NGNL: Can't humans do that

Su'er suddenly became excited—not excited, but he just wanted to know what choice Think, the mysterious elf, would make.

It was easy to judge. The place where the small airship that just flew over his head was likely to be the breeding farm or slaughterhouse of the Dwarf.

Even though he had been hit many times by Think words, and even the race and the individual were despised to the bottom, Su'er found that there seemed to be something he could do in this world.

"Want to go and see, Miss Nirvalen?", said with a smile, Su'er followed Think order and no longer used the prefix of great, "Even if you want to leave the moles' nest, you need someone who can attract attention, right?"

In the general sense, we call such people cannon fodder, or heroes who sacrifice for the overall situation.

"Otherwise, a submarine that refuses to communicate and leaves without permission will never reach the ground safely in wartime, no matter how you think about it," said Su'er, looking into Think eyes quietly, analyzing very sincerely.

Without rushing to tell her decision, Think just stared into Su'er eyes, as if she wanted to see his Heart through this window of the Su'er.

"Does Mr. Monkey really think so?"

"Ah, of course, after all, only this plan will maximize the possibility of escaping safely back to the ground."

Su'er frankly admitted that his thoughts were very obvious - he just wanted to make the Elf who might still be alive become cannon fodder to attract attention.

If those big elf racists heard this, they would probably be furious, right? But unfortunately, it was only Think who heard such words, the violator with an unusual personality.

"Okay~", Think nodded and agreed with a smile, "Then let's go there and take a look, Mr. Monkey is getting more and more sensible~"

Praising, Su'er gave a step in advance and also gave a direction. Think would not deliberately look for whether there were captured or captive Elf here, but what if it was on the way?

Su'er was curious about what choice she would make.

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Sneaking around in boredom.

The way those Dwarf children played was no different from the human children playing in the Su'er settlement, the only difference was the toys in their hands.

"Does Mr. Monkey like children?" Think asked curiously, seeing Su'er standing in the shadows and looking at the Dwarf children running and jumping on the top of the building in the distance.

"No, I hate children," Su'er rejected it flatly, and walked past Think into the building.

The Dwarf guarding the door had been knocked down by Think in a face-to-face confrontation and fainted on the ground. The woman's strength was overwhelming and terrifying. The poor guard had never expected to be attacked by an outsider in his own nest. It was not until Think magic was about to hit him that he realized it and pounced on the spiritual clothes that he had thrown aside casually.

Without killing him, as if to prevent the alarm that would be automatically sounded if he died, Su'er had already cleverly retreated behind Think, and he watched this Elf deal with all the Dwarf he met along the way.

Only when he made such a comparison could he clearly feel what kind of power this Elf in front of him possessed, and Su'er gradually had a clear understanding of the title of Eightfold Sorcerer.

"Can Dwarf not cast magic without spiritual equipment?" Su'er asked curiously, fiddling with the heavy metal block on the ground.

This was the spiritual equipment of a Dwarf who was ruthlessly knocked down by Think just now. After losing the control of its owner, the weapon that had been deformed and unfolded folded back at a faster speed. Su'er was a little curious about how such a large mass could be unfolded from such a small volume.

He had gradually discovered a fact - rather than saying that the Dwarf were engaged in technology, it would be better to say that they were still engaged in magic. They were a mechanical civilization, but they were definitely not related to the three words of reason.

As expected, no matter how Su'er fiddled with it, this spiritual equipment did not react at all.

"Sure~", after a casual glance, Think turned his attention back to the door in front of him that was covered with densely engraved spells.

"Hey? Why don't they come out? Just watch you knock them down?", asked a little strangely, and Su'er carefully recalled the scenes he had just seen.

Think always took the initiative, accurately and appropriately knocking the spirit clothes of the Dwarf guards away from them, and after that, the Dwarf were so weak that it was a bit ridiculous, and some even rushed up with furry fists and wanted to fight physically, but they were knocked out and lay dead the next second.

"Of course you can use magic without spirit clothes, but it will be quite easy to self-destruct."

"Huh?! Self-destruct?"

Su'er stared at the fur ball that fainted beside him in amazement, and subconsciously moved further away from them.

"Remember what I said? The body hair of the moles is the business of the True Spirit Silver. Once they use the spirits in their bodies, the True Spirit Silver will begin to amplify the power of the spirits until they are over-enhanced in a very short period of time. Uh-huh, that is, out of control and violent rush. That's why the moles need to use induction steel and catalysts outside the body to use magic," Think answered without looking back. "Heh, in the end, they are just garbage full of defects. Without the help of the Spirit Arms, they can't control their spirits. Is there a race more useless than this?"

Su'er chose to ignore this sentence.

As she spoke, the steel door blocking the two of them seemed to have finally awakened. After a quick tremor, it slowly rose up with a yellow engraving spell flashing.

"...Don't play with that Spirit Arms. Without the spirit drive of the operator, the Su'er cannot be synchronized with the catalyst. If Mr. Monkey wants to unfold that Spirit Arms, he must at least multiply the spirits in your body by dozens of times to barely do it." It only takes one glance to see the gap between Su'er fantasy and reality. Think hit him coldly and ruthlessly.

"Hey, here I come." With a long sigh, Su'er gave up the idea of ​​taking this spiritual equipment away for collection. He placed the Dwarf next to him in a more orderly manner and walked to Think side. "Come to think of it, I didn't expect Miss Nirvalen to have such a deep research on the engraving formula of the Dwarf species?"

This prison used for imprisonment, just by looking at the dense engraving formulas on the gate, you can guess how difficult it would be to crack it by force.