Idiveer led his remaining two thousand five hundred Viking Warriors stumbling back to camp, where they realized something was wrong.
Compared with when they had set out half an hour earlier, water was already flowing across the camp's rocky surface. The stream had quietly vanished, replaced by a muddy river six meters wide, its current as swift as a great river's. Neither bank could be found; there was only the ever-growing floodwater spreading over the ground.
When they reached the mouth of the pool, its true face was fully revealed. Schools of fish and shrimp floated on the surface, giving off tiny flecks of light that flickered in the wind, almost dazzling.
"Damn it!" Idiveer looked toward the top of the waterfall. The volume of water pouring down was clearly nothing like before.
"They tampered with something up there!" Huiduo added.
"What do we do, Leader? Should we make a move?" O'Connor pointed upward and looked at him.
Idiveer glanced at the mountaintop, lowered his head, and sighed. "Alas, things have already come to this. What would be the point? The moment I go up there, at least two of them will be waiting for me. The one left over will immediately lead the Knights' Order to surround and wipe out our warriors. They came at us so aggressively-they must have prepared well in advance." Even now, Idiveer had not realized that the Knights' Order numbered only one thousand, scattered across four positions, rather than the two or three thousand he had imagined.
At those words, O'Connor seemed to lose all his spirit. His legs gave way, and he slumped into the encroaching pool water, his eyes unfocused and his voice weak. "Then what do we do? Just wait here to die?"
Huiduo sat down heavily as well. He removed