My Passive Skills Are Invincible
Chapter 183

Mike's heart paled slightly when he heard those footsteps.

He could already imagine Richards Gerald covered in blood.

He didn't think much of it, but it would probably cause a lot of psychological trauma if these Centaurs, who had not participated in the revenge, saw it.

This is what Mike doesn't want to see.

Reluctantly, Mike turned to look at the village entrance.

The next moment, he was stunned.

There was no blood, no killing intent, and no strange atmosphere.

The only strange thing was that they brought the statue back..

Although the statue looks a bit rough, it looks a lot like Mike.

“What the fuck is this?” Mike was completely speechless.

This statue looks too familiar!

“Master F *ck, you came at the right time! We went early in the morning and spent a lot of effort looking for a bigger rock!”

Richards Gerald said proudly.

The other centaurs that went with him were also in the same condition.

Mike was completely speechless.

He turned around to look at the several Centaurs beside him.

They seemed to feel a little guilty, but also a little relieved.

They feel guilty because they really think that their friends have gone out to kill recklessly. They were relieved because fortunately, Richards Gerald and the others did not.

One of the Centaurs from the main faction looked at Richards Gerald in puzzlement and asked,

“Didn't you go with your gun this morning?”

Richards Gerald was slightly surprised and said,

“Because we want to make a sculpture. It is very inconvenient to use our hands or nails.”

“…”

That sounds very reasonable.

Richards Gerald and the other Centaurs found a suitable place to place the statue. They looked at the statue and then looked at Mike. With a slight frown, they said in a dissatisfied tone,

“This sculpture is really poorly made. That doesn't make Lord F*ck look heroic at all. We may have to practice our sculpture making skills in the future.”

The other centaur nodded seriously and said,

“Ya, yes. We should always remember Lord F*ck's kindness to us. If it wasn't for Lord F*ck, I'm afraid we'd be bullied like before.”

“Thanks Lord F*ck, we learned to protect ourselves.”

“Lord F*ck is our Centaur tribal hero!”

Hearing this compliment, Mike was completely speechless.

He did not expect himself to repeat history again.

History is very similar!

Mike sighed, waved his hand, and said,

“Whatever, that's it.”

Who knew that after these words were spoken, the Centaurs would immediately raise their hands and shout excitedly, saying,

“Anything!”

“Anything!”

“…”

Mike can't speak anymore.

He seems to have unknowingly caused a huge impact on the Centaurs.

Mike looked at the Centaurs, thought for a moment, and asked,

“What do you plan to do next?”

The Centaurs were a little taken aback, and in return asked, “What do you mean, what do we do? Continue life.”

“…”

Again, Mike didn't know what to say.

His mood at the moment was very complicated.

On one hand, he did not want these peace-loving Centaurs to be a bloodthirsty race.

However, on the other hand, he also wanted these Centaurs to do something immediately.

Simple reason. He wanted to complete the quest as quickly as possible!

However, he had no choice now. After all, he could not go offline and could only stay here.

What was even stranger was that this was the first time he had felt hungry in the Second World. This kind of thing has never happened before.

Although the Second World game also has cooking skills and the player can make food or wine.

Nevertheless, those things were merely recovery items for players, and no one had ever treated them seriously as food.

So, this is the first time Mike wants “eat” in the game.

If Lord F*ck wanted to eat, the Centaurs would naturally arrange for it right away.

How could they let their benefactors starve?

However, the food provided by the Centaurs was actually very mediocre.

The food is mostly fruit and leaves.

There is no meat at all.

For peace-loving Centaurs, they don't have the concept of “daging”.

Looking at the fruit and leaves in front of him, Mike had no choice but to pick the fruit.

He can't eat leaves, can he?

After barely filling his stomach, Mike began to wait.

This wait lasts for five whole days, and Mike will begin to doubt his life.

During these five days, the entire village of Centaur had no major events.

Everyone was calm as before.

Mike almost fainted.

Was he not allowed to complete the mission?

Will he stay here forever?

At this thought, Mike finally made a decision.

He's leaving Centaur.

There's gotta be a way to get him out of here.

Although the Centaurs were very upset by this decision, they did not insist on keeping Mike.

On this day, all the Centaurs gathered to send Mike away.

Mike waved to everyone, as did the Centaurs.

Looking at Mike, Richards Gerald smiled and said,

“God F*ck, hopefully we can meet again soon.

“Please take care of your safety.”

Hearing this, Mike was just about to turn around and leave, but his footsteps came to a halt.

“What did you just say?”

Richards Gerald was a little dumbfounded. He thought he had said something wrong and nervously repeated himself.

“I said.. I hope we can meet again soon..”.

“No, not that, last sentence!”

“Please be careful?” Richards Gerald repeated uncertainly.

When he heard this, Mike froze on the spot and said nothing.

All the Centaurs looked at Mike and looked at each other, not knowing what was wrong.

Slowly, Mike's eyes widened.

He realized a serious problem.

If this is the Second World without players.

If he dies, will he come back to life?

Thinking of this, Mike suddenly felt his lips dry. He gulped, turned around, and left without saying a word.

She went somewhere to meet with “pria”.

He wanted an answer from the man.

It's called the Tower of Challenge.

That person is closely related to death.

Name is…

Death — Arthas!