Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren's actions seemed slow and deliberate, yet this composure gave the soldiers the illusion of being assured of victory.

They saw Prince Soren's calm and confidence, and their hearts were filled with faith.

In their eyes, Prince Soren was their leader, the hope for their victory.

As the troops advanced, the soldiers' morale grew higher and higher. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

In the Stam region, the Orc vanguard was also gathering.

The two armies were like two mountains about to collide, a tense atmosphere permeating the air.

Countess Fiana stood on the city wall, gazing at the nearly two hundred thousand strong Orc vanguard, and couldn't help but gasp.

That dark, oppressive mass, like a surging tide, brought endless pressure.

Jean Lerang stared intently at the distant Orc army, quickly making a judgment: "The vanguard alone is two hundred thousand, so the Orc main force should exceed two million." Although his voice was calm, it revealed deep concern.

Hearing this assessment, Corena and Yaso's faces turned pale.

Faced with such a massive Orc army, this war would be an extremely difficult challenge.

Corena gripped the sword in her hand tightly, her eyes revealing a firm determination.

Yaso also straightened his chest; although young, he possessed indomitable courage.

They began to organize the soldiers, strengthen defenses, and prepare to meet the Orcs' attack.

Countess Fiana decisively dispatched two more legion detachments into the fortress cluster, which was also the maximum force limit it could currently accommodate.

"Lord, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived." The messenger's voice made Countess Fiana overjoyed. She was just about to lead people to greet him. However, the messenger continued: "His Highness instructs you to lead the army to follow him and deploy in front of the fortress cluster to await him."

Hearing this order, Aiqi Mili was the first to disagree.

She knew the Orcs' strength well; in open field battles, no creature was a match for the Orcs.

She looked at Countess Fiana with concern, hoping she could refuse the order.

Countess Fiana pondered for a long while, then gritted her teeth and said: "Understood, pass down the order, move out of the city to meet the enemy." She understood that Prince Soren's decision must have a deeper meaning. As a subordinate, she had to resolutely execute the order.

When Soren arrived, he saw Countess Fiana deploying most of the forces from the Stam region, two hundred thousand troops, directly in front of the fortress cluster, though not too far away.

Clearly, Countess Fiana intended to use the range of the fortresses to cover the army.

Soren smiled slightly, instructing people to transport the newly purchased magic cannons onto the fortress cluster.

Each turret on top of the fortresses was equipped with a magic cannon.

Mainly because this batch of newly purchased magic cannons was too large; the turrets originally designed for two cannons could only accommodate one in the end.

These magic cannons would become an important weapon for them to fight against the Orcs, providing powerful fire support for the army.

On the other side, Tamiro, the commander of the Orc vanguard, looked at the deployed human army, a cruel smile appearing on his lips.

In his opinion, these humans were simply courting death, daring to confront the powerful Orc army in the open field.

A certain Orc powerhouse scornfully mocked: "These foolish humans actually didn't huddle in their turtle fortresses, and dared to come out."

His contempt for humans was overflowing, as if this battle was already a guaranteed victory.

Karon Hellscream, the chieftain of the Swiftwind Tribe, quickly said: "Lord Commander, please be careful. These human armies are very powerful, far exceeding the human armies we have seen before."

He knew that the strength of the human army should not be underestimated. Especially after experiencing the last battle, he was even more vigilant towards humans.

Faltu agreed with this. One hundred battle-hardened wolf riders were shot to death in less than a minute.

This showed that the archers on those fortress bastions were extraordinary.

Faltu said: "Lord Commander, we must be careful of those human fortress bastions. If they don't come out, I suggest not launching an attack rashly." His cautious attitude stood out among the Orc generals.

Teomi Crazy Warhammer, the Orc heavy infantry commander, directly unleashed a group taunt: "You trash who have been scared out of your wits by humans, our Orc heavy infantry are invincible on the continent. Even if they defend the city, we have full confidence in capturing the fortress."

Both sides were meticulously arranging their formations, the air filled with tension.

Subsequently, both sides were waiting for an opportunity, a decisive battle was about to erupt.

Teomi, the commander of the Orc heavy infantry, was as burly as a small mountain, his muscles bulging all over his body, as if containing endless power.

His bronze skin gleamed like metal in the sunlight, and his messy brown hair danced in the wind.

Teomi's face was as firm as if carved with a knife, and beneath his thick eyebrows, a pair of copper bell-like eyes burned with a fanatical fire of war. His eyes were full of longing for battle and obsession with victory. "Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Three war cries completely ignited the entire Orc army.

All the Orcs revealed fanatical expressions, as if infused with infinite power.

Teomi shouted loudly: "Boys, see those humans across the way? As long as we kill them all, we can eat meat tonight!"

Greedy and fierce lights flickered in the Orcs' eyes. They craved battle and longed for victory.

Tamiro, the commander of the Orc vanguard, was a shaman, wearing a robe made of strange beast skin,

covered with mysterious runes.

He was tall and upright, although not as strong as Teomi, he exuded a mysterious and majestic aura.

Tamiro's face was thin, his eyes deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

He wore a headdress made of beast bones on his head, inlaid with various gems, shining with a mysterious light.

He raised his hand, and the shaman legion behind him immediately understood, beginning to beat war drums and sing war songs.

The passionate war drums and the loud war songs intertwined, full of power and passion.

Encouraged by the war songs, the Orcs' bodies slightly expanded, and the veins in the muscles on their bodies began to bulge. They became more ferocious and more fearless.

The Orcs were about to launch a full-scale attack, which was also the style of the Orcs' war with the Human Empire all along,

always pushing forward, using more troops if they couldn't win.

Tactics were just clouds in front of absolute power.

Obviously, due to long-standing confidence, the fortress cluster was just a small fortress in the Orcs' eyes. Even if there were more, they could easily break through.

The northwestern heavy city of Fuljia could not withstand the Orcs' attack, let alone these small fortress bastions.