This one-sided massacre did not last long.
Under the centaur's iron hooves, a single charge could easily wipe out all the young stone giants.
Timus looked at the excited smiles on the centaurs' faces, but there was no joy on Gerald's face.
At this moment, Timus seemed to understand what Mike meant by 'steps'.
All the centaurs were just enforcers, and they could easily unload the burden of killing.
Only Gerald, who had given the order, took on all of this.
This was the mission that a leader of a clan needed to shoulder.
Timus sighed.
He suddenly felt that in a sense, Gerald might be even more hardworking than the leader of the clan, Phineas.
After all, when Phineas and the others encountered the enemy's invasion, they only needed to escape with their tribesmen.
At this time, the Walibel Valley had regained its peace.