A first-generation civilization's path of development was nothing more than unification and division, integration and divergence. In the end, a relatively stable social structure would be achieved in the current environment.
A species would gradually form its own nation, its own culture, and its own territory. Many practical situations would have to be taken into consideration.
Chaotic cultural and racial differences were all obstacles in the way of unity. However, these were all obstacles that could be eliminated with proper policy guidance and enough time. The core key that couldn't be overcome was an objective factor that most people ignored — transportation.
That's right, this seemingly insignificant restriction objectively determined the limits of a society's development.
The further away one was from the other, the less communication there would be. Naturally, individual cultures, dialects, and ideas would be formed. Naturally, the higher-ups wouldn't be able to communicate with each other. Naturally, the benefits of each individual group would be higher than the benefits of the entire group. This would naturally lead to division.
In modern and modern civilizations, due to the ease of transportation and communication, this situation would improve. However, in the chaotic Middle Ages and East Asia, this would lead to an endless cycle of division, unification, and division.
Unifying the specifications of all vehicles, constructing roads and relay stations, and unifying the language and measurements would always be the only path from a tribal system to a unified country.
But in Ansorenne, due to the existence of the magical mist, this restriction of transportation was impossible to overcome. However, some things were different from the very beginning.
When everything outside the magic fog became invisible, and when they reached the second city and had to pass through the dangerous and dark magic fog area, the Calamity Grade environmental restrictions were placed in front of them. It was highly unlikely that a stable country with several cities and millions of residents would exist.
In history, there was no lack of great tribal leaders and strategists who had spent half their lives conquering the East and West, creating several countries that were united by their own cities. However, none of these cities had survived more than a hundred years.
However, Ansorenne wasn't without a country. In some areas, there were large countries that ruled over an entire area. However, their structures were quite similar, or rather, quite strange — one city, one country.
The inner city was the core of the original residents. The newly conquered residents would travel thousands of kilometers to move to the outer city. They themselves would be the coolies in building the outer city, layer by layer. The more layers there were in the inner city, the larger the city would be.
War wasn't only about resources and land … Actually, since the investment was far too high, land wasn't important at all. Instead, the population (labor force and slaves) that the ambitious rulers would use to continuously expand their cities.
When the equipment and resources to expel the Magic Fog could no longer support the expansion of the city, the outer city became the Black Street in the Magic Fog area, while the nobles and merchants in the inner city enjoyed a leisurely life in the safe and bright Light District.
When the city reached its physical and controllable limits, the dark outer city would become a controllable farmland. Not only would it produce food, but it would also produce people, minerals, forests, and many other resources. The outer city that was equipped with small anti-fog equipment could also become an industrial park filled with factories.
After a few generations, whether it was the nobles in the inner city or the slaves in the outer city, they would all be used to such social institutions. By then, a large city state, a specialty of Ansorenne, would be born.
Rorschach used reading to fight the long and boring journey. He laid on a deck chair and looked at the stars in the sky. He put down the notebook in his hand and fell into a long period of contemplation.
This was a scheduled ferry above the clouds. It used a specially maintained cloud channel, and was the only way to enter and exit Cape Town during the thunderstorm season.
Although the journey was slow, the ferry was large enough that even pack animals could board. It was quite comfortable.
The expensive ferry ticket also came with good service. There was food, drinks, and entertainment. There was even a newly copied deck of poker cards. In this aspect, the people of Cape Town were really "keeping up with the times".
On the other side of the deck, there was a small soccer field. Some of the passengers and sailors were already having fun. Although in Rorschach's eyes, they were just a bunch of smelly feet, judging from the smiles on their faces and the noise, at least the participants were having a great time.
The entire city … no, the majority of Cape Town's citizens gave Rorschach the impression that they were in good spirits. They were always smiling and full of energy, and they were looking forward to their future lives.
In a way, the citizens' mentality and spirit reflected the country's current situation. Right now, everything was good. As long as they worked hard, they would be able to reap rewards. As long as they weren't lazy, they wouldn't starve to death. The future seemed even better, so of course they would be happy.
There were unemployed everywhere. Factories had closed down, foreign wars had been disrespectful, and their hard-earned salaries couldn't keep up with inflation. Naturally, they would be filled with resentment.
Cough, it seemed that I had gone off topic again. Rorschach closed his eyes on the deck chair and muttered to himself.
"… They've probably been waiting for this day for a long time. They just had to find a reason to do so. "
They? The New Aishi Gods of the wastelands.
Rorschach had been a descender for more than two years now. He now understood that this world wasn't as bright and interesting as he had imagined it to be. Everywhere he went, there would always be people and things that would fight over personal benefits.
Cape Town was about to rise up, or at least was showing signs of rising up. Naturally, the "countries" around Cape Town were anxious. After all, the more Cape Town took, the less Cape Town would be mine. When Cape Town became strong to a certain extent, it was even possible that Cape Town would demand that Cape Town submit to Cape Town.
However, directly sending troops to kill Cape Town would be quite difficult. First of all, they might not necessarily win. Second of all, Lei Ji was quite annoying. Second of all, there was no reason for them to join forces and attack Cape Town.
Once news of the Aishi Gods joining forces to attack Cape Town's residents spread, the self-proclaimed protectors and protectors of Cape Town would definitely be embarrassed. It was even possible that some of the Aishi Gods would be beaten up by the local Aishi Gods … Although, everyone knew that such things were more or less common in remote places.
It could be said that the news of the "Lord of Cape Town's Evil God worshipper" came at just the right time. It gave the local Aishi Gods the excuse they needed the most.
"… It's so annoying. If this continues, even fake news will become real news. And no matter if the news is real or not, what's coming next will be a detestable … war."
"The Horned Elephant Tribe is the true … true war criminals! For so many … years, they've been constantly … waging war against everyone. So many people have died because of this! My brother … my mother … "
Xixi's stuttering in the common tongue was filled with hatred. She was now on the airship with shackles and handcuffs. She glared at the laughing crowd, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised hatred.
"… My head hurts."
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