Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Prince stood there, staring blankly at Brel, seemingly still in shock.

Just now, he thought his plan was about to succeed—his dagger had almost touched Brel's chest. However, at this critical moment, Brel's knightly sword was deflected at an almost impossible angle, drawing a bizarre arc in the air, and like a shooting star, unexpectedly pierced Prince's chest.

Blood slowly seeped from Prince's chest, staining his clothes red.

He looked down at the knightly sword piercing his body, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

His dagger was now only a few centimeters away from Brel's chest, but these few centimeters were like an uncrossable chasm.

Brel looked at Prince, without much emotional fluctuation in his eyes, and said calmly, "You have indeed changed, even resorting to such sinister means." His voice revealed a hint of disappointment and helplessness.

Prince looked up at Brel, a wry smile on his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, it turned into a weak apology: "Teacher, I'm sorry."

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the bits and pieces of his apprenticeship under Brel in his youth.

Those days and nights spent together, those strict yet loving teachings, were as clear as if they had happened yesterday.

However, time had passed, and everything was no longer the same as it once was.

Prince felt increasingly weak, his life force rapidly draining from his body.

He tried hard to stay awake, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes, completely sinking into endless darkness.

Brel looked at Prince's falling figure, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He suddenly pulled out the knightly sword, the blood on the blade flashing an eerie light in the sunlight.

He didn't look back at Prince, but slowly turned around and walked towards the depths of the battlefield.

At the same time, the battle at the South Gate had also entered a feverish stage.

Although the defending soldiers occupied a favorable geographical position, they began to feel overwhelmed in the face of the Third Legion's tidal wave of charges and fearless spirit of sacrifice.

Soldiers on the city wall fell one by one, and the line of defense was gradually torn open.

At the moment of Prince's death, the defending soldiers at the South Gate finally showed signs of collapse.

Their morale completely broke down, and they could no longer mount an effective resistance.

The soldiers of the Third Legion poured into the breach in the city wall, engaging in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the defenders. Soon after, the city gate was completely breached.

The Royal Guard Knights, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed into the fortress like thunder the moment the city gate opened.

The entire fortress instantly plunged into chaos and slaughter, the sounds of battle resounding through the sky.

"We won!" Brel raised his long sword and shouted loudly.

This battle for the South Gate ultimately ended in the victory of the Third Legion.

They paid a huge price, but finally succeeded in opening the city gate, creating favorable conditions for the subsequent attack of the main force.

Thinking of this name, a complex emotion welled up in Brel's heart.

Raine stood silently beside him, his eyes revealing deep fatigue and sorrow.

After breaking through the South Gate, the Third Legion did not participate in any other battles. Of the ten thousand soldiers who entered the city, less than six thousand survived.

These soldiers were all elites he had personally trained, but now only so few remained, and his heart was filled with pain and self-blame.

Sauron walked to Brel's side and said with a smile, "Minister Brel, congratulations on taking Mons Fortress."

Brel looked up at Sauron and shook his head with a wry smile: "Your Highness, this old minister is old." His voice revealed a deep helplessness and fatigue.

Sauron sat silently on the chair next to him, his expression becoming serious: "I have been targeted by assassins. I don't know where they come from, but the only thing I can be sure of is that they are very strong. Last time, if it weren't for the help of Hiltin and Ito, I would probably be dead."

Brel, who was still wiping his sword, suddenly froze, his hand stopping in its movement.

His pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of shock and worry flashed across his face.

Immediately, his eyes returned to normal. Brel slowly said, "After Prince's death, I searched his belongings and found that he had been in contact with a mysterious organization. This organization is very secretive and powerful, and may be related to the assassins you encountered."

"Oh? How do you say that?" Sauron frowned, feeling that this matter seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

Brel told Sauron in detail about Prince's belongings and his contact with the mysterious organization.

The two began to discuss the mysterious organization and the assassins in depth. Their conversation was complex and profound, leaving Raine and Hiltin, who were beside them, feeling confused.

But they could feel the seriousness and urgency of the matter.

As night fell, the lights in the fortress gradually lit up.

Brel and Sauron's discussion continued, they must find out the true identity and purpose of this mysterious organization as soon as possible to ensure the safety and stability of the empire.

Finally, the two came to a conclusion, but it still needed to be verified.

"The final result can only be determined by capturing Prince Corin." Brel quickly made a judgment.

That organization was too mysterious, and the matters involved were a bit too big, even this rebellion of the four princes might be related to that mysterious organization.

Thinking of this, Sauron couldn't help but rub his temples.

In the game, this Blood Tears organization has always been a shit-stirrer of chaos on the continent, constantly creating conflicts and triggering wars.

"That's why I feel a headache, it's not easy to catch that old fox, Prince Corin."

As Sauron said this, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he suddenly remembered an extremely important thing.

After the Tyrant Sauron line was completed, Little Day spent three years launching the new DLC, Another Continent's Conflict. At that time, the price was as high as 599, and at that time, it was only a simple introduction on the expansion pack.