Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Tamiro realized that if things continued this way, their army would suffer a devastating blow.

He took a deep breath and began to cast his shamanic spells.

He waved his staff with both hands, chanting incantations, and a green light emanated from his staff, gradually expanding to form a huge shield.

This shield enveloped a portion of the orcs, blocking the incoming arrows.

Faltu, seeing Tamiro's actions, also perked up. He mounted his dire wolf and shouted to the wolf cavalry behind him, "Warriors, follow me! We'll charge in from the side and disrupt the humans' attack rhythm!" With that, he took the lead, leading the wolf cavalry towards the flank of the human army.

The wolf cavalry, like black lightning, cut a curve across the battlefield, their scimitars glinting coldly in the sunlight.

Karon, seeing Faltu's actions, was unwilling to be outdone. He shouted to his Swiftwind tribe members, "Swiftwind warriors, we will meet the human infantry head-on! Let them see our strength!"

The orcs of the Swiftwind tribe roared and charged towards the human infantry.

Having fought the human army for so many years, they had never retreated, let alone withdrawn.

There were only orcs who died in battle, no orcs who fled.

They would absolutely not allow a defeat in their first battle to conquer the human empire.

Tamiro was very confident in the combat power of the orc army. He was sure that he could take the entire Stamm region with a strong attack, but the price to pay would be too great.

Considering future development, he was cautiously probing.

Now, he could no longer afford to hesitate.

Because Tamiro knew very well that if he could not conquer the fortress cluster in front of him this time, the huge casualties and losses would inevitably be blamed on him. At that time, not only would he die, but the tribe would also suffer.

Although they were not numerically superior, they engaged in fierce close combat with the human infantry, relying on their strong bodies and brave fighting style.

The situation on the battlefield became complicated once again.

The human's arrow rain, the infantry's charge, the catapults' attack, intertwined with the orc's shield, the wolf cavalry's assault, and the Swiftwind tribe's frontal assault.

The shouts of battle, the sound of arrows piercing the air, the sound of stones falling, and the sound of weapons colliding were endless.

Lives were lost every moment, and every piece of land was soaked in blood.

In the center of the battlefield, the orc heavy infantry had approached the defense range of the fortress cluster.

When the two sides' infantry were less than twenty meters apart, the orcs in front no longer encountered arrow or stone attacks.

Obviously, these heavy weapons were also afraid of accidentally injuring friendly forces.

The orcs began to strike their shields with their huge weapons, making rhythmic banging sounds, as if to demonstrate their strength to the human army.

The human infantry gripped their weapons tightly, waiting in formation.

Archers continuously shot arrows at the orcs from within the fortresses and from the battlements. Although the density of arrows was not as great as the previous volley, they were more accurate and would not deviate so far.

Sauron stood on a high platform, calmly observing the situation on the battlefield.

He gave instructions to the generals beside him from time to time.

Countess Fiana personally led a portion of the infantry, building a line of defense in front of the fortress. She waved the longsword in her hand, inspiring the soldiers to fight bravely.

The orc heavy infantry finally rushed to the front of the fortress cluster.

They began to attack the fortress's defensive facilities with huge weapons.

Some heavy infantrymen slammed the walls of the fortress with war hammers, each impact causing the fortress to tremble slightly.

However, this time, these orc heavy infantrymen discovered that these city walls were much stronger than the earth and stone walls built by humans in the past.

A hammer blow would only cause cracks to appear on the surface, unlike in the past, when they would collapse in pieces.

The empire's soldiers threw long spears and arrows at the orcs from the shooting holes in the fortress, trying to stop their attacks.

The second layer of the city wall had a large protruding area, and the shooting holes facing down could aim at the orcs attacking the city wall below, while the small shooting holes allowed the archers inside not to worry about falling down.

The orc shamans also came to the front of the fortress, and they began to cast some powerful offensive magic.

A huge lightning bolt struck down from the sky, hitting the top of a fortress.

The human soldiers on the fortress were shaken and staggered.

But the human mages immediately joined forces and cast a huge magic shield, covering the entire fortress cluster.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties, but neither was willing to retreat.

The crossbow cavalry gradually gained some advantage with their superb horsemanship and cavalry crossbows.

They began to divide the wolf cavalry and defeat them one by one.

And on the battlefield where the goblins once were, only a mess of corpses remained.

Some goblins who had not yet died struggled painfully on the ground, making weak cries for help.

But neither humans nor orcs had the mind to pay attention to them.

As time passed, the intensity of the battle did not weaken at all.

The orc's follow-up troops began to pour onto the battlefield continuously, and the humans also transferred more reinforcements from the rear.

The entire battlefield was like a huge meat grinder, constantly devouring lives.

Inside the fortress, engineers were working frantically to repair the facilities damaged by the orc attacks.

They were racing against time, because once the fortress's defenses were breached, the human army would face great danger.

At the same time, the mages were also working hard to maintain the magic shield, their foreheads were covered with sweat, and their magic power was constantly being consumed.

The vanguard commander Tamiro personally came to the front line.

His tall and slightly hunched figure was particularly conspicuous on the battlefield, and the shaman robe he wore fluttered in the wind.

He waved the staff in his hand that emitted a faint green light, chanting ancient shamanic spells.

With his spells, the surrounding air began to distort, like a calm lake being thrown into a boulder, rippling with strange ripples.

Some mysterious forces gathered around him, those forces showing a faint green light, like materialized ghosts wrapped around him.

Between the flashes of light, some mysterious runes could be faintly seen flowing in it, as if they were symbols from another world.

He launched these forces towards the human magic shield, and saw that the ball of faint green force, like a green meteor, cut through the sky and sped towards the shield.

When it hit the shield, it made a muffled roar, and a strong wave rippled on the shield, like a calm sea being hit by a storm.

Sauron quickly noticed these shaman troops, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally waited for you." Sauron shouted loudly: "The fortress cluster magic guide cannon is ready, the shaman troops one thousand meters southeast."