"Theresa, I don''t know what you mean. Isn''t that how all the magicians on the emerald continent perform their magic?" Princess Asha pouted.


    "It''s just a shipping cult." Theresa understated it, but she made it clear.


    "Cargo worship, what is that?" Princess Asha heard this strange term for the first time.


    It''s like the first time she met Theresa, a queer, beautiful girl.


    "Cargo worship is also called cargo colonization worship. How can I explain it to you..."


    Teresa thought for a moment and said, "for example, in the middle of the ocean, there is an isolated island. There are many aborigines living on the island. They are barbarians - barbarians, you know?"


    "Of course."


    The land of eagles is not far from the Great North. Naturally, Theresa has seen those barbarian warriors who are barehanded, dressed in animal skins and carrying a huge axe in the cold wind with the coming of a snowstorm.


    "The aborigines originally lived a primitive life of hunting and gathering. Although there were no natural enemies on the island, they were short of materials and medicine, and even had no habit of farming and captivity. Their lives were extremely difficult. In their daily suffering, they formed an illusory worship, and even had their own primitive religion, which led to their uncertain fate, It''s completely entrusted to the so-called gods. "


    Teresa said, "one day, the powerful countries on both sides of the ocean fought against each other. All kinds of the most advanced... Magic crystal warships cut the waves, and magic airships also galloped between the sea and the sky. This isolated island was discovered by the warring parties, and suddenly became a strategic stronghold, a natural fortress and a good port for the military.


    "So, an army of magic powers landed on the island.


    "In front of the magic army which is armed to the teeth, the aborigines who drink blood and hair naturally have no fight back, and never even think of resistance - in the face of all kinds of gorgeous magic released by the army, the aborigines completely regard them as the legendary gods, cheering for their arrival, worshiping and taking whatever they want.


    "Although the magic army is powerful, it is not acclimatized after all. If it is not necessary, it is not willing to provoke the local aborigines. The two sides live together on an 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 have to practice and use magic crystal to get in touch with the rear.


    "There is a sea all around, and all kinds of materials they need are transported by magic crystal warships, or even dropped by magic airships.


    "As a result, during the years of war, the aborigines on the isolated island saw the magic army for training from time to time, and sometimes they took a mysterious crystal ball and didn''t know what to do. Soon there would be magic airships Airdropping a lot of materials. Those delicious tins and even fresh food preserved by magic were all delicacies that the aborigines had never tasted.


    "Naturally, during the war, the enemy countries tried every means to capture the island. Their troops launched a massive attack on the island. Their magic airships threw dazzling fireballs, just like thousands of little suns rising over the island. The roar of magic guided guns and their decaying shock waves were better than the rough waves.


    "However, the war will come to an end one day. No matter who wins or loses the magic power on both sides of the ocean, it doesn''t matter. In short, the smoke of gunpowder and corpses are buried in the endless sea bottom, and peace is coming again. This isolated island has lost its military value. The magic army has withdrawn here, leaving only the fragments of magic crystal warships, magic airships and crystal balls.


    "The aborigines seem to have returned to their hard but peaceful lives.


    "But in their hearts, they can no longer return to peace.


    "When the adventurers set foot on the island again decades later, sister Asha, guess what they found the aborigines doing?"


    Princess a Xia listened attentively, pondered for a long time, but could not think of it. She shook her head and said, "what are you doing?"


    "The aborigines put on the magic army, left behind, those rusty armor and Sorcerer''s robes, holding broken swords and magic wands that have lost their magic power, and are practicing like the magic army."


    Teresa said, "they also use branches and straw to make magic crystal warships and magic airships, and hold grand ceremonies. They even use prisoners of war from hostile tribes to sacrifice these ostensible" warships "and" airships "with blood. They think that as long as enough blood is spilled, these toys made up of branches and straw will become real war machines.


    "By the way, there were no hostile tribes on the island.


    "However, the aborigines found the flags of the two great magic powers. Somehow, they gathered under different flags and somehow became hostile sides, continuing the long ended war with simple stone axes and bone spears.


    "The most ridiculous is the priest in the group.


    "His mission is to put on the uniform of the signalman in the magic army in the past, curl up in the dark and humid military fortress, and pray day after day to the already dim crystal ball, pray that those omnipotent gods will come again, airdrop them endless delicious food and magic potions that can bring people back to life, And a magic gun that can shoot out flames and thunder and lightning.


    "Naturally, the crystal ball has never responded to the prayers of the priests or the whole group.


    "But the faith of the aborigines did not collapse. They firmly believed that it was because their prayers were not pious enough, or that there were hostile tribes on the island, which was caused by" evil spirits. ".


    "The arrival of the adventurers strengthened their belief. They regarded the adventurers as the messengers of the gods and marveled at the magic items that the adventurers brought out. Even the colorful candy that the adventurers gave to the children was regarded as a magic elixir.


    "In a word, a backward and isolated primitive civilization, seeing the incomprehensible advanced civilization and super technology, will instinctively explain everything with gods and superstitions, regard super technology as the blessing or curse of gods and demons, and imitate it indiscriminately, eager to have the power of gods and demons, which is" cargo worship. "


    Hearing this, Princess Asha couldn''t help laughing and said, "these aborigines are so stupid. This is a story you made up. Theresa, the barbarians in the Great North, are not so stupid!"


    "Yes, the frost barbarians of the night kingdom in Dabei are not so stupid."


    Theresa sighed and said, "but there are so many more stupid people in the world than the frost barbarians and the Islander natives."