Blue and White Society Chapter 70: This is Azeroth
Mo Poor learned about this world in detail, and he found that the cultivation methods here are useless to him.
After studying it carefully, he realized that the magic here is just nonsense to reality.
Presumably, even the skills of game characters can be realized, so the basis of magic theory here is naturally as illusory as a game in terms of reality.
The only thing worthy of praise in reality is perhaps their art.
But once he had a general understanding of the history of civilization development, Mo Poor found that many places did not conform to the law of social development at all.
For example, in terms of the framework of civilization, it is quite rough. There are many city-states in this continent, and the countries have formed a loose alliance, and there are barbarians in the north.
Not to mention the language, the countries in the central region are all Chinese, and the northern barbarians use some completely unknown languages.
As for the text, it has not changed for ten thousand years, which is simply unbelievable.
You must know that on the earth, in just a few thousand years, the language and characters have changed countless times.
Not to mention class, I don't know about it in other places, but just looking at the current kingdom, its class division has been solidified for nearly ten thousand years.
Even if the dynasty changes, the class itself has not changed.
In addition, there are the production structure, the military system, the official system, and the chain of merchants and farmers, all of which have changed only once ten thousand years ago, and have continued to this day.
What's even more unbelievable is that their magic civilization has not progressed any further, but is on the contrary constantly declining.
It's fine if technology doesn't improve. After all, this is a magical world, but as the core competitiveness, the magic system of the primary productive force is actually regressing.
Their ancestors were extremely powerful, and opened up the living space of today's human beings in the world of ferocious beasts. For the next ten thousand years, the descendants only opened up what was necessary, and in the last thousand years, there was no progress at all.
In ancient times, there were as many strong men as a cow's hair, and magic flourished extremely. Up to now, although the status of the magic system has never been shaken, a large number of spells have been lost, and the number of strong ones is getting smaller and smaller. .
The once brilliant spellcasting techniques, rich cultivation methods, and a large number of lost, some completely disappeared, while others were buried in unknown corners.
Once someone finds the ancient cultural relics and technological relics, it will immediately bring a **** storm and stir up great waves.
Those who can benefit from it can often become leaders for a while, and even stand at the pinnacle of the times.
There are only a few sanctuaries in today's sanctuary, but all of them have mastered the ancient inheritance, or ancient remnants.
The fact that they hold ancient remnants is precisely the reason why they stand at the pinnacle, and it is the foundation for them to be looked up to.
In this regard, Sean even said in an extremely envious tone: "The saint has mastered the cultivation method thousands of years ago, or even earlier, and it is extremely powerful."
When Mo Poor heard this, he felt how sad it was.
The strongest magic is ancient magic, the strongest technology is the secret art of the ancestors, the strongest inheritance is the remnants of 10,000 years ago, and the strongest treasure is the ancient artifact.
Some remnants of ancient times can still stand at the top in this era, becoming the secret treasures of the country, inspiring countless people to seek and compete, and citing them as the foundation of their rise.
This is the sorrow of the entire civilization, and also the sorrow of the ancestors who created those technologies.
The offspring they worked hard to protect were not as good as the next generation.
Could it be that after such a long time since it was lost, it cannot be re-researched? Is there no better technology to replace it after 10,000 years?
Lost heritage is not the reason for the decline of civilization. It is nothing more than the loss of some cultures. As the core of civilization, how can magic technology decline? The loss will affect at most a hundred years, but there will definitely be better technologies to make up for it.
Just like on Earth, technology is lost more because it loses competitiveness and is eliminated by progressive society.
There will always be better things, and there will always be a new era. The decline of one kind of productivity must symbolize the rise of another kind of productivity.
If there's anything to replace magic, it's gone.
However, for thousands of years, the status of magic has never been shaken. It has always been the foundation of this civilization, and it has always been the most competitive system.
In this case, why did it decline? Is the mind of people in this world imprisoned? Has the imagination been castrated?
No, Mo Poor had a deep contact with these people, and listened carefully to some things.
I found that within the small structure, the people here are quite aggressive, have very rich emotions, and their IQ is normal.
The details of civilization are extremely wonderful, everyone has their own rich life and feelings, and the story of just a small town can be endlessly told.
The richness of the bottom layer, the roughness in the general direction, the wonderful details in the microcosm, and the unnaturalness in the macrocosm make Mo Poor feel extremely inconsistent.
Mo Poor deeply felt that the entire world outlook seemed to have been strictly set, like a big hand, suppressing the world pattern.
In this regard, the people here are unaware of it. Instead, they think that everything is good in ancient times, and they regard it as the truth that the more ancient, the stronger.
It’s as if this is a low-dimensional world of an unknown novel. The general direction is completely determined, and the pattern has been written in general. Only countless places that are not described or mentioned are derived from the real world. Complete, full of natural splendor.
"Is that so?"
"What about the realistic world? Can I go there?"
This place is too much like the world of novels. Mo Poor read some novels and quickly accepted this idea.
Immediately, he used the trumpet to try to imagine the world of some urban novels, and then rubbed the hearthstone. However, the game pops up directly, and the character data is lost.
He built more than a dozen trumpets in a row, and they were all like this. Finally, he found that as long as it was the earth, nothing would work.
"Why? Only non-earth fantasy worlds are possible for game characters to exist?"
"Why, is the earth special? A world with an earth must be high-dimensional?"
After thinking for a long time, Mo Poor, who couldn't figure out why, returned to that world.
Although this world is suppressed, although this world is very low-level, people here have rich emotions and normal intelligence.
The world is useless, but people are.
Maybe constantly filling this world with real substances can make it reborn, but the people here are too weak, and this is a long-term project.
In the short term, it would be more meaningful to take the people here out.
When they go to the earth, even if they can only stay in the data carrier, it is still an artificial intelligence.
If they exist in game servers, computer systems, and mobile phone systems, wouldn't they become residents of the online world, low-dimensional intelligent races.
"Sean, do you want to become stronger?" Mo Poor said.
Sean was stunned, and hurriedly lay down at Shengmu's feet and said, "I am willing to follow you!"
"You'd better think clearly, once you follow me, your life and death will be in my control, and you can't follow me, you are only following my incarnation." Mo Poor said.
"Reincarnation?" Sean and his wife were astonished. The Holy Priest in front of them was already unbelievably strong, so what would it be?
Speaking, Mo Poor pulled Sheng Mu back, and cut a full-level mage account.
Sean saw that the Holy Priest disappeared in front of him, and after a while, a mysterious human mage appeared again.
"I want to take you out of this world, and now is your only chance to refuse." Mo Poor reminded again.
"Leave this world?" Sean widened his eyes, looked at his wife and said, "Can I come back?"
"Yes, I will arrange it." Mo Poor said.
"Then I'll go!" Sean took a deep breath and said.
Mo Poor rubbed the portal silently, and Sean stepped in after saying goodbye to his wife.
Using the portal, it doesn't matter where it lands, it's Mo Poor's designation anyway.
The first stop is not any game, but a folder on this computer called Edge of Reality.
Mo Poor cut to this folder, and saw an extremely agile villain staying in the folder, looking around in astonishment, it was Sean.
After looking at it for a while, he tentatively came to the border of the folder, and then... jumped out.
Its expressions are vivid, its movements are natural, and its materials are like real people.
Mo Poor pressed the keyboard, and immediately cut out the minimized Warcraft game interface to full screen.
This action seemed to have alarmed Sean greatly. He rushed out from the back of the game interface, came to the front of the game interface, and stood there looking at his home on the game screen.
At home, the mage is still there, and his wife is also beside him.
He yelled at the screen, but Madam didn't notice it, as if there was only a projection in front of him.
Mo Poor cut off the screen again, returned to the desktop, then opened a text and typed: "Can you see this world, is there any exit?"
"No... where is this?" Sean collapsed, he huddled in the corner of the table, for him, the whole space was closed.
This space seems to be airless and lifeless, but he will not die.
Jumping from the folder to the desktop, and then rushing to the screen showing his own home, the whole feeling is full of absurdity and bizarreness, as if he is in the pocket of a god.
Only when Mo Poor presents the projection can he see his home. On the contrary, if the projection is turned off, he can only see a strange border floating in mid-air, and behind him is a blue sky and white cloud prairie .
The prairie is nothing but the shadow of the world, which may be covered by something at any time.
This weird perspective made it difficult for him to accept, and he felt frightened from the bottom of his heart, and the incomprehensible depression drove him crazy.
"Let me go back! Please!" Sean cried, and he seemed to be really breaking down.
Mo Poor frowned. Was the world he saw weird? Or is he unable to accept this two-dimensional feeling?
Seeing him curled up motionless, Mo Poor moved the mouse over, clicked and dragged Sean.
I saw that Sean seemed to be pulled by some force majeure, floating on the desktop, sliding with the mouse, as if it was a dragged software.
But he is a living person. While being dragged by the mouse, he can swing his hands and feet randomly, even turn his body on his own, struggling over and over again, turning his back to Mo Poor for a while, and facing Mo Poor for a while.
When he faced the 'camera', Mo Poor could see his horrified face, and the emotion was extremely real.
"Tick tock." Sean, a strong man, urinated in fright, and the yellow liquid remained at the bottom of the screen.
Mo Poor moved Sean and put it aside, then clicked on the lump of urine, and found that it can also be dragged, and even right-clicking can open a bunch of operations, including cut, copy, paste, and upload , Compression, uninstallation and renaming etc., you can even view its properties, really like a piece of software.
However, when he clicked on the attribute, the ball of urine disappeared directly, as if it had never appeared before.
Mo Poor put the mouse on Sean again, and right-clicked a series of things.
"Don't! Don't!" Sean yelled in fear.
Mo Poor stopped his movements. He knew that for Sean to exist, it must be in an uncertain state. It is absolutely impossible to explore why it exists. Once you check the details of its program, the foundation of its existence will collapse and collapse into A very real consequence: it's wrong to exist.
"Don't worry, I won't destroy you, calm down. How do you feel? Why are you so scared?" Mo Poor asked while typing in the text.
Sean said incoherently: "Closed... Compressed... I don't know... It's so strange here... I don't know..."
He simply cannot describe what he feels, nor can he tell what he has seen.
This disappointed Mo Poor. Looking at the large row of game icons on the desktop, he thought to himself that he could only take him to various game servers. If he wanted him to live on the desktop simply, he would go crazy.
First of all, it’s better to be 3D. Click to upload directly with the mouse, and then think that the landing point is somewhere on the map of Azeroth, and send it there.
Sean directly appeared in the Glittering Gold Town in a certain server in Azeroth.
Mo Poor opened a Union number, teleported, aimed at Sean, and immediately came to him.
Looking at the upper right corner, he found that the server was indeed random.
"My God... where is this?" Sean looked at the grotesque game world, feeling that every plant and tree here is so weird, and there are many wild wolves not far away, cruising around meaninglessly. .
Mo Poor controlled another account and said, "This is Azeroth, this is just the first stop."
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