"Theresa, I don't understand what you mean.
Don't all the magicians on the Emerald Continent use magic like that?"
Princess Axia pouted.
"That's just cargo worship."
Teresa said lightly but conclusively.
"Ship cargo worship, what is that?"
Princess Axia heard this weird term for the first time.
It was like the first time she met Teresa, this weird beautiful girl.
"Ship cargo worship is also called cargo colonization worship.
How should I explain it to you..."
Teresa thought for a while and said, "For example, in the middle of the vast ocean, there is an isolated island.
There are many indigenous people living on the island who drink blood from raw materials, they are barbarians - you know barbarians, right?"
"certainly."
The Kingdom of Eagle is not far from the Great North, and Teresa has naturally seen those barbarian warriors who were bare-armed, covered in animal skins, and carrying giant axes in the biting cold wind as the blizzard came.
"The indigenous people originally lived a primitive life of hunting and gathering.
Although there were no natural enemies on the islands, they were short of supplies, lacked medical treatment, and did not even have the habit of farming or raising animals in captivity.
Their lives were extremely difficult and difficult, and they were suffering day after day.
Among them, illusory worship was formed, and they even had their own primitive religion, completely entrusting their impermanent destiny to the so-called gods.”
Teresa said, "Suddenly, the powerful countries on both sides of the vast ocean went to war with each other.
The most advanced... magic crystal warships cut through the waves, and magic airships also galloped across the sea and sky.
This isolated island was at war.
Both sides discovered that it suddenly became a strategic location that military strategists must compete for, a natural fortress and a good port.
"So, an army from a powerful magical country landed on the island.
"In the face of the magic army armed to the teeth, the raw and blood-drinking natives were naturally powerless to fight back, and they never even thought about resisting.
Faced with the various splendid magics released by the army, the natives completely regarded them as legendary gods.
They cheered for their arrival, worshiped them, and asked for everything.
"Although the magic army is powerful, it is not acclimatized to the soil and is not willing to provoke the local indigenous people unless necessary.
The two sides live together on the isolated island under a strange tacit understanding.
"The magic army naturally wants to transform the isolated island and turn the original island into a real military fortress.
"The soldiers also need to practice and use magic crystals to communicate with the rear.
“There is a vast ocean all around, and all the materials they need must be transported by magic crystal battleships or even airdropped by magic airships.
"So, during the war that lasted for several years, the natives on the isolated island would see the magic army practicing from time to time.
Sometimes they would even use a mysterious crystal ball.
I don't know what they were tinkering with, and soon a magic airship would be airdropped.
A large amount of supplies, those fragrant cans, and even fresh food preserved by magic are all delicacies that the natives have never tasted.
"Naturally, during the war, hostile countries also tried every means to seize the island.
Their armies launched a large-scale attack on the island.
Their magic airships dropped dazzling fireballs, like thousands of little suns rising over the island.
The roar of the magic cannon and the extremely devastating shock wave are even worse than the stormy waves.
"However, the war will eventually end.
It doesn't matter who wins or loses among the powerful magic countries on both sides of the ocean.
In short, the smoke and corpses have not entered the endless seabed.
Peace has come again.
This isolated island has lost its military value.
Magic The army evacuated here, leaving only the fragmented remains of the magic crystal battleship, magic airship and crystal ball.
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“The indigenous people seem to have restored their former difficult, yet peaceful and peaceful life.
“But their hearts can never regain peace.
"Decades later, when adventurers set foot on this isolated island again, sister Axia, guess what they found the natives doing?"
Princess Axia listened with rapt attention.
She thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.
She shook her head and said, "What are you doing?"
"The natives put on the magic army and stayed behind.
They wore rusty armor and mage robes riddled with holes.
They held broken swords and magic wands that had lost their magic power.
They were imitating the magic army and training. " Teresa said, "They also used branches and straw to look like magic crystal battleships and magic airships, and held grand ceremonies.
They even used prisoners of war from hostile tribes to blood sacrifice these superficial 'battleships' and 'airships'.
It is believed that as long as enough blood is spilled, these toys made of branches and straw will turn into real war machines.
"By the way, there were originally no hostile tribes on the isolated island.
"However, the natives discovered the flags of the two powerful magical powers.
Somehow, they gathered under different flags and inexplicably became hostile parties.
They used simple stone axes and bone spears to continue this long-ended war.
“The most ridiculous thing is the priest among the tribe.
"His mission is to put on the uniform of a communications soldier in the magic army in the past, huddle in a dark and damp military fortress, and pray day after day in front of the dimmed crystal ball, praying to those omnipotent gods.
Can come again and airdrop to them endless delicacies, magic potions that can bring people back to life, and magic cannons that can shoot out blazing flames, thunder and lightning.
“Naturally, the crystal ball has never answered the prayers of the priests and the entire tribe.
"But the faith of the indigenous people has not collapsed.
They firmly believe that this is because their prayers are not pious enough, or because there are still hostile tribes on the island and it is because of 'evils causing trouble.'
"The arrival of the adventurers has strengthened their faith.
They regard the adventurers as messengers of the gods.
They are amazed at the common magic items that the adventurers bring out, and even those colorful items that the adventurers give to children.
Candy is regarded as a panacea.
"In short, a backward and isolated primitive civilization, when seeing an advanced civilization and superior technology that is incomprehensible, will instinctively explain everything with gods and superstitions, regard the superior technology as a blessing or curse from gods and demons, and imitate it indiscriminately, in the hope of possessing 'gods' "The power of magic', this is the 'ship cargo worship'."
When Princess Axia heard this, she couldn't help laughing and said: "These natives are so stupid.
This is a story you made up, Teresa, the barbarians in the Great North are not so stupid!"
"Yes, the frost barbarians of the Great North's 'Land of Night' are not so stupid."
Teresa sighed and said calmly, "But there are so many people in this world who are stupider than the frost barbarians and isolated island natives!"