"It's your turn now," as the waves stopped, and the world started to grow calmer, I said these words to my Bulltors. "Go, scatter in groups of five, kill anything you meet and don't leave anyone alive!"
Although I sat my eyes over these Gollems, there weren't the only enemies in the vicinity. The waves washed away the rest, and might have killed many of them.
But the remaining survivors might create problems for me once they gather together. I wouldn't show them mercy, not when I held the upper hand like that.
Not when I had such impatient and eager Bulltors on my side, eager for battle, eager for blood, eager for revenge.
As they got the order, they sprung fast and vanished from my sight, dispersing into many directions. I wouldn't worry about their safety. Not a single race I saw before here could stand a chance against these merciless creatures at their prime.
