Thus, a mighty wave of public opinion spread rapidly through the Northern Frontier.
Like a tide, it swept from one city to another.
Most races, thinking, "It won't cost us anything to take a look," began gathering people and heading toward Green Field City.
"Will the Dwarf Clan get angry?" This was also the question that concerned all the major races.
But on second thought, "Even if the Dwarf Clan gets angry, they'll only go after Green Field City. What does that have to do with small fry like us?"
"Whoever wins, we'll side with them!"
The 1:50 exchange rate was indeed shocking.
Even some races that had once received help from the Dwarf Clan now wanted to go have a look, now that there was another Trading Market.
It was easy to shake one's soul, but hard to shake one's interests. It wasn't that they didn't want to refuse—it was simply offering too much!
Of course, these races did not trust it so easily. They merely brought a small amount of resources, sent out teams, and remained on the sidelines.
South of the Northern Frontier stood a towering active volcano, radiating endless heat as sulfur and thick smoke continuously poured from its crater.
Near the volcano was an enormous inscription formation, like a cage that firmly restrained nature's primordial beasts.
Using the "Volcano Harmonization Inscription Combination," the Dwarf Clan continuously extracted geothermal energy from the volcano. It secured their energy supply while keeping the volcano stable over the long term.
This was a great Level Three Civilization technology!
Yet at this moment, the Dwarf Clan was far from peaceful. A rival had suddenly emerged, and its overwhelming momentum had even affected their subsidiary civilizations.
"Many vassal civilizations are growing restless."
"Should we deploy the army to suppress