and an innate sense of superiority.

It's like a nobleman seeing a hillbilly enter the city.

Haven't you seen it, have you?

As everyone knows, Yifeng's inner shock is not the reason.

In fact, Yifeng is also happy in his heart!

Play this, who's afraid of whom!

Even to some extent, Yifeng was a little excited.

I thought that when I came to this other world, I would say goodbye to the game Warcraft forever!

Never thought you could play here?

Of course, Yifeng will definitely not tell anyone!

On the contrary, he seemed to be extremely ignorant, humbly seeking advice.

"How is this going to be played?"

Shaquille's performance just now has reversed the perception of many unsuspecting viewers.

Although this Shaquille is a bit of a scoundrel, he is in pursuit of victory!

That's understandable!

You see, at this time, he is still quite enthusiastic to help others!

It can't be said to be completely unfair!

Naturally, such a discussion could not escape the ears of a fifth-level warrior, and the smile on Shaquille's face was even more enthusiastic.

"That's it!"

He held Yifeng's finger with his hand and clicked on the screen.

"Here's the Pick Faction, here's the Battlefield Select, here's the Start button!

The familiar reading note began, a long-lost happiness was grateful to Yifeng's body and mind, and the flickering screen illuminated Yifeng's excited face.

Pretend, you pretend!

Master, I'm better at pretending than you!

Yifeng snickered in his heart, but shouted vigorously.

"Wow, this is so realistic! Is this a farmer? How do you do that?"

The reaction of a child who sees a novelty toy.

Shaquille's heart finally has no worries!

He started the operation with great interest.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, you have taken a closer look. This is the altar, the place where the generals are recruited. This is the barracks, this is the barracks!"

I have to say, Shaquille is a good teacher!

He not only taught the operation of Yifeng by hand, but also explained the specific purpose of each building quite carefully.

even let Yifeng play a few in person.

Finally, he suggested rather kindly.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, have you done it? Why don't you have a few exercises with Shaquille?"

Even His Majesty the King can't stand such a sneering attitude.

The old king covered his face.

"No need to look at it! how can a beginner defeat a master like Shaquille who has practiced for many years?"

And over there, Yifeng couldn't wait to refuse categorically.

"No, Lord Shaquille, let's get started?!"