"This is going to be difficult..." Sui Xiong sprawled across the conference table, staring mournfully at the translucent model of the Main Plane floating before him.
The model was an artifact made from divine power, capable of accurately reflecting the general state of the Main Plane. Sui Xiong used it to monitor the drought, and it was extremely reliable.
On the translucent model, most regions of the Main Plane showed patches of withered yellow, some darker, some lighter. The worst area was around the capital of the Gold Coin Federation—just as always, the Goddess of Wealth lacked resolve. First come, first served; when she made it rain, she had not dared to act too recklessly, and as a result, she had not managed to seize much rainwater.
In contrast, the grasslands were in far better shape. The Orc Pantheon had acted decisively, practically pouring water straight onto the ground. Before the Lord of Order stopped them, they had dumped at least the equivalent of two years' normal rainfall onto the Great Grasslands, even causing floods across the land. The floodwaters had not even receded yet, so naturally drought was out of the question.
To be honest, Sui Xiong rather admired the Orc Pantheon for actually going that far... Turning drought relief into flooding—what on earth had they been thinking?
"What else could they have been thinking? They must have calculated long ago that the Lord of Order would forbid it, so they seized the time to get as much water as possible," Morani said with a smile.
As an old friend, he knew the Orc Pantheon best. After all, he himself had once been considered one of the Orc Pantheon. They all knew each other inside out and were familiar with one another's way of doing things.
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