Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

"Teresa, I don't understand what you mean, aren't all the magicians on the emerald continent so magical?" Princess Axia pouted.

"That is nothing but a cult of the ship." Teresa underestimated, but said it.

"Wage goods worship, what is that?" Princess Asha heard this weird noun for the first time.

It’s like she first met, Teresa, the eccentric girl.

"The worship of the cargo is also called the worship of the goods. How can you explain it to you..."

Teresa thought for a moment, "For example, in the middle of the ocean, there is an isolated island. There are many indigenous people living on the island, barbarians - barbarians, do you know?"

"of course."

The country of the eagle is not far from the Great Northern Land. Teresa naturally saw the barbarian warriors who were accompanied by the blizzard and were shirtless in the cold wind, draped in animal skins and carrying giant axes.

“Indigenous people originally lived the original life of hunting. Although there are no natural enemies on the island, but the materials are scarce, lack of medical care, and even no habit of cultivation and captivity, life is extremely difficult and difficult, and they are suffering day after day. In the midst of it, it formed an imaginary worship, and even possessed its own primitive religion, and entrusted the impermanent destiny to the so-called god."

Teresa said, "Suddenly, the powerful countries on both sides of the ocean and the sea are fighting each other. The most advanced... the magic crystal warships are turbulent, and the magical airships are also flying between the sea and the sky. This isolated island is being fought. The two sides found that they suddenly became a strategic location for the military, a natural fortress and a good harbor.

"So, an army of magical powers boarded an island.

"In front of the magical army armed to the teeth, the indigenous people who squandered blood and blood naturally did not fight back, and never even thought about resistance. In the face of all kinds of gorgeous magic released by the army, the indigenous people completely regarded them as legendary gods. Cheering for their arrival, paying homage to the court.

"While the magical army is strong, after all, it is not convincing. If it is not necessary, it is not willing to provoke local indigenous people. The two sides live together on an isolated island under a strange tacit understanding.

"The magical army naturally has to rebuild the island and turn the original island into a real military fortress.

"The soldiers have to practice and use magic crystals to get in touch with the rear.

"There are all oceans and seas around them. The various materials they need must rely on the magic crystal warships to transport, even the magic airships to airdrop.

"So, during the war years that lasted for a few years, the indigenous people on the island saw the magical army from time to time. Sometimes they also took a mysterious crystal ball. I don’t know what to slap, and there will soon be a magical airship. A lot of supplies, those fragrant cans, and even the fresh food preserved by magic, are the delicacies that indigenous people have never tasted.

"Nature, during the war, the hostile countries have tried every means to seize the island. Their army launched a large-scale attack on the island. Their magic airships cast a glaring fireball, like thousands of small suns rising over the island. The roar of the magical cannon, the violent shock wave, is better than the stormy waves.

"However, the day when the war is over, no matter who wins or loses the magic powers on both sides of the ocean, it is not important. In short, the smoke and the corpses are not in the endless sea, and the peace is coming again. This island has lost its military value, magic. The army withdrew from here, leaving only the wreckage of the fragmented magic crystal warships, magical airships and crystal balls.

“Indigenous people seem to have regained their former hardships, yet a quiet and peaceful life.

"But their hearts are no longer able to return to calm.

“When a few decades later, when adventurers once again ventured into this island, Axia’s sister, guess, they found out what the indigenous people are doing?”

Princess Axia listened to God, pondered for a long time, and couldn’t think of it. She shook her head: "What are you doing?"

"Indigenous people put on the magical army, the rusty armor and the riddled mage robe, holding the broken sword and the magic wand that lost the magic, are learning the magic army and practicing. ”

Teresa said, "They also used branches and straw to tie out the magic crystal warships and magical airships, carry out grand ceremonies, and even use the prisoners of the enemy tribes to sacrifice these imaginary 'warships' and 'airships'. I think that as long as there is enough blood to be sprinkled, the toys that are made up of these branches and straw will become a real war machine.

"Right, there was no hostile tribe on the island.

"But the indigenous people discovered the flags of the two great magical powers. Somehow, they gathered under different flags, inexplicably turned into hostile parties, and continued the war that had ended with a simple stone axe and a bone spear.

"The most ridiculous thing is the priests in the community.

"His mission is to put on the uniforms of the communications forces in the former magical army, curled up in the dark and damp military fortress, praying day after day against the crystal ball that has long been dull, praying for those omnipotent gods. Being able to come again, once again throwing them a delicious meal that they can't finish, a magical potion that can bring people back to life, and a magical cannon that can spur raging flames and thunder lightning.

"Nature, the crystal ball never responded to the prayers of the priests and the entire community.

“But the beliefs of the indigenous peoples have not collapsed. They firmly believe that this is because their prayers are not pious enough, or that there are still hostile tribes on the island, which is the reason for the ‘devil’s work.’

"The adventurous arrival has strengthened their beliefs. They regard the adventurer as the messenger of the gods. They are amazing for the adventurers to come up with the magic items that are commonplace. Even the adventurers give the children a colorful flower. Candy is used as a panacea.

"In short, a primitive civilization that is backward and occluded, seeing advanced civilization and superb technology that cannot be understood, will instinctively explain everything with gods and superstitions, treat superior technology as a blessing or curse of the gods, and imitate it in a random way, eager to have 'God "Magic power", this is 'ship worship.'"

When Princess Asha heard this, she couldn’t help but smile: "These indigenous people are really stupid. This is the story you made. Teresa, the barbarians in the Great Northern Territory, are not so stupid!"

"Yeah, the frosty barbarians of the Great Britain's "Night Country" are not so stupid."

Theresa sighed and said faintly. "But in this world, people who are more stupid than the frosty barbarians and the islanders, but I don't know how much!"