Chapter 929 - Military Deliberations (Part 1) (1/2)

On the huge warship floating in the vast void, the Orc gods were having a meeting.

“The war on Earth is not going very well.”

“It’s not as simple as ‘not going very well!’ The advantages that the humans have accumulated over the years are much too great. Even if the Orcs have many ideas, they can gain nothing more than temporary advantages. However, if this drags on, their advantages will slowly be used up.”

“The food supply is already in danger.”

“There’s nothing I can do about it. The productivity of the Prairie is limited. And now, we are even understaffed.”

“Think of something even if there’s nothing you can do about it!”

After the “Sky Devourer Canine,” Lefon, died on the battlefield, the “Iron Mask Ferocious Spirit,” Snakenell, returned to power as the new Master God of the Orcs. Listening to the gods discuss and argue made him frown and his mind was filled with annoyance.

He was not the type skilled in strategizing to start with. When it came to fighting battles, his vocabulary was limited to nothing more than two lines. One was “Charge, charge, charge,” and the other was “Kill, kill, kill.” Both lines were symmetrical in form. Their meanings were simple and straightforward, which meant that he could not handle too many situations.

By contrast, the late Lefon had a clear mind and a meticulous way of thinking. The way he did things was far more organized than Snakenell.

Though Snakenell had always been unwilling to admit, as far as the position of Master God was concerned, Lefon was indeed more deserving than he was.

What a pity, Lefon was dead…

Snakenell sighed inwardly and said helplessly, “Stop quarrelling. If you all go on quarrelling like this, we won’t have an outcome even if you all quarrel till the next year.”

“In that case, what are your plans, Your Majesty?”

“Yes, you should make the final decision!”

Looking at the trusting and expectant looks the gods gave him, Snakenell could not help feeling a slight headache.

“The problem with the shortage of food is not difficult to resolve. We just need to get some food for them, that’ll do…”

“But this may violate the rules set by His Majesty, the Master of Order!”

It was only now that Snakenell recalled the crux of the problem and could not help feeling even more distressed.

“Why am I not the one who perished together with our enemies when we led our God Kingdom to war previously? It’s a complete blunder to let the wise die and leave the fool to hold the fort and run the show!” he thought.

He was secretly complaining in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could only try his best to rack his brain for solutions.

After a long time, he said, “Let’s go consult and discuss this with the Goddess of the Ocean. She should be able to provide enough food.”

“The Sea race?” asked the Orc gods as they looked at each other. There were even a handful whose eyes lit up at the mention of the Sea race.

The Main Plane was extremely vast, with a huge continent and a big ocean. The Sea race who lived in the sea had abundant resources, but they seldom had contact with the other races living on land.

If they could get the support of the Sea race, just the problem with food supply would definitely be solved!

“But… the Goddess of the Ocean is not very inclined to help us…” said a god as he frowned. “The Sea race and the others like us on the land don’t have much to do with each other. And because of her control over the Sea race near the coastal waters, the former Goddess of the Ocean often mobilized the Sea people into launching invasions. Although we were all fighting each other, at least there was still some form of contact between us. The current Goddess of Ocean has given up on the Sea race near the coastal waters all at once and focused on commanding the Sea race of the high seas. The contact with the land is so minimal that only one trading port at Garth City remains operational. It’s going to be very difficult if we want to persuade them to help us.”