NGNL: Can't humans do that

Su'er realized this right after blurting it out, and quickly said, "Even in a situation where the number of Spirit is very scarce, can you still cast magic?"

Unfortunately, it has no effect.

She is not the type with a poor memory. Both her thinking speed and associative ability are very developed. Think caught onto Su'er poor cover-up at the first time. The confusion caused by the ineffective magic a few days ago still exists in her Heart.

"Mr. Monkey, have you ever cast magic?", asked curiously. Even Think herself didn't realize that she was obviously more excited when she talked about this academic topic. "When? In what form? This is a major evolution of beasts. I said that the failure of the magic before should not be my fault... Damn, why is it in a place like this now? If only I could return to my workshop..."

Muttering, the elf with light golden hair even bit her thumb subconsciously when she got excited. Although she looked very cute, Su'er didn't like it at all - the sight that swept across his body from time to time was like a beam of knife light, cutting every inch of his muscle texture.

"Well, if I could cast magic, would I still have to run for my life like now? It's completely impossible." Su'er smiled a little stiffly. To be honest, Asano Shirasu words before his death that he didn't find any spirit activities were also questionable. The Spirit Armsability of the Werebeast was also very poor, not much better than that of humans. What if he was wrong?

"...", without confirmation or denial, Think just looked at Su'er suspiciously, "It seems to make sense, then what is the reason why Mr. Monkey chose to stay away from his tribe? Humans like Mr. Monkey should be rare even in your tribe, right?"

"...It's just because of irresistible reasons", unable to answer, Su'er could only mutter vaguely, "Let's not talk about this, are we almost there?"

"Hmm~, it seems that you want to keep it secret? But it doesn't matter, you will reveal everything sooner or later, including the reason why the magic didn't work on you before - I will move myself "Looking for the answer with your hands", Think turned around and continued to walk forward without any intention of hiding her thoughts. "As for the answer to Mr. Monkey's previous question, you can't cast magic without the spirit~ You can cast magic by directly manipulating the spirit, or by destroying the spirit, but it is impossible to bypass the spirit. This is the iron rule. Although Mr. Monkey still has spirit in his body that are preserved by breathing and other behaviors, the number is too small. Theoretically, it is completely insufficient to cast any kind of magic. Even if it can be cast, the power must be pitifully small. "

'So the battle of magic is a battle to manipulate the number of spirit?', Su'er thought, he probably understood a little.

"Then what about the Gods? Do they also need to use spirit to cast spells?" Su'er sharply argued.

"Don't use the shallow eyes of a monkey to speculate about the Gods. They are magic in themself, so why do they need to do one more step to cast magic? Because of this, the spirit are the most proficient in magic among the fifteen races... It seems that they have arrived." After opening the iron door in front of her, Think voice suddenly became low.

Su'er, who was following closely behind her, noticed the sudden change in the mood of the Elf, and quickly quickened his pace to go around to the other side to check - what appeared in front of him was a pile of corpses.

The two people were currently in a building that seemed to be like an incinerator. The green flames were burning and gushing out from the opening of the huge furnace, swallowing the corpses sent into it like an insatiable giant mouth. Hiding at the highest point of the third-floor corridor, Su'er and Think took in this cruel scene completely.

They were all Elf.

Even as Su'er hid his body and adapted to this uncomfortable scene, a door of the building opened, and a small airship drifted in and landed on one side of the corpse mountain, and then opened the opening below.

It was still the Elf, as if it was raining, and the bodies that fell from the open hatch were all dead bodies, with blood on their faces, men, women, young, old, and they seemed to have just died not long ago. Su'er even saw some limbs twitching like conditioned reflexes.

If hell really exists, then this is the hell of the Elf.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of burning corpses, and even a faint aroma of barbecue. Su'er covered his mouth with force and retched silently.

The eyes of the Elf were wide open like they were about to die. They had resisted before, but the result would not change at all. Looking down from above, Su'er could still see many hateful eyes staring at him empty-handedly-why?

Su'er asked Think beside him with his eyes.

Why?

It would be enough to defeat them on the battlefield, why bother to drag them to their lair and do such a cruel thing?

Noticing Su'er question, Think just raised her hand and tapped her forehead-there were four beautiful gems, which were distributed in a vertical diamond shape. The top one was the largest red diamond gem, and slightly below this gem were two slightly smaller blue diamond gems on the left and right, and directly below the red diamond gem was a red round gem. With the green flames rising to the sky next to it, Su'er saw that these beautiful gems were shining.

Because he was worried about offending Think, Su'er had never carefully looked at the gemstones that seemed to be decorations. It was not until this moment that he was allowed to closely notice that these gemstones were not decorations as he had thought before, but were closely connected to the skin and flesh on Think forehead, or simply gemstones that grew out of the flesh and blood.

"Soul Stone," Think said softly, "This is the gemstone that grows on the forehead of every elf, and it is also the mineral that the moles most desire to obtain."

Su'er understood.

Looking down the corridor again, the bodies of the Elf piled up into a mountain, with faces stained with blood, undoubtedly had this in common - no matter how different the size and shape were, the Soul Stones on their foreheads had all disappeared.

This was the most cruel resource plunder, the most primitive flesh and blood ranch.