My Passive Skills are Invincible!

"Ha, when did I say that I was on your side?" A hoarse, low voice sounded from behind her, and Ulysses Sabrina's expression immediately turned ugly.

She quickly turned around and lowered her head, "My apologies, Death God. I must have said the wrong thing."

That's right, the Death God, Arthas, stood behind her!

Arthas looked at Ulysses Sabrina and laughed in a low voice. It was as if he was looking at a new toy.

Ulysses Sabrina could only keep her head down and did not dare to say anything. 

So what if she was the new elven queen? She knew very well that in front of the Death God, she was no different from an ant.

After a moment, Arthas finally spoke with a playful tone, "Hehe, we only made a deal. If you think that I'll always help you, then you're gravely mistaken."

Ulysses Sabrina gritted her teeth but chose to remain silent. Arthas was right, they had only made a deal.

The content of the deal was very simple. Arthas would stand on the side of the elves in this war and help the dead elven soldiers to be resurrected. Only this time, it was only a temporary resurrection. When the war was over, the souls of those soldiers would still be harvested by Arthas.

The price Ulysses Sabrina had to pay was… The faith of the entire elven race!

That was right, in order to win this war, Ulysses Sabrina promised to force the elven race to give up their faith in the God of Nature and turn to the God of Death.

Seems like this deal was very unfair.

On one hand, Ulysses Sabrina's benefits were only temporary. While on the other hand, the benefits of the Death God, Arthas, were permanent.

However, Ulysses Sabrina had no other choice. She needed an upper hand to win this war.

Were the Elves to lose this war, they would suffer a huge blow to their race. Even if the humans did not exterminate the elves, the other races would not let go of this opportunity to devour the elves.

Were this to happen, the elves would be completely erased from this map! Even the traces of their past existence... could not be preserved.

Ulysses Sabrina, who had just become the elven queen, absolutely did not want to see such a thing happen.

Perhaps Ulysses Sabrina's actions would offend or even anger the Nature God, but that was something that the future Ulysses Sabrina would have to face. Now, she had to get help from the God of Death to completely turn the tables for the war. This way the winning side would be hers!

Seeing Ulysses Sabrina's respectful attitude, Arthas nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't forget what you need to do after you win the war."

After saying that, a purple magic circle appeared under Arthas's feet that emitted waves of black fog. Then, his body slowly sank into the magic circle.

"Please rest assured." Ulysses Sabrina still lowered her head and replied softly.

After the black fog completely disappeared, Ulysses Sabrina slowly raised her head.

At this moment, she had an ugly expression that was stuck on her face. She knew that her actions this time would have very serious consequences in the future, but she had to protect her position as the elven queen no matter what!

Pondering on about it, Ulysses Sabrina slowly looked out of the city walls. However, she was not looking at the battlefield far away. She was looking in another direction.

"If I remember correctly, the centaur tribe's territory should be over there..."

Ulysses Sabrina's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as if she had already made a decision in her heart.

...

On the dusty battlefield, the battle raged on. The human soldiers that were led by Gilroy were engaged in a bloody battle.

"Warriors, don't retreat!"

He raised the Sword of the King high up in his hand, sending more energy to the warriors as he watched them fight with all their might.

From the Warriors' faces, it could be seen that they were all tired out. From the enemies here, their energy seemed to be endless. After one was killed, another would stand up.

There were even some corpses that were clearly lying on the ground, but they would suddenly stand up and stab the human soldiers when no one was paying attention.

This kind of battle had no chance of winning, and it made everyone feel a sense of despair.

"Has the reinforcements arrived yet?" Gilroy asked the soldier beside him loudly. In this kind of environment, if he did not raise his voice, his comrades would not be able to communicate at all.

The comrade he spoke to had a pained expression on his face. He shook his head in despair and said, "There are elf soldiers and elf corpses all around us. We can't see anything further than that right now!"

At this point, the comrade gritted his teeth and wearily asked Gilroy, "Are we going to die here this time?"

Hearing this soldier's question, for a moment, Gilroy did not know how to answer that question. Under such circumstances, he could not make any promises to the soldiers.

Yesterday, he was just a common soldier. Today, he was suddenly forced to take on this role and become the temporary commander of the human soldiers.

This kind of pressure was too huge of a burden to bear for the young Gilgamesh. As he hesitated, a spear pierced through the wind.

With the enhancement of the Sword of the King, Gilroy's reaction speed became extremely fast. He immediately ducked to the side and dodged the attack. He raised the Sword of the King in his hand and turned around to counter the upcoming attack.

Unfortunately, his comrade was too slow, the blade had cut through his pale skin. 

The blood of the comrade splashed on Gilgamesh's face. This made Gilroy's heart sink to the bottom.

These bloody nights... were completely cold!

He slowly raised his head and looked at the dense elven army in front of him. He could not help but feel a trace of despair in his heart. These monsters could be resurrected after they died. There was no way to kill them all!

However, the human soldiers only had one precious life. Were this to continue on, they would be completely annihilated sooner or later!

Right as this thought appeared in Gilroy's mind, he saw the gloomy expression of the soldier from the corner of his eye.

Seeing his comrade's face, he suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest. Gilroy felt that he should do something to raise the spirits of his soldiers at this time.

He stretched out his hand and patted the soldier's shoulder, "Perhaps we will really die here today… But, we will definitely not die in vain!

"We will dedicate our lives to the king, to the people, to this piece of land!

"Even if we die, we will make the elves suffer their loses in this battle!"

Gritting his teeth, Gilroy raised the Sword of the King in his hand and swung it forward towards the assailant.

Now, he could only rely on this sword!

"Even if I, Gilroy, die today, I will never..."

"Who said that I was going to let you die today?"