Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Teresa, I don't know what you mean. Isn't that how all the magicians on the Emerald World do their magic?” Princess Xia mumbled.

“It's just a cargo worship.” Theresa understates, but speaks plainly.

“Ship worship, what is that?” Princess Asha first heard of this strange term.

Just like the first time she met Teresa, this weird pretty girl.

“Ship worship is also called cargo worship, how can I explain it to you...”

Theresa thought, "For example, in the middle of the ocean, there's an isolated island, inhabited by a lot of bloodthirsty indigenous people, barbarians —— barbarians, you know? ”

“Of course.”

Not far from the Great North, Theresa naturally saw those barbarian warriors with giant axes, all naked in the cold wind.

“The indigenous peoples, who lived in the primitive life of hunting and gathering, although they had no natural enemies on the island, lacked material, medicines, even farming and recreation habits, and lived in abnormally difficult conditions, and who, in their daily suffering, formed a vain worship and even had their own primitive religion, entrusting their destiny entirely to the so-called gods. ”

Teresa said, "One day, the powerful nations on both sides of the ocean battle each other, the most advanced of all… the Magic Crystal Battleship split waves, and the Magic spacecraft swept across the sea. This isolated island was discovered by both warring parties and suddenly became a must-have strategic place for soldiers, a natural fortress and a port of good.

“Then an army of magical powers landed on the island.

“In the presence of a magical army armed to the teeth, the blood-drinking indigenous people naturally have no power to fight back, or even to contemplate resistance - in the face of the glorious magic unleashed by the army, the indigenous people completely regard them as legendary gods, cheering for their arrival, worshipping and demanding.

“Although the Magic Army is strong, after all, it is uncomfortable, if not necessary, and unwilling to provoke local indigenous peoples, both sides live together on an isolated island under a strange acquiescence.

“Naturally, the Magic Army has to transform the islands into real military fortresses.

“Soldiers also have to practice and use magic crystals to get in touch with the rear.

“Around is the ocean, and all the supplies they need are transported by Magic Crystal warships and even airdropped by Magic spacecraft.

“As a result, during years of war, the indigenous peoples of the islands have seen the magic army practise from time to time, sometimes with a mysterious crystal ball, and soon there will be a magic airship dropping large quantities of supplies, and the cans sprayed with incense, even fresh foods preserved with magic, are rare and delicious that the indigenous peoples have never tasted.

“Naturally, during the war, hostile nations also tried to seize the island, and their armies launched a massive offensive against it, throwing eye-catching fireballs at their magic spacecraft, as if hundreds of tiny suns were rising over the island, the sounds of magic cannons, the extreme depletion of decaying shockwaves, and more than the shock waves.

“Nevertheless, one day the war will end, it does not matter who wins or loses the magical powers on both sides of the ocean. In short, the smoke and carcasses will not enter the endless seabed, peace will return, the island will lose its military value and the magical army has withdrawn from it, leaving only the wreckage of the broken crystal warships, magic spacecraft and crystal balls.

“Indigenous peoples seem to have recovered from the difficult and difficult times of the past and to have lived peacefully.

“But their hearts can never return to calm.

“When, decades later, adventurers once again set foot on this island, Sister Asha, guess what they found out about the Aboriginal people? ”

Princess Ah Xia could hear God, thought for half a day, couldn't think out, she shook her head: “What are you doing? ”

“The indigenous people, dressed in the magic army, left behind by rusty armor and sore cloaks of magician robes, with broken swords and magic wands without magic, are learning to look like magic armies and practise. ”

"They also used branches and straw to make magic warships and magic spacecraft, to make grand festivals, and even prisoners of war from rival tribes, to make blood sacrifices to these false ‘battleships’ and 'spacecraft', believing that as long as enough blood was spilled, these branches and straw toys would become real war machines.

“By the way, there were no rival tribes on the island.

“But the indigenous peoples discovered the flags of the two great magical powers, and somehow they gathered under different flags, somehow turning into enemies, perpetuating the long ended war with simple stone axes and bone spears.

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

“His mission is to wear the uniforms of the communicators in the old magic army, curl up in the dark and damp military fortress, pray day after day against the already bleak crystal ball, pray that the all-powerful gods will come again, air drop them delicious dishes again, magic agents that will bring people back to life, and magic cannons that will eject the flames and thunderbolts of the bear.

“Naturally, crystal balls have never answered the prayers of priests and entire communities.

“But the beliefs of the indigenous peoples have not collapsed, and they firmly believe that this is because their prayers are not devout enough, or because hostile tribes still exist on the island and are ‘sneaking in the way'.

“The adventurer's arrival reinforces their belief that the adventurer is the messenger of the gods, that the adventurer is surprised to take out the magical objects commonly found in the sky, and that even the flowers, greens and candies that the adventurer gives to the children are used as a magic potion.

“In short, a backward and obstructed primitive civilization, seeing incomprehensible advanced civilizations and extraordinary technologies, instinctively interprets everything with spirits and superstitions, treats extraordinary technology as a blessing or curse of the demons, and imitates them indiscriminately, eager to possess the 'power of the demons', which is the 'worship of the ships'. ”

Princess Ah Xia couldn't help but laugh: “These indigenous people are so stupid. This is your story, Teresa, the Barbarians of the Great North, they're not so stupid! ”

“Yeah, the frost barbarians in the Great North, they're not that stupid. ”

Theresa sighed and whispered, “But how many people in the world are more foolish than the Frost Barbarians and the Islanders! ”