The surrounding soldiers were stunned by Timus's words. The more they thought about it, the more confused they became.

Gilroy was a hero?

Why?

In everyone's mind, a hero should be high and mighty. They should be well respected by others too.

Timus clearly fit these conditions perfectly.

However, what about Gilroy?

He was just a measly soldier, just like the soldiers around him. Even most of the soldiers around him did not know Gilroy before today.

Who would pay too much attention to an unknown little soldier?

For Timus to call someone like him a hero, it made the soldiers feel strange as they found it hard to understand that concept.

The surrounding soldiers could not help but discuss in low voices.

Seeing this, Gilroy himself was a little flustered. He could completely sense the emotions expressed by the surrounding soldiers.

At first, he thought that he might really be a hero after listening to Mike's words. However, right now he felt the hesitant attitudes of the other soldiers. He gradually realized that he was a million miles away from being a hero.

He tightly gripped the Sword of the King in his hand, lowered his head, and pursed his lips without saying a word.

However, he once again heard Timus's firm voice.

"You don't have to doubt that he is a hero!

"Someone might want to ask why. I can give you an answer right now.

"

Hearing this, the surrounding soldiers immediately quieted down and looked at Timus.

Gilroy, on the other hand, kept his head down and dared not to say anything. He did not believe that Timus really thought he was a hero.

Gilroy thought that maybe Timus would say that because he was his new disciple, so he would take care of his self-esteem.

After knowing what Timus said, it made Gilroy even sadder.

However, Timus really expressed his sincere opinion from the bottom of his heart.

"I know that you think Gilroy's strength is inferior to mine, so he shouldn't be a hero.

"But I want to say that if each of you had strength like me, then each of you would be able to do what I did.

"It's not difficult at all!

"But I want to ask you one thing.

"Can you do what Gilroy has done for his people?

"

After this question was asked, everyone was stunned and turned to look at Gilroy.

To be more precise, they looked at the Sword of the King in Gilroy's hand.

Previously, Gilroy had personally snatched this weapon from the elf queen's hand. This scene burned in everyone's mind.

Many people started imagining themselves as Gilroy at that time. They then asked themselves the question that the others were thinking too.

'If I was in that position, could I really do that?' Many of them had similar thoughts

Many soldiers lost their confidence thinking about this. They felt that they could not do it, and they did not dare to do it.

One had to know that in that kind of intense battle, if an ordinary soldier got close to it, he might die on the spot. There was a possibility that he could even be smashed into pieces!

If one did not have the courage to sacrifice one's life in order to achieve the greater goal, one would never have been able to do it.

It was hard to imagine how much pressure Gilroy had to bear when he carried out the brave act. Under all kinds of pressure, Gilroy had actually done it. He succeeded in disarming the Sword of the King from the elf queen's hands.

There was certainly a part of luck in this matter.

More importantly, his indomitable courage during that moment. The conviction to risk his life. The courage to carry out the task without regret.

This was something most people could not do.

In this way, Gilroy was indeed a real hero.

Once again he felt the mood change from the surrounding soldiers. Knowing this, Gilroy raised his head in surprise and looked at Timus.

What he saw was a pair of eyes full of encouragement. Sensing the pride, Gilroy's heart was filled with gratitude.

His nose was sore, and tears almost burst out of his eyes. However, he held them back.

This was because heroes should not shed tears so casually. He decided right there and then that he had to be a good example for everyone.

Thinking of this, he raised the Sword of the King in his hand and shouted loudly,

"Soldiers, the war is not over yet. Now is not the time for us to slack off.

"Charge with me!!!

"Charge into the Ancient City of War!!!

"

"Wait a moment!

"

Right after Gilroy spoke, all the soldiers were about to respond to him. However, a voice suddenly appeared from the crowd, and it interrupted everyone's excitement.

Mike slowly pushed aside the shoulders of the two soldiers in front and walked to the center.

"Before we set off, I want to ask you some details.

"There are some details regarding the resurrection of the elf soldiers. This matter will have a crucial impact on whether we can win this war.

"

...

On the road of the Ancient City of War, Ulysses Sabrina quickly walked forward. At this moment, her expression was glum. When the elven civilians and guards on the road saw Ulysses Sabrina's expression, they all subconsciously avoided her.

No one dared to ask why this new elven queen seemed to be in such a bad mood, but they could guess that it was most likely because of the war.

The war had most likely put the elves at a disadvantage. All the elves who saw Ulysses Sabrina could reach this conclusion.

However, what they did not know was that the war was not just at a disadvantage anymore.

They were about to lose!

Once the war came to an end, the elves would probably be completely wiped out. By then, it would be too late!

She rushed to her room and locked the door tightly. Then, she started the summoning ritual again.

After the long and obscure incantation was finished, a black mist slowly appeared in the middle of the room. A purple magic circle gradually appeared in the center of it.

A figure slowly appeared in the magic array.

"You've summoned me time and time again. Aren't you taking the word 'God' too lightly?

"

A hoarse and deep voice came from the black-robed skeleton. A huge black scythe suddenly appeared on Ulysses Sabrina's neck, causing Ulysses Sabrina's entire body to tremble.

After all, the other party was the God of Death. Was she to anger the other party, it would be very difficult for her to keep her life, would it not?

What she was currently doing was a huge gamble.

If she did not take this gamble, she would definitely die.

However, if she won the gamble, there was still a chance of survival.

Ulysses Sabrina lowered her head and apologized respectfully,

"I'm sorry, God of Death. I absolutely did not mean to disrespect you. It's just that I have no choice but to ask for your help now.

"

"... What happened this time?

"

The scythe in the hand of the Death God slowly withdrew, and Ulysses Sabrina finally heaved a sigh of relief.

It seemed that she had made the right bet!