The subordinate felt extremely wronged by the God of the Wilderness's reproach.
They had moved these supplies again and again over the past two days, first from low ground to higher ground.
Then, after returning, they had moved them from the first floor of the higher ground to the second floor. In the end, seeing that even the second floor could not hold out, they had moved some of the supplies that were not afraid of rainwater onto the rooftops, then covered them with tarpaulins.
But as the water level rose, even the supplies stored on the second floor were no longer secure. The second floors in the low-lying areas had already begun to be flooded.
As for the rooftops, there were no longer that many rooftops for them to store things on.
"Damn it!" The God of the Wilderness could not help cursing under his breath. This torrential rain had actually fallen to such an extent that it had turned the city straight into a pool.
Of course, in truth, aside from the supplies, the situation of the legion soldiers under them was also extremely bad at this moment.
Because the streets had been completely submerged, they could only cling to rooftops and the second floors of houses. Most of the men even had to rely on dilapidated wooden planks to temporarily avoid the water.
If they were only soaked in this water for a day or two, that would still be fine. But if they were soaked for ten days to half a month, then when the time came, forget fighting—they would probably collapse into a routed army outright.
"Now I finally know why those fellows haven't attacked!" After calming down for a moment, the God of the Wilderness looked toward the God of Hunting and those fellows