"Teresa, I don't understand what you mean, don't all the magicians on the Emerald Continent cast magic like that?" Princess Axia pouted.
"That's nothing more than cargo worship." Teresa said lightly, but with certainty.
"Ship cargo worship, what is that?" It was the first time Princess Axia heard of this strange term.
It was as if she had met for the first time Teresa, an oddly beautiful girl.
"Ship cargo worship is also called cargo colony 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 natives living on the island who drink blood. They are barbarians—you know barbarians?"
"certainly."
The Kingdom of Eagles is not far from the Great Northern Land. Teresa has naturally seen those barbarian warriors who were shirtless, covered in animal skins, and carried huge axes in the icy cold wind with the blizzard coming.
"The aborigines originally lived a primitive life of hunting and gathering. Although there were no natural enemies on the island, they lacked supplies, lacked medical care, and did not even have the habit of farming and captive breeding. Their lives were extremely difficult, and they were suffering day after day. In the middle of the world, they formed illusory worship, and even had their own primitive religion, completely entrusting their impermanent fate to the so-called gods."
Teresa said, "Suddenly one day, the powerful countries on both sides of the vast ocean went to war with each other. All kinds of the most advanced... magic crystal warships cut through the waves, and magic airships also galloped between the sea and the sky. It was discovered that it suddenly became a strategic location that military strategists must contend for, a natural fortress and a good port.
"So, an army from a powerful magical country landed on the isolated island.
"In front of the magic army armed to the teeth, the natives who drank blood were naturally helpless, and never even thought of resisting. Faced with all kinds of gorgeous magic released by the army, the natives completely regarded them as legendary gods. When they came, they cheered, worshiped, and asked for anything.
"Although the magic army is powerful, after all, the climate is not acclimatized. If it is not necessary, they are unwilling to provoke the local natives. The two sides lived 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 still need to practice and use magic crystals to get in touch with the rear.
"There are vast oceans all around, and all the supplies they need must be transported by magic crystal warships, and even airdropped by magic airships.
"So, during the several years of war, the natives on the isolated island saw the magic army conducting drills from time to time, and sometimes they even took a mysterious crystal ball. For some reason, magic airships would be airdropped soon. A large number of supplies, those delicious canned food, and even the fresh food preserved by magic are all delicacies that the aborigines have never tasted.
"Naturally, during the war, the hostile countries also tried their best to seize the island. Their armies launched a massive attack on the island, and their magic airships cast dazzling fireballs, like thousands of little suns rising over the island. The roar of the magic cannon and the extremely destructive shock wave are even better than the stormy sea.
"However, one day the war will end. It doesn't matter who wins or loses among the magic powers on both sides of the ocean. In short, the gunpowder smoke and corpses have all entered the endless seabed, and peace has come again. This isolated island has lost its military value. The army withdrew from here, leaving only the fragmented wreckage of magic crystal warships, magic airships and crystal balls.
"The aborigines seem to have returned to their formerly difficult, but peaceful and peaceful lives.
"But their hearts can no longer return to peace.
"Decades later, when adventurers set foot on this isolated island again, Sister Axia, guess what they found the natives were doing?"
Princess Axia was engrossed in hearing this, and after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure it out. She shook her head and said, "What are you doing?"
"The natives put on the magic army and left behind, those rusty armors and riddled mage robes, holding broken swords and magic wands that have lost their magic power, are learning the appearance of the magic army and practicing. "
Teresa said, "They also used twigs and straw to make the appearance of magic crystal warships and magic airships, held a grand ceremony, and even used prisoners of war from hostile tribes to sacrifice the blood of these ostentatious 'battleships' and 'airships', Think that as long as enough blood is spilled, these toys made of branches and straw will become real war machines.
"By the way, there were no hostile tribes on the isolated island.
"However, the natives discovered the flags of the two major magical powers. For some reason, they gathered under different flags, and inexplicably became hostile sides. They used crude stone axes and bone spears to continue the war that had ended long ago.
"The most ridiculous thing is the priests in the ethnic group.
"His mission is to put on the uniform of the communications soldier in the magic army in the past, curl up in the dark and damp military fortress, and pray day after day to the omnipotent gods in front of the already dim crystal ball. To be able to come again, airdrop them again with delicious food that they can't finish, magic potions that can bring people back to life, and magic cannons that can spray raging flames and thunder and lightning.
"Naturally, the crystal ball never once answered the prayers of the priests and the entire race.
"However, the beliefs of the indigenous people have not collapsed. They firmly believe that this is because their prayers are not devout enough, or that there are still hostile tribes on the island, and it is because of 'demons'.
"The advent of the adventurers has strengthened their beliefs. They regard the adventurers as the messengers of the gods, and they are amazed at the common magic items that the adventurers bring out. Even the colorful items that the adventurers give to children Candy is regarded as a panacea.
"In short, when a backward and closed primitive civilization sees advanced civilizations and superior technologies that it cannot understand, it will instinctively explain everything with gods and superstitions, regard superior technologies as blessings or curses from gods and demons, and imitate them indiscriminately, longing to have 'gods'. The power of magic', this is the 'cargo worship'."
Princess Axia couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "These natives are so stupid, this is a story you made up, right? Teresa, the barbarians in the Great Northern Land are not so stupid!"
"That's right, the frost barbarians of the 'Kingdom of the Night' in the Great North are not so stupid."
Teresa sighed, and said calmly, "However, in this world, there are many people who are more stupid than the Frost Barbarians and the island natives!"