"Melt Mountain, Rock Hammer."
Jeming's voice was transmitted through a soul connection into the consciousness of the two Black Giant leaders over two hundred meters tall.
"Lead your clansmen and act as you see fit." Jeming's instructions were concise and clear, "I won't be able to focus on directing next. You'll have to assess the battlefield situation yourselves and coordinate with the other cannon fodder legions in combat."
"Adhere to the will of the Father God." Two heavy, deep voices, like the friction of stones, simultaneously responded in Jeming's consciousness.
The two leaders turned around and began to command the tribe with silent spiritual fluctuations.
