By mid-August, not a drop of rain had fallen since early June. The land had dried up, and a severe drought had struck the Odyssey Region.
In the Reservoir District of Kurd City, groups of Tiger-Cat Men, Fox-people, and Rabbit-people cooled off in small pools along the reservoir's edge.
The drought in the Odyssey Region had not affected Kurd City's operations.
"Thank goodness we moved to Kurd City. Otherwise, this drought would have been a disaster for us!"
The people of the three tribes gathered by the pools to chat as they cooled off.
In the past, when floods and droughts struck one after another, the three tribes suffered their heaviest losses.
Floods and droughts meant fewer prey and smaller harvests—the beginning of famine.
And famine was the beginning of war. They would fight bloody battles with the Bloodclaw Tribe over food, a desperate measure that both secured provisions and reduced their excess population.
Besides the Bloodclaw Tribe, other enemies would also enter the Fox-Rabbit Hills when famine struck.
Years of great disasters were also years of war.
If they had not moved to Kurd City, they would have fought another bloody battle with the Bloodclaw Tribe this year, and their population would have plummeted.
Now they no longer had to worry about famine. Since moving to Kurd City, they had eaten their fill every day.
Their sworn enemy, the Bloodclaw Tribe, had become a thing of the past.
"Medivh really has foresight. He's a good lord who understands irrigation and the people's livelihood!"
The Light Priests did not always stay in Kurd City. They often went out with the Archaeology Skeletons.
The scorching drought in other regions contrasted sharply with the cool, humid air of Kurd City.
One-fifth of Kurd City was made up of deep-water reservoirs. The waterworks