"Your Majesty, at this time, you must hold on!"
Minister of Foreign Affairs Moyi hurriedly stepped forward to support the Dwarf King and advised.
An epic-level natural disaster is beyond human capability to withstand.
First, the divine spirits fell, followed by the fall of The Kingdom of God, directly elevating the "hundred-thousand-year catastrophe" to a peak.
Even if they, the orchestrators behind the scenes, came forward to claim they fabricated this, the outside world would not believe it.
The lie being too close to the truth is also a kind of trouble.
"Rest assured, I can hold on!
Quickly send someone to contact the Elf Race; their heritage is the deepest, and they might know some information unknown to us."
The Dwarf King said, enduring his anger.
The moment that tests the destiny of the Dwarf Kingdom is about to arrive.
Our own kingdom is severely injured, while our neighbors are just slightly harmed, which will surely further stimulate their ambitions.
