A Hollow Victory

"Stop! Don't go! You fools!" the captain shouted in frustration, but his words fell on deaf ears as more beastmen continued to charge towards the stream.

Even if more than 200 elite beastmen held the line and used their weapons to fend off the beastmen who were trying to run towards the stream, it didn’t work. This only made the already crude formation worse.

The leader's commands fell on deaf ears as the relentless pull of thirst overcame any semblance of discipline. Despite his efforts, the beastmen surged forward toward the stream, their movements desperate and uncoordinated.

In a matter of moments, chaos erupted as the thirsty beastmen plunged into the water, heedless of the danger lurking within the archer towers. The sounds of their joyous gulping echoed across the battlefield, mingling with the shouts of warning from their comrades.

The leader's frustration boiled over as he watched the scene unfold before him. With each passing moment, his hopes for a coordinated assault on I