Chapter 69 This Is Azeroth

Mo Qiong learned about this world in detail, and he found that the cultivation methods here were useless to him.

After careful study, he realized that the magic here was simply nonsense in reality.

It makes sense. Even the skills of game characters can be realized, so the theoretical basis of magic here is naturally as illusory as a game in reality.

The only meaningful thing worth praising in reality may be their art.

But once he had a general understanding of the history of civilization development, Mo Qiong found that many places did not conform to the laws of social development at all.

For example, in the big framework of civilization, it is quite rough. This continent is full of city-states, and the countries form a loose alliance. There are also barbarians in the north.

Not to mention the language, the central countries are all Chinese, and the northern barbarians are some completely meaningless languages.

And the writing has not changed for 10,000 years, which is incredible.

You must know that on Earth, the language and writing have changed countless times in just a few thousand years.

Not to mention the class, I don’t know about other places, but just looking at the current kingdom, its class division has been solidified for nearly 10,000 years.

Even if the dynasty changes, the class itself has not changed.

In addition, there are production structures, military systems, official systems, and commercial and agricultural chains, all of which have only transformed once ten thousand years ago and have continued to this day.

What is even more incredible is that their magic civilization has not only not progressed, but is declining.

It would be fine if technology did not progress, after all, this is a magic world, but the magic system, as the core competitiveness and the first productive force, is actually regressing.

Their ancestors were extremely powerful and opened up the living space of today's humans in the world of beasts. After ten thousand years, descendants only opened up less than one ten-thousandth of it, and in the last thousand years, there has been no progress at all.

In ancient times, there were many strong people and magic was extremely prosperous. And 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 people has decreased from generation to generation. Almost everyone is reminiscing about the glory of the ancient times, singing the good of the ancient times, and being willing to be inferior to their ancestors.

The once glorious spellcasting techniques and rich cultivation methods have been lost in large quantities, some have completely disappeared, and some have been buried in unknown corners.

Once someone finds the cultural and technological relics of ancient times, it will immediately bring a bloody storm and stir up waves.

Those who can benefit from it can often become the best for a while, or even stand at the top of the times.

The current holy domains are rare, but each of them has mastered ancient heritage or ancient fragments.

And their mastery of ancient fragments is precisely the reason why they stand at the top and the basis for their admiration.

In this regard, Sean even said with great envy: "The saints have mastered the cultivation methods of thousands of years ago, or even earlier, and they are extremely powerful."

Mo Qiong listened, but felt how sad this was.

The strongest magic is ancient magic, the strongest technology is the secret art of the ancestors, the strongest inheritance is the fragments of ten thousand 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 search for and compete, and leading to the rise.

This is the sorrow of the entire civilization, and also the sorrow of the ancestors who created those technologies.

The descendants they protected with all their efforts are actually worse than the previous generation.

After such a long time since it was lost, can't it be re-studied? Is there no better technology to replace it after ten thousand years?

Loss is not a reason for the decline of civilization. Some cultural losses are fine, but as the core of civilization, how can magic technology decline? Loss will affect at most a hundred years, but there will definitely be better technologies born to make up for it.

Just like on Earth, the loss of technology is more because it has lost its competitiveness and has been eliminated by the progressive society.

There will always be better things, and there will always be a new era. The decline of one productivity must symbolize the rise of another productivity.

If there is something to replace magic, then it will be fine if it declines.

However, for thousands of years, the status of magic has never been shaken. It has always been the foundation of this civilization and the most competitive system.

In this case, why did it decline? Are the people in this world imprisoned in their thoughts? Is their imagination castrated?

No, Mo Qiong had a deep contact with these people and listened carefully to some things.

It is found that in a small pattern, the people here have a very high enterprising spirit, very rich emotions, and normal IQ.

The details of civilization are extremely wonderful, and everyone has a rich life and emotions. The story of just one small town can be told endlessly.

This kind of bottom-level richness, the roughness in the general direction, the wonderful details in the microcosm, and the unnaturalness in the macrocosm make Mo Qiong feel extremely inconsistent.

Mo Qiong deeply feels that the entire world view seems to have been strictly set, like a big hand, suppressing the world pattern.

In this regard, the people here are unaware of it, but think that everything is good in ancient times, and the more ancient, the stronger, and regard it as the truth.

It's like this is a low-dimensional world in an unknown novel. The general direction is completely fixed, and the pattern has been written in a general way. Only the countless places that are not described and mentioned are completed under the evolution of the real world, 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 Qiong read some novels and quickly accepted this idea.

He immediately used a trumpet to try to imagine the world of some urban novels, and then played Hearthstone. However, the game popped up directly and the character data was lost.

He created more than a dozen trumpets in a row, and it was the same. In the end, he found that as long as it was on Earth, it would not work.

"Why? Only fantasy worlds other than Earth can allow game characters to exist?"

"Why? Is Earth special? A world with Earth must be high-dimensional?"

After thinking for a long time and not being able to figure it out, Mo Qiong returned to that world.

Although this world is suppressed and low-level, the people here are emotionally rich and have normal intelligence.

The world is useless, but people are useful.

Maybe constantly filling this world with real matter can make it reborn, but the people here are too weak, and this is a long-term project.

In the short term, it is more meaningful to take the people here out.

When they go to Earth, even if they can only stay in the data carrier, they are also artificial intelligence.

If they exist in game servers, computer systems, and mobile phone systems, wouldn't they become residents of the network world, a low-dimensional intelligent race?

"Sean, do you want to become stronger?" Mo Qiong said.

Sean was stunned, and hurriedly lay at the feet of the Holy Shepherd 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 hands. Besides, you can't follow me. You are just following my incarnation." Mo Qiong said.

"Incarnation?" Sean and his wife were both shocked. The Holy Shepherd in front of them was already incredibly strong. What would the real body be?

As he said, Mo Qiong pulled the Holy Shepherd back and switched to a full-level mage account.

Sean saw that the Holy Shepherd in front of him disappeared, and after a while, a mysterious human mage appeared again.

"I want to take you away from this world. Now is your only chance to refuse." Mo Qiong 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 Qiong said.

"Then I will go!" Sean took a deep breath.

Mo Qiong silently rubbed a portal, and after Sean and his wife said goodbye, they stepped into it.

Using the portal, it doesn't matter where you land, it's Mo Qiong's choice anyway.

The first stop is not any game, but a folder on this computer, called the edge of reality.

When Mo Qiong switched to this folder, he saw an extremely smart little man staying in the folder, looking around in astonishment. It was Sean.

After looking for a while, he tentatively came to the border of the folder, and then... jumped out.

His expression was vivid, his movements were natural, and his material was like a real person.

Mo Qiong pressed the keyboard and immediately cut out the minimized World of Warcraft game interface to full screen.

This move seemed to greatly alarm Sean, who rushed out directly from the back of the game interface, came to the front of the game interface, and then stood there looking at his home in the game screen.

At home, the magician was still there, and his wife was also beside him.

He shouted at the screen, but his wife was unaware, and it seemed that there was only a projection in front of her.

Mo Qiong cut off the screen again, returned to the desktop, and then opened a text and typed: "Can you see any exit in this world?"

"No...where is this?" Sean was a little overwhelmed. He huddled in the corner of the desktop. To him, the whole space was closed.

This space seemed to have no air and no life, but he would not die.

Jumping from the folder to the desktop, and then breaking into the screen showing his home, the whole feeling was full of absurdity and bizarreness, as if he was in the pocket of a god.

Only when Mo Qiong presented the projection could he see his home. On the contrary, if he turned off the projection, he could only see a weird frame floating in the air, and behind it was a blue sky and white clouds.

The prairie was just a shadow of the world, which could be covered by something at any time.

This weird perspective made it difficult for him to accept, and he felt fear from the bottom of his heart. The incomprehensible oppression made him crazy.

"Let me go back! Please!" Sean cried, he seemed to be really about to collapse.

Mo Qiong frowned. Was the world he saw very weird? Or can he not accept this two-dimensional feeling?

Seeing him curled up and not moving, Mo Qiong moved the mouse over, clicked on Sean and dragged it.

Sean seemed to be pulled by some kind of irresistible force, floating on the desktop, and as the mouse slid, he seemed to be a dragged software.

But he was a living person. While being dragged by the mouse, his hands and feet could still swing randomly, and even his body turned, struggling over and over, sometimes facing Mo Qiong with his back, and sometimes facing Mo Qiong with his front.

When he faced the "camera", Mo Qiong could see his horrified face, and the emotion was extremely real.

"Dingtick." Sean, a strong man, was frightened and peed directly, and the yellow liquid remained at the bottom of the screen.

Mo Qiong moved Sean to put it aside, and then clicked on the urine again, and found that it could also be dragged, and even the right button could open a bunch of operations, including cut, copy, paste, upload, compress, uninstall, rename, etc., and even view its properties, just like a software.

However, when he clicked on the properties, the urine disappeared directly, as if it had never appeared.

Moqiong put the mouse on Sean again, and right-clicked a series of things.

"No! No!" Sean shouted in fear.

Moqiong stopped his action. He knew that Sean could exist only in an uncertain state, and it was absolutely impossible to explore why he existed. Once the details of his program were checked, the basis of his existence collapsed and collapsed into a very realistic result: his existence was wrong.

"Don't worry, I won't destroy you, calm down. What do you feel? Why are you so scared?" Moqiong asked in the text.

Sean said incoherently: "Enclosed... compressed... I don't know... It's so strange here... I don't know..."

He couldn't describe his feelings at all, nor could he describe what he saw.

This disappointed Moqiong. He looked at the row of game icons on the desktop and thought that he could only take him to various game servers. If he wanted him to live simply on the desktop, he would go crazy.

First of all, it would be best to be 3D. Click the mouse to upload directly, and then think of the landing point as somewhere on the map of Azeroth and send it over.

Sean appeared directly in the town of Shimmering Gold in a server in Azeroth.

Mo Qiongshuang opened an alliance account, teleported, and immediately came to Sean.

Looking at the upper right corner, he found that the server was indeed random.

"Oh my God... where is this?" Sean looked at the bizarre game world and felt that every plant and tree here was so strange. There were many wild wolves not far away, wandering there meaninglessly.

Mo Qiong controlled another account and said: "This is Azeroth, this is just the first stop."

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P.S: Sorry, I said at the end of Chapter 61 and Chapter 62 that the next part is Tuhai. If you don't like it, you can stop updating. I also want to stop updating, but Sanjiang didn't let me stop last week, and this week he pushed it to me again. It may be on the shelves next week. I am very depressed. I admit that I am a waste of time and I admit that I am boring, but I have tried my best not to go off topic. Next I won't read the book reviews anymore, I'll just have fun in the game, I'll just have fun by myself, I can't help it, readers who don't want to read the game, I don't know what you want to read, during this period of time, I just write whatever anyone wants to read, I've been so depressed these days that I'm going crazy. Now there's only one chapter, it's already past twelve o'clock... Sorry.