Chapter 1232 Rest and Reconciliation in Silent Night (9)
After Albert put on the strange equipment, Father Sphinx turned and walked towards a dark corner of the hall and waved: "Follow me."
Judging from the faint light in a dark corner, there seemed to be some kind of elevator there. Where exactly it led was unknown.
"Oh..." Tiger agreed vaguely and followed. As soon as he took a step, the protective gear all over his body began to rub against his body, making Tiger feel particularly uncomfortable.
Especially the hard, poorly breathable crotch protector. It was buckled in front of the tiger's important parts, and every step he took produced a strange friction feeling under Al's crotch. It was unspeakably uncomfortable. The thought of the next step
In the upcoming battle, this part (maybe) would be vulnerable to attack, and Albert only felt more uneasy.
The elevator door opened. The space inside the elevator was very large, enough to accommodate ten people using it at the same time. However, its lighting system was still dim. Is this the fun of Daddy Sphinx?
"I've seen your decisive battle today." The elevator started to move, with only Albert and Sphinx in it. The lion-man father began to chat with the tiger-man young man: "To be honest, your battle
It’s very exciting, especially the last part where you sprint towards the giant and achieve a great comeback.”
"Really?" Albert suddenly became happy: "Hey, hey, it turns out there are still people in the world who know how to appreciate my fighting."
"Of course, my lovely little grandson." Father Sphinx smiled mysteriously: "There is a huge talent hidden in your body that is difficult for others to understand. As long as you use it properly and given time, it will definitely shine. Before that, just
Allow me to borrow your power first."
"Borrow...borrow?"
The Sphinx did not answer Albert's question directly, but asked another question: "Do you know what the equipment you are wearing is, my little grandson?"
"Uh, I was just going to ask." Albert fumbled with his armor.
This armor is strange enough, it can be said to be soft on the inside and hard on the outside. Its inside is covered with a sponge-like enchantment with a strong shock-absorbing enchantment. Even if its shell is knocked hard, Albert under the armor
You can't feel the impact at all; its exterior is made of high-strength titanium and carbon alloy, and several hard armor plates form a whole that can spread the impact, supplemented by materials that enhance its hardness and flexibility.
Enchant it to make the armor surface incredibly hard.
Needless to say, the helmet is a specialized design to enhance impact resistance. Its smooth, eggshell-like outer layer can effectively slide away various impacts, while the soft inner layer is responsible for fully resisting the impact.
The impact of the helmet is absorbed to the maximum extent, so that the wearer is protected from concussions. Because it is specially designed for orcs, there is still room for ears on the helmet, so Albert's tiger ears can fit comfortably
Stretching in the helmet, I don’t feel uncomfortable at all. The most peculiar thing is the transparent goggles attached to the helmet. Is this used to resist bullets?
In short, this equipment is designed to be impact-resistant. Wearing this equipment, you can walk with ease even in dangerous areas full of explosives. But it is only resistant to [impact], not very resistant to [cutting] and [cutting].
Puncture]. If the enemy were to stab Albert with a sword, this armor would lose its usefulness and be easily cut by the sharp blade.
Seeing that Tiger was getting more and more confused, and probably couldn't come up with a correct answer no matter how hard he tried, Sphinx's father smiled calmly and announced the answer: "This protective gear is from Dark American Football."
."
Albert's eyes widened: "Uh, Dark...what?!"
"Dark American Football." Dad Sphinx repeated again: "Have you ever played American football, my dear little grandson?"
Albert's eyes widened even more: "[American]... uh, that [American]? America (America) refers to the legendary [Dragon Continent] Meow?"
"It is indeed [Dragon Continent]." The lion man nodded: "American football is a sport that has emerged in the past hundred years. It is said that in the past, after an expedition team from a certain country crossed the Atlantic to the American continent, they saw it.
It is a new type of sport created by giant beasts fighting each other and inspired by their emotions; but some people believe that this sport has long been recorded in the dark history libraries of various countries and is a mysterious sport passed down from ancient times.
"
"Just like football and basketball..." Albert muttered. Tiger still has this bit of common sense.
"Yes, just like several other types of balls, their origins have long been unknown. All we know is their rules and gameplay." Father Sphinx reached out and patted Albert on the shoulder.
Of course, he slapped the tiger's shoulder armor with a palm. The shoulder armor, which has strong impact resistance, still could not completely resist the slap of the father. Albert could clearly feel the palm of the lion man father.
the weight of.
If I were hit by this palm without wearing any armor...
"This is sports. The origin is not important at all. What is important is whether the sport is popular." Father Sphinx sneered: "Next you will join my [Sandstorm Sphinx Team] and work for us."
The game brings victory!"
A big drop of sweat appeared on Albert's forehead: "Yes, but I don't even know the rules of American football!"
"You don't need to understand its rules right away. Someone will explain it to you later. The rules are actually very simple. You can understand its basics in five minutes------this is enough."
Dad patted Al on the shoulder again, almost tilting Tiger's body: "And what you have to do is even simpler: take the ball and sprint towards the enemy's position, rush to the bottom line of the opponent's position, and complete [touchdown]
(TouchDown), you can win six points for the team. In short, it is running------avoid the enemy's obstruction and keep running, reach the end, and you can win."
"Uh," Albert sweated even more: "It's easy to say, but..."
"Didn't you do the same thing in today's battle with the giant Nimitz?" Sphinx said again: "In the end, you bypassed the rain of needles thrown by the giant and rushed behind Nimitz. Then
The series of fluent movements is simply wonderful. I believe that you will be able to do the same thing again, my lovely little grandson."
Being told this, Albert became even more embarrassed. He blushed and whispered: "Um, Dad, can you stop calling me [little grandson]? The deal with the Jewel Queen is over, right?
There is no need to keep pretending..."
"Well, I'll call you [Little Tiger]." Father Sphinx patted Al on the shoulder again, "Young people are so shy easily, haha."
(It’s not about that at all!)
At the same time, the elevator also arrived at its destination. Judging from the sense of weightlessness along the way, Albert and the others had been sent to a place very deep underground. What exactly is this deep underground?
"Welcome to the paradise deep underground, [Dark Arena]." Sphinx opened his hands and said dramatically as he walked out of the elevator.
Albert walked out with doubts in his mind and observed everything in this "fighting arena".
The so-called Dark Arena is actually an underground stadium. ------A stadium built in a huge underground space that can accommodate more than 100,000 spectators!
In the center of this stadium is a field specially designed for American football. It is currently in halftime. On one side, there are staff repairing the turf of the field, and on the other side, there are a large number of cheerleaders and live performances.
It's heating up the atmosphere. There are about 30,000 spectators sitting on the stage, and their blood is boiling just watching this intermission performance. It's hard to imagine how crazy they will show during the real game!
Albert couldn't help but glance at the huge scoreboard on the court. This was the [Sandstorm Sphinx] versus the [Guinea Giants], and the Sphinx's team was winning 21 to 35.
Falling behind by a huge margin. No wonder Father Sphinx was so anxious to get Albert to play. He probably wanted to rely on Tiger, a foreign aid, to restore the decline of the game.
But what can Albert, a layman who knows nothing about American football, do? Can he turn the situation around with just one tiger?
The puzzled Tiger was taken to the Sphinx team's lounge. In front of him was a group of orcs with their upper bodies exposed, sweating profusely, and panting from exhaustion. The scene seemed very desperate.
Father Sphinx came to a slender and elegant Khajiit: "Shiloma, this child will be left in your care. Let him become the Storm Runner------[The King of Sandstorm]"
(Lord Sandrock)."
The players in the team suddenly widened their eyes and looked at Albert with incredulous expressions. The leader, the tiger man named Shiloma, who seemed to be the captain of the team, even shouted in surprise:
"This, this kid?! How is he qualified...!"
"It's okay if I say yes, don't be verbose." Sphinx dad raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Are there five minutes left in the intermission? Just explain it to him in these five minutes.
How to play American football, and then get on the field."
"Yes, coach." Tigerman Siroma replied. Although there was obvious dissatisfaction written on his face, Father Sphinx's decision is absolute and no one can stop it. He can only execute it faithfully and thoroughly.
Go down.
Another drop of cold sweat broke out on Albert's forehead. He seemed to have been involved in some very troublesome incident.