NGNL: Can't humans do that

'Divine essence? '

Su'er silently memorized this word he heard for the first time in his Heart, but then felt that it was not enough, so he took out his pen and paper from his bosom and wrote it down.

"Hmm? Mr. Monkey, are you writing something?" Think, who was lying next to Su'er, noticed his action.

"No, nothing", without any intention of explaining, Su'er put the paper and pen back into his bosom and asked: "Is the god of the Elf like this? You should have seen your god, right? After all, what is your name... Lord Flower Crown?"

He was answered by Think cold snort of disdain, and the disrespect of disregarding everything was clearly conveyed to Su'er.

"Hmph, although the appearance is different, they are just boring and stupid gods", it doesn't seem like she is describing her creator at all. Think squeezed out words from her nose, as if talking one more word would be a waste of her life.

Silently turning his head, Su'er stared at the Elf next to him with wide eyes-is it really okay to describe her creator like this?

This is a real and living God, the God who created you... How did you become the Flower Crown Lord with such disrespect?

Are the other Elf blind?

How embarrassing is your reaction for those who have to imagine an object to worship even though there is no God?

"So where is Mr. Monkey, who claims to know a lot of the language of the Dwarf, going now?" Unlike Su'er, Think had no interest in the city built by the Dwarf, and just a rough glance was enough.

Perhaps because they thought that no race would send only a few people to their base camp, the defense force of the Dwarf was smaller than Su'er and Think imagined. Not to mention standing guard at a fixed point, even a patrol did not appear, but it was understandable. Maybe this was the confidence and confidence of their nest being 10,000 meters underground.

The most important thing is that their God is here, and this is the strongest protection.

Thanks to this mindset, Su'er and Think, who had been tense and ready to fight, were stunned for a moment when they found no one in the hatch of the submarine opened, and then they quickly slipped away.

Although there were no soldiers patrolling or standing guard, there would still be Dwarf to check when the ship returned. Not long after Su'er and Think hid under a pipe, they saw a ball of gray hair falling from the sky to the side of the submarine.

Yes, the gray hair ball - that is the Dwarf, at least the Dwarf in Su'er eyes, which made him complain. What kind of underground sticky world script is this? Isn't it a bit too cute?

Unable to ask the Elf beside him about their curiosity and questions, under the leadership of Think, the two people silently avoided all the Dwarf that appeared along the way and came to this place where they could overlook half of the city.

To be honest, the question raised by Think at this moment made Su'er confused.

"Well, let's take a look around first?" Su'er said slowly and tentatively, "Let's take a look at the armaments of the Dwarf or other important places?" Su'er guessed that Think beside him wanted to collect some information about the enemy for the Elf, right? To be honest, the reaction of the Elf with light golden hair to their creator was really unpredictable to him, but if they really had no feelings for the Elf, they would not come to the front line to fight the Dwarf, right? Death is not a game. "Hmm~, it's not impossible?" Think did not deny Su'er proposal, and then pointed to a direction on the right side of the two people, "Let's go there, I feel that there are some unique spells of the Elf in that direction, and I'm a little curious." Su'er would naturally not object. The two of them hid their bodies and hunched their bodies to wander in this Dwarf city. Although there was a strong taste of stealth games, it was a bit too simple to be honest. The more he sneaked, the more clearly Su'er felt that the Dwarf had never imagined that some individuals would sneak into their city. To be honest, if someone really wanted to sabotage here, then the possibility of his success would be too great.

What a coincidence, there is now a guy next to him who has both sufficient motivation and sufficient strength - Su'er glanced at the elf next to him.

If it was just an ordinary elf soldier, it might not cause enough damage, but if it was this guy who claimed to be a flower crown lord or an eight-fold magician, it would be different... To be honest, Su'er really didn't expect that this elf from the Nilvalen family would have such a big background, especially after he asked what those two words meant.

The so-called flower crown lord is the title of the highest-ranking magician among the entire Elf, an absolute position below the god, and the eight-fold magician represents the ability to perform eight magics at the same time. The entire Elf are divided into different levels based on the number of magics that can be cast at the same time. Currently, among all the Elf, only Think can cast eight magics at the same time.

This proud and beautiful elf can be said to be at the top of the entire race, looking down coldly at everyone below her.

It's a pity that she will die here.

Su'er grinned silently.

"Mr. Monkey's malice still needs to be well hidden. It would be too naive to be discovered like this," Think, who was walking in front of Su'er, said without looking back, and even did not stop her pace. "Well~, but it's not incomprehensible. After all, it's just a monkey. It's really too difficult to learn such advanced thinking activities?"

"There's no way. After all, it's too difficult to hide in front of a race like you who can directly observe Elf and even flesh and blood changes... Speaking of which, can the great Miss Nirvalen tell the humble monkey what the air Elf look like? In addition, what does it feel like to cast magic?"

Already quite skilled in dealing with the racial attacks of a certain elf, Su'er found that he adapted very quickly. He even asked some questions that he had been curious about for a long time but could not get answers to, just like chatting with a friend.

Compared to the real hurt, the sting of words can't even penetrate the epidermis.

"...I didn't expect to feel like I was being asked questions about my subject by a junior here, so let me, the most talented person in the history of the White House Tree, kindly give a small lesson to the curious Mr. Monkey," Think said easily while leading Su'er to twist and turn between the pipe and the iron wall.