My Passive Skills are Invincible!

Before Gilroy could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by another one.

There was a hint of confidence in the speaker's tone, a hint of arrogance, and the unique fearlessness of a passionate young person.

Even in this chaotic battlefield, Gilroy could clearly tell who it was. He subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, but the only thing he saw was a huge fireball!

At this moment, Gilroy's eyes widened. Due to how quickly the event unfolded, his brain had suddenly stopped working. He had not processed that the fireball just barely brushed past his face.

The only thing he saw was Timus's clear face in front of him. It was a face that made the human soldiers feel extremely at ease. They felt as though there was nothing to worry about with him around.

"Mr. Timus, you're finally here!"

At this moment, Gilroy was so excited that he was on the verge of tears. A few seconds later, the fireball crashed into the elven base behind him.

The fireball attack brought with it an extremely strong impact force. The heatwave could be felt on Gilroy's back. He struggled to insert the Sword of the King into the ground to stabilize his body. Then, he looked toward the elven base.

The scene shocked him greatly!

The ground that was hit by the fireball was already charred black, and it was full of charred corpses. At the edge of the area, there were dozens of elven soldiers who were covered in flames. They were letting out heart-wrenching roars as they rolled on the ground.

The difference was that some of the bodies were struggling violently. Even the cries of pain tore the eardrums of the people nearby! The unlucky 'bodies' shrunk in the flames, and there were no movements that came after from them.

Obviously, this was the difference between the living elves and the revived elves. Seeing this scene, Gilroy widened his eyes. It turned out that these resurrected monsters were afraid of fire!

In fact, Gilroy understood this concept really well. This was because most of the monsters related to the undead or were demons were all afraid of fire.

It was just that the human soldiers did not know how to utilize the power of fire. Because of this, they did not think of using fire as a weapon to retort back the dead.

Fortunately, Timus had a combat talent that could be the most effective method in fighting back at this moment.

Therefore, countless fireballs rained down on the elven soldiers like a meteor shower. The elven soldiers who previously had the upper hand cowered in fear as they were beaten up by the human soldiers.

The explosion of fireballs, the burning of corpses, and the screams of the elven soldiers were all mixed together. This added a sense of tragedy to the scene.

All the human soldiers stood in place, none of them dared to move at all. They did not want to rely on Timus to end the war, nor were they afraid of fighting the enemy with their lives on the battlefield.

However, watching the scene unfold shocked them to the core, they could not move!

As long as they moved a few steps, they would probably be hit by the remnant flames of some fireball spell. No one could be saved on this battlefield.

Therefore, they could only stand in place as a 'punishment' for their un-action.

After about eighty... No, about a hundred fireballs were thrown, the battlefield finally became a little quieter.

Without the pressure of the countless fireballs, the human soldiers finally let out a sigh of relief. Now, they had a chance to catch their breath and look around.

From what they could see, there were corpses and flames everywhere, along with the smell of barbecued meat.

The soldiers could not help but feel a chill go down their spines when they thought of the sudden destruction of the desperate elven army.

In war, the lives of ordinary people could be easily seen as pawns on a chessboard, disposable. This was the cruelty of war.

Gilroy finally came back to his senses and looked at Timus, who currently floated in the sky. Timus held the Staff of Meredith in one hand and the palm of his other hand was faced downward. If one were to look close enough, one would be able to see a faint stream of air pushing out from his palm.

At this moment, the image of Timus floating in the sky would forever stay strong in Gilroy's heart. 

In the air, Timus narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the Ancient City of War that looked very small in the distance.

On the city wall, Ulysses Sabrina looked at Timus from afar.

The two of them seemed to not be able to see each other's faces clearly, but they could feel that each party held a burning gaze towards one another from a distance.

A moment later, Ulysses Sabrina slowly retreated from the city wall. She knew that this war was completely over. There was no point in continuing to fight, this would only increase her losses.

The elf race had lost the war.

On the battlefield, Timus slowly descended from the sky. As soon as Timus landed, the soldiers immediately rushed up and looked at this powerful human with excitement.

Without the restrictions of the generals towering over them, these soldiers were just a group of young people.

"You're really too strong, you actually defeated so many enemies alone!"

"I want to learn from you!"

"You're my goal in life!"

These soldiers kept praising Timus from the bottom of their hearts. Gilroy was so excited that he could not say a word.

Beforehand, he had been under too much pressure. Right now, he felt extremely relaxed.

Timus looked at Gilroy and then at the young faces of the soldiers around him.

He could clearly see a burning passion behind the eyes of the soldiers.

This burning passion was called worship!

If it was the old Timus, he would feel very proud and high-spirited now.

However, the current Timus had very complicated emotions in his heart. This was his first time experiencing war. It was also the first time he witnessed the weakness of ordinary people.

As a genius, since young, he had always been on a different level from these young soldiers. Along the way, he was always challenging the strong. He disdained to bully the weak and did not have much contact with the lives of ordinary people.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that these soldiers seemed to have misunderstood something.

"You... think I'm a hero?" Timus suddenly asked.

When the soldiers heard this, they did not think too much. They kept nodding their heads with excitement.

However, this reaction made Timus feel even more uncomfortable. He suddenly raised his finger and pointed straight ahead.

"You might have misunderstood something. I'm actually not a hero...

"He is."

At this moment, the surrounding soldiers all looked in the direction that Timus was pointing at.

This was… Gilroy!

"You may think that I'm very powerful, but I have something I want to share with all of you.

"Gilroy's courage is the most worthy of my respect.

"He's the real hero!"