[Lord of the Rings] Dark Leaf Morning Light

Legolas burst into full force, but no one expected him to be so unstoppable.

As the previous champion, watching the game for a whole season, he was full of enthusiasm and emotions.

At this moment when he suddenly had a performance, he really had no reservations.

His horsemanship was no better than that of Elidan and Iloch, or even Arafin.But he is nimble and quick.Not only is he flexible in holding the pole, but if the angle is not good, he can also bend over, stand up from the horse's back, crawl, or even sit upside down with his back to the horse's head.

"Did the guys from the jungle juggle?" Iloch pointed at Legolas and laughed.

"Foul!" Elidan gestured to the referee.

Gerrard shook his head, indicating no foul.

Thranduy looked at his son's handsome appearance and just smiled, "The rules only state that you can score points when you hit the ball with the stick, but it doesn't say how to hold the stick or how to ride a horse."

Elle frowned.Although their red team has the offensive power of Iloch, Legolas is too difficult to defend. Amin's organization is very effective. If more riders are sent to defend Legolas, Amin will pass the ball immediately. To score for Arafin, the red team does not have the superb passing and effective assists of Jalda.

So, Legolas grabbed the horse's mane with one hand, bent down under the horse's belly, and hit the ball into the goal. The audience burst into cheers!

"I can do it to this extent!" Elle stood up and said to Thranduil, "I'll do it instead."

If she can cooperate with Ilohe, the attack power is self-evident.

Thranduil smiled confidently, "Patience is a virtue."

The score has widened to five points.If they don't change their strategy, it will be difficult to chase after their momentum once they lose their momentum.

Even Thranduil began to stand up, walking back and forth, shouting at the players on the field from time to time.

Elle stood in front of Thranduil and said seriously, "It's the summer finals, do you want me to watch from the sidelines?" She hated the feeling of being excluded, and she also wanted to sweat.

"You are my secret weapon." Continuing to watch the situation on the field, Thranduil's eyes turned to her, and he said in a common language, "save the best for the last!" After hearing this, Aier returned to her seat and sat down.