My Passive Skills are Invincible!

"There's something wrong with this war," Mike spoke to everyone with a serious expression.

This sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention. Every human soldier looked at Mike, but none of them dared to say anything. In their perspectives, Mike and Timus were the high and mighty figures. How dare they speak so casually about the issues in this war? 

However, Timus did not have the same mindset as the others and directly asked Mike what everyone else had thought.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

As Timus had previously addressed Mike like this, everyone was not very surprised when they heard him address Mike as a teacher. They all waited anxiously for Mike's answer.

Mike touched his chin and said, "As everyone knows, no matter what, when a creature dies, it can not be resurrected.

"However, these elven soldiers have defied this common cycle of life. Could any of you really not think of any possibilities as to why this may have happened??"

Hearing Mike's question, all the soldiers looked at each other, not one of them answered. They could not think of anything.

Looking at the reactions of the soldiers in front of him, the corners of Mike's eyes twitched twice. Knowing that they were all equally as clueless, he helplessly spoke once again to the soldiers.

"Isn't it obvious enough? The elves must have received the help of someone who's in charge of life and death."

"Someone in charge of life and death?"

Timus was slightly stunned, and the other soldiers also reacted badly to this statement.

"You mean... death?"

"That's right, it's that person."

Mike nodded affirmatively.

After all, this was not the game world. There was no such thing as the so-called resurrection mechanism here.

In this world, besides death, who else could resurrect so many people?

All the answers of these questionable roads lead to none other than the Death God. At this moment, the faces of all the soldiers turned ugly. Many of them had the thought of retreating.

Who knew that the God of Death was on the side of the elves! This war would have been over for them a long time ago if they knew about this, would it not?

Gilroy was also a small soldier who was not very strong. Naturally, he picked up the common thoughts of his comrades around him — fear.

After noticing the fear of the soldiers, Gilroy immediately asked Mike with an anxious tone, "Sir, please help us!"

In the eyes of ordinary people, the God of Death was extremely powerful. There was an insurmountable gap of power between Gods and ordinary people. There was no doubt about it.

However, the person who stood in front of the many soldiers was not an ordinary person.

If it was him… Maybe there was something he could do!

After hearing Gilroy's plea, many soldiers seemed to have been reminded of the power exuded by this person. They all looked at Mike with burning eyes.

Not just the soldiers, but even Timus could not help but look at Mike with pleading eyes. Everyone's gaze was on Mike as if he was the center of the world. However, Mike was completely stunned by the looks that the many people were giving him.

'Why are these guys looking at me like that?

'Don't tell me they want me to fight the God of Death?

'Stop joking!' All these thoughts flowed through his head. 

How could Mike agree to something that could cost him his life at any time? He immediately reached out his hand and patted Timus's shoulder. He put on an unfathomable look and spoke earnestly to everyone.

"Let my disciple handle this kind of thing.

"You don't have to worry. He's very strong."

Hearing Mike's 'reassurance', many soldiers became anxious. They knew that Timus was very strong. After all, Timus had successfully defeated the elven queen in front of them.

However, the elven queen and the Death God were on completely different levels. Just because Timus could defeat the elven queen, it did not mean that he could defeat the Death God too!

Matters like these should be left to Timus's master to handle. After all, a master should be better than a disciple!

Mike could feel their impatience, and he could guess what they were thinking. He coughed twice before he spoke.

"You don't have to worry. Trust in Timus.

"After all, Death is just a God. Even if he helps the elves, he might not personally fight in wars like these."

Hearing this, many soldiers released a bit of the tension in their shoulders, but they were still worried.

What if Death God really came out to fight?

Mike ignored them. In Mike's opinion, even if Death God really came to fight, there was no need to worry.

After all, Timus was the guy who had defeated Ragnaros. Arthas's strength should not be as good as Ragnaros's. So in Mike's mind, this matter should be easily handed over to Timus.

With these thoughts, Mike could not help but secretly look at Timus. Mike still had not figured out why this kid was so powerful.

Gilroy thought for a moment, looked at the soldiers around him, and said loudly,

"Comrades, please don't worry. Let us fight bravely under the leadership of Timus.

"If it was just ordinary elven soldiers who were resurrected, Timus could easily kill them. After all, you have all witnessed it with your own eyes.

"As for the God of Death..."

At this point, Gilroy paused and continued on, albeit with a bit of hesitancy laced with his words.

"If the God of Death really appeared, I believe that he would not just stand by and watch.

"When it's absolutely necessary, he would definitely help everyone.

"I believe that the reason why he would say this is that he hopes that we can rely on our own strength to solve these difficulties, and not rely on him forever!"

Hearing this, the soldiers nodded one after another. Indeed, if they relied on Mike forever, then they would never become stronger.

Only by relying on themselves could they become truly powerful heroes.

Moreover, this person was also a human after all. Were a critical moment to arise, he would definitely take the chance to make a move.

However, what they did not expect was that Mike really did not have any plans to make a move. Not to mention that his body had been planted with a strange seed, and he had completely lost his power.

Moreover, even if he did not lose his power, he would definitely not fight against the gods.

For Mike, the most important thing he valued was always his life. As for what would happen to the humans in this second world… Mike would only try his best to help… As long as it was within his means and would not affect his safety.

However, were it to affect his own safety, then everything could be abandoned. After all, he was an earthling, not a native of the second world. There was no need to sacrifice himself for a game.

These were Mike's real thoughts as he looked at the soldiers. Obviously, the others would not have guessed Mike to even have these kinds of thoughts.

"Alright, stop talking."

Timus impatiently dug out his earwax and said to the soldiers around him, "Who cares if it's the God of Death or the God of Fire? Let's just attack every single one of them.

"I'm here for the most part of it. You all won't have to worry.

"Even if that God of Death really appears, I'll kill him in front of all of you to witness!"

For an expert like Timus to say such words, it did indeed produce encouraging effects towards the soldiers.

Many soldiers revealed excited expressions, they had long looked past the chances of the God of Death killing them all.

How domineering these words were!

However, just as Timus finished speaking, a rather cold and strange black fog suddenly appeared in the surrounding air.

"Oh?

"What did I just hear? A human said that he wants to kill me?"