Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Edmund himself was a sixth-order gun-knight, a strength that placed him in the second tier on the battlefield.

The spear in his hand danced in the air, each swing carrying immense power and precise skill.

Facing the charging Orc warriors, he showed no fear, instead meeting them head-on.

His spear was like a living, breathing giant serpent, churning across the battlefield, toppling several charging Orc warriors.

Each flash of the spearhead claimed the life of an Orc.

Edmund's movements were swift and powerful, each strike a heavy blow to the enemy.

Under his leadership, the crossbow cavalry in the vanguard quickly switched tactics, abandoning their crossbows and drawing the swords and shields at their waists, engaging the Orc warriors in close combat.

The crossbow cavalry in the rear guard, following Edmund's orders, quickly retreated, reorganized their formation, and prepared for the next round of firing.

In a recent clash, he had been severely wounded by a gun-wielding knight, leaving an indelible shadow in his heart.

To the Orcs, human faces all seemed to be cast from the same mold, making them difficult to distinguish.

Therefore, Shantu chose to search for his prey on the chaotic battlefield, his gaze fixed on the gun-knight who led the charge.

His strength was not the greatest, but the reason he chose him was because his weapon was a spear.

While Edmund fought and commanded the extraordinary crossbow cavalry to form a formation, assisting the rear guard in breaking free from the Orcs' entanglement, he did not realize that Shantu had quietly marked him as a target for a sneak attack.

Shantu used the chaos and smoke of the battlefield to cautiously approach Edmund.

He was like a beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to pounce.

Each step was light and careful, afraid of alerting his prey.

Edmund seemed to sense something, he looked around, his eyes showing vigilance, but the noise and chaos of the battlefield made it difficult for him to pinpoint the source of the danger.

Having been a guard for the Crown Prince for so long, he knew that he was being targeted by an assassin, or that a master was preparing to ambush him.

Just then, Shantu had quietly approached within striking distance. He held his breath, preparing to launch a sneak attack at Edmund's most unguarded moment.

Shantu's heartbeat gradually accelerated, he gripped the battle axe in his hand, his eyes flashing with a wild light.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and prepared to launch a fatal blow.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from behind, it was the Royal Guard Knights coming.

Edmund suddenly turned around, intending to check on the safety of His Highness the Crown Prince, but he did not expect that his gaze would collide head-on with the lurking Shantu.

At that moment, the joy in his eyes instantly solidified into icy frost. Edmund's gaze clashed fiercely with Shantu's in the air, as if on a silent battlefield, the clang of swords echoed.

"Die!" Shantu let out a thunderous roar, lunging towards Edmund like a ferocious beast.

The distance between the two was only a dozen meters, for Shantu, an eighth-order Orc, this short distance was only a step away.

His figure was like an arrow released from a bowstring, rushing straight at Edmund, the fierce momentum seeming to tear apart any enemy in his path.

Edmund clearly felt the violent power surging from Shantu's body, but he did not flinch, instead, it stimulated his fighting instincts. He let out an angry roar, bravely迎向Shantu's fierce attack.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, Edmund spat out a mouthful of blood under Shantu's powerful force, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string.

Shantu was about to press his attack, but several seventh-order knights quickly seized the opportunity and surrounded him from all directions.

Stopping his further action.

Edmund landed heavily, and his personal guards hurriedly helped him up.

Blood continued to pour from the corner of his mouth, staining the ground red.

At the critical moment of life and death, it was thanks to the family's epic-level armor that shared most of the power of Shantu's attack, otherwise, Edmund would probably have died long ago. Despite his serious injuries, Edmund's will remained firm, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light, preparing to continue fighting.

Hurry to invite Gongli. After saying this, his eyes went black, and he fainted.

The guards quickly lifted Edmund up and evacuated the battlefield as quickly as possible.

When Soren saw the seriously injured Edmund, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Dark One! Dark Two! I want to see that Orc's head." Soren's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion in his command.

"Yes!" The responding voice seemed to come from all directions, and then gradually disappeared into the distance, making it impossible to capture its source.

Soren felt two shadows flash past like ghosts, heading straight for Shantu. There was no fluctuation on his face, and he immediately issued a new order: "Andre, lead the Royal Guard Knights around to the rear and form a pincer attack with the crossbow cavalry to completely cut off the Orc rearguard's retreat."

As the order was conveyed, the situation on the battlefield changed again. The actions of the Royal Guard Knights were swift and orderly, they were like sharp swords, preparing to divide the Orc defense line into two. And those two shadows were the assassins hidden in Soren's hands, their target was Shantu's head, ensuring that the threat of this Orc powerhouse could be completely eliminated.

Shantu witnessed the knights who had annihilated the wolf cavalry rapidly approaching, and he knew that the outcome of this battle could no longer be reversed.

"Warriors! For the tribe, for the Chieftain, for the glory of Gale!" Shantu raised his decapitation blade.

Issued the final call.

The Orc warriors, already in a state of frenzy, let out earth-shattering roars upon hearing Shantu's call.

Their muscles swelled again in the roar, their height seemed to increase by a circle in an instant, and their strength became even more ferocious.

The Orc heavy infantry wielded the giant shields in their hands, the shields were like the palms of giants, directly swatting away a crossbow cavalryman along with his mount, the scene was extremely tragic.

Although these Orc warriors were already in a desperate situation, they still showed amazing combat power and loyalty to the tribe.

They were prepared to use the last spark of their lives to compose a magnificent hymn for the tribe.

Soren slowly raised the Blade of Infinity and shouted loudly: "Knights, let these rabble from the northern wilderness know who is the master of the Eastern Lands."