At this time, the palace of the dwarven kingdom was already crowded with various officials. Some of them were generals in charge of military affairs, and some were ministers in charge of finance and engineering.

Regardless of their status, the faces of these dwarves were filled with worry and unease.

Now, their old king has not recovered and is being treated and prayed by several alchemists and sacrifices.

"What can we do now? Lately, the Dwarven Volcano has become more and more abnormal!"

"Yes! Volcanic activity is becoming more frequent, which does not bode well. It could erupt at any moment!"

"It shouldn't be possible! Every eruption of a dwarven volcano has a certain pattern, which has been the law for thousands of years. How can it change?"

......

For a moment, the voices of argument kept coming. Although they have different opinions, they do not dare to speak out loud. After all, their king is still asleep.

Since returning from his last injury, the old dwarven king has rarely been seen in the dwarven court.

Most of the time, the affairs of the kingdom will be handled by a few important ministers trusted by Ari Stark and Sumeru.

The constant sound of a slight cough coming from the closed door made the ministers waiting outside feel restless.

At this time, there were many people standing at the door, many of them alchemists and priests.

They were a little worried about the physical condition of the old king.

In fact, Sumeru's life was not dangerous, but he was older and suffered severe trauma that prevented him from recovering in a short period of time.

In addition, the climate and environment of the dwarven kingdom have recently been affected by volcanic eruptions and have become very harsh. To a certain extent, this also affected the speed of recovery of the old king.

On one side of the queen bed, Stark leaned against the edge of the bed and covered his father with the quilt. His face was indifferent, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Sumeru's face was pale, looking at the gray sky outside the window, and he whispered, "Is there something wrong with the Dwarven Mountains?"

Stark nodded, "Yes, Father! It's the fourth day. But you don't have to worry too much. There are no signs of an eruption of the Dwarven volcano. So far, only black smoke and ash have flown out of the crater."

Sumeru breathed steadily, "Let Philia go to the Land of Origin. Our ancestors will guide us."

Stark nodded and said, "I let her go. It won't be long before we get the answer."

Sumeru nodded, then said to the nearby alchemists and priests, "You go out first, Stark can take care of me here."

The men wanted to say something, but when they saw Stark's mean eyes, they all swallowed their words and left the king's bedroom one by one.

The generals and ministers who remained outside wanted to take the opportunity to report the situation, but they were stopped by several guards and dragged back.

The heavy door closed again, leaving Sumeru and his son alone in the room.

"Father, do you have anything to say?" After a moment of silence, Stark couldn't help but ask.

Sumeru looked out the window again, his eyes a little confused, and said, "I have a feeling that this time the Dwarven Volcano is unusual, very not simple!"

Stark looked confused. He didn't know what his father Sumeru meant.

Sumeru continued, "According to the law of volcanic eruptions in the past, now is not the time to erupt."

Stark replied, "Yes! But the Dwarven Volcano is relatively active at the moment, and now is really not the time to erupt!"

Sumeru shook her head and said, "Something went wrong with this unusual event! I feel like the Dwarven Volcano is slowly brewing and will soon have its next eruption! What is happening now also shows that this eruption is different!"

Stark frowned. "What do we do now?"

Sumeru looked at his son and said, "If it were up to you to decide, what would you do?"

Stark froze, not knowing what to say.

Sumeru smiled and said, "It's okay. Tell me what you think."

Stark

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll let everyone hide underground for a while and observe the changes in the Dwarven Volcano. If this eruption is really serious, then we must get everyone to flee the dwarven kingdom."

Sumeru nodded, "Okay, then we'll do it!"

Stark was taken aback: "Is that all it decided?" Isn't it too hasty? Besides, it's just my idea. Father, what do you think?"

Sumeru waved her hand and said, "Don't worry about my thoughts. The King's Throne will be yours one day. You just need to seize the opportunity of this eruption, show your management skills, and reassure our people."

Stark obviously wanted to say something more, but Sumeru interrupted him, "I'm old, and now I just want to spend the rest of my life in peace, so I think it's time to hand over the throne to you. Your brother, I have told him, and he has promised me to help you defend our common kingdom!"

Stark didn't want to inherit the throne, but now it seemed that he had no choice.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a noble dwarf entered the room.

This is none other than Philia, the high priest of the dwarven kingdom.

She was holding a curtain, which seemed to be covered by something.

Filia came to the old king Sumeru and whispered, "Your Majesty, you'd better be mentally prepared."

Sumeru smiled bitterly, "It doesn't seem like good news."

With that, he slowly opened the curtain and found that it was a stone slab with gold dust shining on it. The powder formed a word - run!

"Escape?" Stark's face froze.

The guidance given by the ancestors was to "run away"?

Both father and son couldn't help but be confused! It's hard to believe that this will be the guidance given by the heroic dwarf ancestors!

Sumeru's face became even more ugly. He looked at Filia solemnly and asked, "Is this really what our ancestors meant?"

Filia nodded, "When I opened the door to the Land of Origin, the slab fell from the top, and the golden sand formed a 'quick escape' around the slab!"

Stark asked in a low voice, "You mean, you haven't even had a ritual yet. No sooner had you opened the door to the Land of Origin than the slab fell?"

Philia nodded, "Yes!"

Stark and his father Sumeru looked at each other, seeing the shock and worry in each other's eyes.

The fact that the ancestors gave such an urgent answer shows how urgent the situation was this time!

They can fully foresee what kind of outcome the dwarven kingdom will face if they continue to delay and do not carry out a big transfer!

"What now? Father!" Stark turned to Sumeru and asked.

Sumeru thought for a moment, then said, "Now we can only follow the guidance of our ancestors and move the whole country!"

Stark didn't speak, just frowned.

But Felia on the other side was a little worried: "Is there no other way? This is our home. We dwarves have been living in the kingdom for thousands of years! Are we going to give up this place?"

Sumeru sighed helplessly, "Philia, you have to understand that our people should be our focus on the most. How can the dwarven kingdom prosper without our people? As long as our people live, there will still be hope for our Kingdom!"

Filia's eyes were red and she shook her head in despair, "No! I can't accept such an ending! We can't just leave the dwarven kingdom. This is a great treasure left to us by our ancestors! We owe it to this great kingdom for generations to come, and we cannot give it up lightly!"

Stark frowned, "Philia! The city was destroyed, and we can rebuild it. But if our dwarves become extinct, that's a real disaster!"

However, Filia was still reluctant to accept such a decision. She kept shaking her head, her eyes full of disappointment and reluctance.

In fact, Stark could understand her feelings. As the high priestess of the dwarves, Philia had the ultimate worship and belief in their ancestors.

Now, how could she accept that the kingdom that her ancestors had built with so many difficulties was about to be abandoned by the dwarves?

Sumeru took a long breath, "Filia, this matter is about the survival of all of us dwarves, and there is no room for discussion. In addition, this slate has proven that our ancestors wanted us to focus on the survival of the dwarves. So don't worry too much about the rest."

Filia closed her lips tightly, then turned and walked towards the door.

Looking at Filia's lonely figure, Sumeru sighed, "Alas, this child has too deep feelings for our kingdom. She does need some time to come to terms with that."

Stark said, "Unfortunately, time won't wait for her! Father, when are we going to start the great relocation?"

Sumeru glanced at the stone slab in front of him and whispered, "Since our ancestors were so eager for us to escape, it is natural that the sooner we migrate, the better."

After saying that, Sumeru lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then said, "You should notify the administrators of the various regions as soon as possible so that they can prepare for the Great Migration!"

Stark asked, somewhat worried, "But does that cause panic?" Moreover, most people have not yet realized the urgency of the situation. If they act too hastily, it may not go well."

Sumeru looked out the window at the dark sky and said, "Don't worry, they're not fools. If this continues, the situation at the Dwarven Volcano will only get worse. At that time, they will naturally see the current situation and will not need our persuasion!"

Stark nodded and said, "Now I'm going to gather all the district administrators and get ready for mass migration!"

"Go ahead!" Sumeru waved her hand with great difficulty, then leaned back on the bed with a look of frustration.

Stark saw everything in his eyes. Although the expression on his face did not change, there was a feeling of emotion in his heart.

His father had lived here for most of his life, and it must have been sad to make such a decision. However, as the king of the Dwarven Kingdom, he must pay more attention to the survival of the people of the kingdom and have to hide his deep reluctance.

......

In a secret meeting hall in the Dwarven Kingdom, the heads of all regions of the entire kingdom gathered here.

None of them knew what the purpose of the meeting was.

"I suppose it's about the recent anomaly of the Dwarven Volcano?"

"Do you think His Majesty has figured out a solution? Just let His Royal Highness the Prince report down, right?"

"Well, I think it's very likely! Your Majesty, you are always there to help us through every difficulty!"

Everyone present is convinced of this. Because over the past few decades, whether it's fighting dragons or fighting barbarians, their king has always ensured the safety of the dwarven kingdom!

At this moment, Stark walked into the conference hall.

All eyes were on him.

However, they felt a hint of anxiety from Stark's somewhat ugly expression.

No one dared to speak, because they had all heard that the prince, who had been wandering for more than ten years, was not very good-tempered.

Stark walked over to the top of the long table, glanced at everyone in the hall, and said, "Today, I'm making an announcement for all of you."

"I think you've seen that the Dwarven Volcano is very unstable in the near future! Therefore, our king has decided to make a great migration in the near future, and all the people will leave the Dwarven Mountains."

Stark's words caused the entire conference hall to burst into flames!

All of them were in disbelief, and the voices of the discussion kept rising. Apparently, they have doubts about such a decision!

Stark didn't stop them from talking, just looked at them coldly, not in a hurry.

After a long time, some of them finally mustered up the courage to stand up and say, "I want to ask Your Highness, is this what Your Majesty meant?"

Stark nodded. "Yes!"

Another stood up and asked, "What's the point of doing this? The Dwarven Volcano was originally an active volcano that has erupted numerous times over the years. Every time we can hide in the underground city, we can live safely without the need for a lot of immigration!"

Star

Gram replied, "This time, the situation is very different. The Dwarven Volcano could usher in an unprecedented eruption, and it could even destroy the entire Dwarven Kingdom!"

Another asked, "Your Highness, how do you know?" After all, this hasn't happened yet!"

Obviously, in the eyes of these people, Stark is not very famous.

If Prince Sumeru or Ridak had announced this, perhaps these regional administrators would not have so many doubts.

Stark said calmly, "High Priest Philia has gone to the Land of Origin to seek guidance from her ancestors, and in the end she has only been given one word, and that is to flee! So, whether you want to accept this fact or not, we will have to do mass migration in the near future."

Another asked, "Is that also the view of the high priest?"

Stark couldn't help but get angry, he was frustrated, as a dwarven prince, wasn't he even as good as a high priest?

Stark held back his anger and said, "The High Priest hasn't made a clear statement yet, but it's about the survival of our dwarves. We have to get out of here."

Those managers couldn't help but look at each other differently, not knowing what they were thinking.

Stark took a breath and said, "I'm just telling you this to get you ready. I'm not here to discuss with you, I'm just here to tell you! This decision was made by our king! So I want you to obey his commands!"

Seeing that these people were still at a loss, Stark suddenly became furious and said coldly, "Don't you believe what I say? Then you can go to the palace and ask my father to confirm it!"

One of them hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Your Highness, we didn't mean that, it's just that it happened very suddenly, and we were a little confused. We'll need some time to digest this shocking news."

Stark snorted. He didn't expect his status in the Dwarven Kingdom to be so low. In any case, he was also a prince, but he did not have the reputation of a prince.

Of course, these people did not want to offend the future king!

They all knew that the old king valued Stark more and would pass the throne to him in the future. Although they prefer Prince Ridak, Prince Ridak has already publicly stated that he will not accept the throne.

Therefore, it was only a matter of time before Stark became the next Dwarven king.

Stark said coldly, "Everything I'm about to say has already been said. What do you do next? I don't think I need to say any more! If there are obstacles and other problems in the immigration process, I will work with you to solve them!"

"Considering that the migration needs to be prepared, we set the time for four days! You'd better hurry up and don't make mistakes!"

With that, Stark left the chamber without looking back.

After Stark left the chamber, the conversation began again.

They didn't expect the anomaly of the Dwarven Volcano to cause such a serious situation. Of course, they will still tell the High Priestess Filia in secret!

This is not because they don't trust Stark, but because Felia has a high reputation in the Dwarven Kingdom. If they can get her approval, a statement and explanation will be issued to the dwarves of the area.

After leaving the chamber, Stark did not return to the palace, but walked towards a remote house.

When he came to the door of a humble stone house, he stopped and looked up at the roof. Unsurprisingly, he saw the familiar figure by the eaves.

Filia looked at the dwarven kingdom in front of her and said coldly, "What are you going to do? Convince me? It's not necessary. Now that you've made your decision, I'm not going to stop or interfere with you, so you can rest assured!"

Stark smiled wryly. "I'm not worried about that. I know you're not going to stop the migration."

Filia frowned and said angrily, "What are you going to do? Like me, do you see the scenery?"

Stark walked up the side stone staircase to the rooftop.

Felia didn't stand up, but still sat there, her back to Stark.

Stark said, "I'm afraid you're going to do something stupid!"

Filia was a little surprised, and then replied coldly, "

I don't need your care, I'm fine now!"

Stark said, "Do you remember when your father didn't agree with you and locked you in the house to stop you from coming out? But in the end, you slipped out of the window and got beaten?"

Hearing Stark mention the embarrassment of her childhood, Felia turned to her side and glared at Stark, "Shut up!"

Stark wasn't angry. He slowly walked over to Filia and sat down on the edge of the eaves.

He looked at the magnificent dwarven kingdom and sighed and said, "Actually, I know you're conflicted! You don't want to see the kingdom left by our ancestors in trouble, you want to stay and protect it, but you can't go against their will. Am I right?"

Filia did not deny or admit it, but remained silent.

Stark continued, "But, I hope you understand that the Dwarven Kingdom was built by countless Dwarves. There are no dwarves, it's just a lonely city with no vitality. So, as long as our people are still safe, beyond the mountains, we can still build a new kingdom!"

"As long as our people live, the dwarven kingdom will never be destroyed! We have the best architects, engineers, winemakers and designers in the world. We have a people in a country, and we can rebuild a great kingdom!"

With that, Stark slowly stood up and walked down the stairs, leaving Filia alone, still staring at the kingdom beneath her feet, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ace slowly woke up in a daze. He opened his eyes and found himself still trapped in the boulder.

He was a little confused, and just now he clearly saw his current situation. What happened during this time, and why don't you remember anything?

Ace felt unreal, like a dream, but he forgot what he had experienced in the dream.

But one thing he can be sure of is that after experiencing the "dream" just now, his strength seems to have increased!

He felt that the magic in his body was getting smoother and smoother, and the abdomen that had been kicked by Chinobi had recovered as before, and there would be no more bruises.

Ace put his hand on the ground, and the whole person stood up and rushed out.

However, no sooner had he emerged from the boulder than a sword-colored longsword flew towards him, forcing him to come back again.

At this time, the lines on Chinoby's chest had disappeared, and he still had two golden long swords in his hands.

Ace was forced to retreat!

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chinoby's mouth, "Looks like you have no way to escape!"

But the next second, Tonobi was surprised to find that the scene around him had changed dramatically.

He saw himself suspended in the void, surrounded by countless shining stars, and on the top of those stars, there were dragons' souls.

At this point, Chinobi didn't understand. Although he was careful, he eventually fell into the virtual world set by Ace.

You know, Ace has made great progress in space magic, so even in the face of the War King Chinobi, he can use space magic with ease.

Unfortunately, Ace's understanding of time-based magic is not sufficient at the moment. He can't take advantage of time to stand still in a state of stillness for Chinobi. If it can be done, Chinobi will also become a live target in front of Ace.

Ace floated in the void not far away, and he looked at Chinobi coldly, "In my world, what can you do even if you are the king of war?"

Chinobi was expressionless. Before that, he had to admit that he did underestimate Ace. Although he realized that Ace's strength had increased considerably, he didn't expect to make such great progress!

"What do you know? What does the Warlord mean? How do you possibly know?" Chinobi said coldly, and then he held the two golden swords tightly and rushed towards Ace again.

Ace didn't mean to dodge at all. He just waited quietly, waiting for Chinobi's charge. In the outside world, Chinobi may be a difficult opponent to deal with, but in his own world, Ace is very confident.

Just as Chinobi's golden sword stabbed Ace more than ten meters in front of him, a deafening loud bang was heard in the distance.