NGNL: Can't humans do that

Even if the creators of both sides did not need to attack each other for the throne of the One God, these special resources that only the spirit can produce are enough to make the Elf and the Dwarf kill each other endlessly.

He understood this irreconcilable contradiction in an instant, and even further, Su'er suspected that even in the underground below 10,000 meters, the Dwarf might have kept some Elf in captivity like humans kept cattle and sheep, and regularly harvested these automatically growing fruits.

For them, the Elf were like flowers planted in pots, producing the minerals they needed, which was the greatest value of the Elf. Even due to reproductive isolation and different aesthetics, they did not even need some special needs. The flesh and blood of the Elf were just a hotbed for the growth of minerals. The classification of old and young, male and female was not important at all.

Thinking of the dark gray fur ball he saw not long after he slipped out of the submarine, Su'er couldn't help trembling. He thought that fur ball was cute.

Under this long-standing hatred, I'm afraid that neither the Elf nor the Dwarf have ever regarded each other as living species?

Just as most humans do not feel fear when seeing the corpses of other animals such as pigs, cows, and sheep, but only think about how to cook them, but when seeing the corpses of other humans, they will be so scared that they can't control themself. The stiff expressions of the corpses that are slightly different from when they are still alive will ignite people's fear psychology-Su'er doesn't know whether the Elf also have such instincts deeply rooted in their genes.

But it should be more anger, right?

Angry at the death of their compatriots, angry at their own powerlessness, and also angry at the atrocities of the Dwarf...

Moving quietly to the back, Su'er is away from Think, whose emotions he can't see through. He is worried that the Elf with light golden hair will not be able to control the rage in her Heart and explode here.

"It seems that there are more than just soldiers on the battlefield..."

Su'er, who was moving toward the door, suddenly heard Think muttering to herself with a frown on her face. Carefully observing her body exposed outside the tunic, Su'er found that the hands of the Elf were stretched until this moment, not the kind of clenched fists that were extremely angry.

Is her mentality so good? Or is there another plan?

Through his brain, Su'er guessed what kind of mood Think would be in at the moment.

"Oh? Mr. Monkey was not frightened to the point of being unable to move?", Think came back to her senses after just a short thought. Turning around, she saw Su'er, who was about to escape, "You are too timid. If you do this, you won't be able to sell even as a slave, right?"

"I'm really sorry for being timid?", Think remarks, which were the same as before, really made Su'er feel a lot more relaxed. He said unhappily: "So what is the great Miss Nirvalen going to do?"

"Hey? What?", but Think reaction was even more Surprising than his.

"Huh?", Su'er said blankly, "These dead are all your people, right? Do you want to avenge them?"

"... For example, destroy some key things of the Dwarf?", looking at the chin faintly exposed under Think hood, Su'er carefully suggested that in this enemy's nest full of key facilities, it should be easy to take something with you before dying.

"No need at all", but gave the answer without hesitation, Think said confidently: "No matter what, they are already dead, in other words, they are no different from the stones and soil on the roadside. It is unreasonable to let the living die because of the dead things, isn't it?"

"What's more, compared to their worthless lives, if a genius like me dies, it will be the biggest loss. If they can pave a way for me with their lives, it will be the most valuable thing for them", the arrogant look down has never changed, to be more precise, it should be that it has never been hidden in front of a lowly monkey like Su'er, Think said frankly.

"..."

Unable to accept such values, Su'er opened his mouth to say something, but found that such behavior was meaningless.

"...So has the great Miss Nilvalen thought of anything?" In the end, Su'er could only ask dryly.

"Ah~, there are probably some clues~", after walking out of the building, Think re-sealed the iron door, "Win this war or something..."

"Win?!" Su'er looked at the slender elf beside him in astonishment.

Did he hear it wrong?

Is it important information about the victory of this infinitely long and endless war? When was it obtained?

Su'er turned around and looked at it, as if he had realized something. Was there any key information left in the bodies of the Elf in the iron door?

He wanted to take out his paper and pen reflexively, but he didn't dare.

"Hmm~", Think seemed to be in a good mood, and didn't even care about Su'er abnormality, "Yes~, in general~ it's probably a world where all those damn moles are eradicated~"

"In a world where all the guys who get in the way, whether they are the Gods or any other races, are killed, how sweet will the air be in such a world?", taking a deep breath, Think just walked towards the depths of the dark pipe with steady steps.

The hand that was pressed on the place where the paper and pen were stored on his chest was put down, and Su'er anxious Heart that wanted to find out something no longer urged.

So... is it still angry? This Elf?

Is it angry? It should be, right?

Whether it was because she was shot down from the sky by the Dwarf or because she witnessed everything she saw just now, even if she said that everything had nothing to do with her, maybe she was really angry, right?

This is what Su'er guessed.

"Do you want to be smeared by the moles by staying there, Mr. Monkey?"

The voice of a guy with bad temper came from the corner without light under the stairs in front.

"Ah, sorry, I'll be there soon." He took a deep breath and turned back to look at the locked iron door. The temperature of the huge flames gushing out from the door could be felt even through the wall.

Su'er was afraid that he would never forget the pile of elf corpses in his life.

In the face of death, these races that he used to think of as superior races in the past seemed to be no different from humans, and were also regarded as lambs to be slaughtered.

Shaking his head, before Think spoke again, Su'er lowered his body and quickly followed.