Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2570: The ultimate victory over the king’s cavalry (25)
Chapter 2570 The absolute victory over Wang Qi (twenty-five)
At the same time (?), in the Stone Column Forest in the Red Sea, on the temporary arena.
"What's next, Shiloma?" asked Sandstorm Sphinx center Gusta just after the formation. Albert and Mutter are not on the field, and the Sphinx team can be said to be basically the same as the British team, except for the slight advantage that Phileos can provide. Following this trend, the Great Britain is expected to be able to easily touchdown this possession, so that the Sphinx will not be able to bring the score closer.
If there is no more means.
"How are you doing today?" Quarterback Shiloma suddenly asked: "Can you use [that trick]?"
"What? Use it now?" Gusta's expression turned grim: "Didn't we promise to keep it until the finals?"
"No way, if we lose today's game, we have no chance at all to make it to the finals. Instead of using it until the last minute, it's better to use it now." Shiloma said.
"...Understood." Tiger man Gusta groaned: "Then I'll wait for your signal."
Although she pretended to be nothing on the surface, Gusta knew that Shiloma was forced to a desperate situation this time, so she would disrupt the original plan. It wasn't Shiloma's style, but the situation was so desperate.
The Knights of Great Britain are, indeed, formidable opponents.
Kee off. Moussahill kicked the ball with all his might, hoping that the British Cavaliers' receiver would catch it as late as possible, and their attacking position would be pulled as far back as possible.
However, the wishful thinking of the Sphinx team did not start. Even if the leopard man Mersa Hill with super strong feet kicked the ball with all his strength, the ball that flew out was still quickly followed——no Because Mersa Hill doesn't play high enough and far enough, just because Great Britain's outfield catchers are really good! Forty feet up from the ground, that leap like an eagle soaring into the sky represents the highest professional level in the world of dark American football!
Mutter, who was watching off the court, fell silent. He knew that the receiver of the opposing team was a much better talent than him. It was enough to see from the catch just now that the opponent's abilities far surpassed him in all aspects. Even so, he didn't think he would lose to his opponent in a head-to-head battle, and if he did his best, he might have a way to outsmart such a talent.
Whoosh! The outfield catcher got the ball and ran violently, while the running back of the Great Britain team came over to meet the catcher, and he used a short pass to catch the ball when the catcher approached, and then ran in one breath. mean!
The two were so close, they passed, the receiver could only pass the ball behind him, so he passed the ball at the moment of passing!
"It's now!" Shiloma ordered suddenly.
The tiger man Gusta, who had been puffed up for a long time, suddenly roared: "Hooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
It was a battle cry, and it was fairly standard, and deservedly compared to the battle cry the Vikings used to scare their enemies before they went to war. And------
The battle cry made Gusta the focus of the audience. Everyone on the court, whether it was the referee, the players resting outside the court or the players who were playing on the court, all focused their attention on the field without exception. On center Gusta's body, he couldn't even look away for a while!
The players of the British Cavaliers are no exception, especially the outfield catcher and the running back who happened to be passing the ball! The ball had passed from the outfield catcher, and it should have gone through a short, easy pass to the running back. However, because the attention of the running back was suddenly attracted by Gusta's battle cry, so that he was even distracted at the moment of receiving the ball. on the ground!
"...Failed to pass the ball!" When the referee came back to his senses, he just saw the ball hit the ground and immediately announced.
"This...!" The running back was clearly taken aback by his mistake, a passing error of this magnitude is rare in a professional game like this, and it's also very embarrassing-- --- Shame enough to leave a lifetime stain on that player's career!
"What was that just now?" Man in the Iron Mask No. 9 (King Arthur) in the rest area off the court groaned.
"Battle cry. It's not like I haven't seen it before." The iron-headed coach (Archduke Palinlor) replied: "Not bad. Such a majestic and imposing battle cry, there are few backboned guys today. Yelled."
"I know it's a battle cry. What I want to ask is why he can use battle cry to force everyone's attention." Iron Mask Nine continued: "Pasiva is also professional. Player, he can never pay attention to that battle cry when he knows he has to concentrate on catching the ball."
"...what do you want to express?"
"What I want to express is that the [mistake] just now was not a simple accident." Man in the Iron Mask No. 9 analyzed without emotion: "Pasiva was caught by that big tiger's [some kind of move] ] affected."
"How is that possible." Coach Iron Head hummed suspiciously. After all, the opponent is just an orc, and the majestic battle cry is eye-catching, which is barely reasonable. Could it be that there is some kind of confusing move in that battle cry, such as hypnotism? Orcs use hypnotism? Even if it can be used, it is estimated that it will not be proficient, right? And even if the other party is really proficient in hypnosis, as a Knight of the Round Table, Pasiva will definitely not be so easily confused by hypnotism, right?
"You don't have to believe it. Then let's look further down." Man in the Iron Mask No. 9 said: "He will definitely repeat the same trick, and then you will understand that this is indeed not an accident."
Coach Iron Head shrugged.
Tee off again. This time the ball was passed from the center of the British Cavaliers to the quarterback, and the quarterback passed the ball to the running back without much thought and let the running back run.
However------
"Roar ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah" Once again, Gusta made a flushing roar. The air was shaking, and even the mighty players on the offensive and defensive line of the British Cavaliers were shocked half a step back, and at the same time everyone couldn't help looking at Gusta, who was yelling The tiger was so frightened that he couldn't even look away!
"It's now!" Shiloma shouted. A figure flashed past the quarterback of the Sphinx!
Pfft! ! Phileos the Leopard dashed towards the running back of the Great Britain team. The moment the running back recovered from the battle cry and reacted, Phileos threw his life and threw the Great Britain player. fell to the ground.
"Pot one, Great Britain, one yard!" the referee announced loudly.
"Um..." The iron-headed coach, who didn't agree at all, began to groan.
"Sure, it's a little weird. Do you want to call a timeout?" The Man in the Iron Mask Nine asked.
"You can't waste precious time-out opportunities like this." The iron head coach said, "Just wait and see another round."
"It's not like you at all. Are you really the arrogant Palinlor I know?" Iron Mask Nine couldn't help but wonder: "If the Archduke was on the field, he would have no hesitation at this time. Call a timeout and get the players back together. Because you're not on the court, you're not at all motivated?"
"There is also a possibility." The iron-headed coach ignored King Arthur's ridicule: "But now I am not a player, but a coach who is responsible for guiding the team to victory. I can't use the team's advantages because of a momentary fever. light."
"Yes...you just like it." Man in the Iron Mask Nine snorted. In a sense, Palinlore is both a good coach and a bad one.
This is the second time. What the **** was that wonderful battle cry that people couldn't understand at all? Pasiva is also a very good knight and player. His self-control and concentration should be good enough, at least not to the point of being distracted by a mere battle cry. But why in the end, even knowing that the battle cry would not threaten him, and knowing that he couldn't be distracted by the battle cry, Persiva was still distracted.
No, even King Arthur was distracted by that battle cry. Iron Mask No. 9 had clearly planned to ignore the battle cry and focus on Pasiva who was holding the ball just now, but he couldn't do it.
It's almost like...there is some kind of powerful attraction that forcibly draws Arthur's eyes to Gusta the tiger.
Isn't that really a form of hypnotism?
But that fat, big stupid tiger really knows how to use such a powerful hypnotism? An orc? While wearing the Demon Sealing Bracelet, he still performed such a powerful hypnotism? Even Arthur, who was almost completely immune to mental attack, was "hypnotized". So powerful? !
No, there is something wrong.
But what's wrong? Arthur thought hard and couldn't figure it out for a while.
Team Great Britain huddled briefly to discuss tactics before kicking off again.
The ball is passed from the center's hand to the quarterback, and the Great Britain quarterback jumps up and pitches!
It was a long pass, a "Hail Marypass"!
That's right, since it's not a good way to let the running back run, and it will be interrupted by the opponent's weird battle cry, then use another method to reach the touchdown! An ultra-long pass can allow the British Cavaliers to push an extraordinary distance in one go, but of course, the premise is that the British team's outfield receiver can catch the ball!
Mutter frowned at the sight of the ball. At present, the Sphinx team does not have enough good receivers on the field, and there are no receivers who can compete with Great Britain! Although the risk of "Praying for Our Lady of the Ball" is huge, since no one can compete with the excellent catcher of the British Cavaliers, isn't it a certainty that the opponent catches the ball and advances dozens of yards in one breath? ?
"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooing" But when the catcher of the British Cavaliers just ran out~IndoMTL.com~The tiger man Gusta suddenly said again A battle cry.
The battle cry was loud enough to spread to every corner of the stadium. Strangely, the outfield catcher of the Great Britain team should have ignored this battle cry and went straight to the ball, but he couldn't ignore it at all. !
The result, of course, was that he walked without eyes, causing him to run astray! The direction he ran out was dozens of yards away from where the ball landed. It was an almost impossible mistake to remedy! When he came back to his senses and tried to speed up the run to correct the error, the ball was already very close to the ground!
"Not yet---yes---end------!!" The catcher flew out desperately, hoping to catch the ball with this jump.
However, he didn't succeed, the ball still hit the ground half a beat before him and bounced off with a thud. His already stretched straight hand, but his fingertips barely touched the ball by half an inch!
"Bad pass! Second down! British Cavaliers, zero yards!" the referee announced relentlessly.