Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

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Prime Minister Robert slowly turned around, and the person who came was Hank, the Saint-level powerhouse of the Box family.

Hank was already tall and sturdy, and now wearing armor, he exuded a unique aura of a powerhouse, making people afraid to underestimate him.

"You came so quickly?" Prime Minister Robert was slightly surprised.

Hank wore a confident smile, his eyes revealing a firm belief in victory.

"This time, His Highness the Crown Prince is taking advantage of the unprepared, so naturally, we must wipe out the vanguard of the Orcs in one fell swoop."

His voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the war hospital tent.

Soren foresaw the Orc invasion and laid out plans in advance, which the Orcs were unaware of.

Soren was like a brilliant chess player, making moves in advance on the chessboard of war, laying out one seemingly insignificant but interlocking scheme after another.

From the establishment of the medic system to the various response strategies on the battlefield today, all are the result of his meticulous planning.

Just like this war hospital, it is not just a place to treat wounded soldiers, but also an important part of Soren's strategic layout.

It stabilized the morale of the army, letting the soldiers know that even if they were injured, there was a high chance of being healed, thus making them more brave and fearless on the battlefield.

The Orcs, however, are still following their usual war thinking, focusing only on the direct confrontation of combat power, but ignoring the logistical support and the construction of overall strength in the war.

Hank continued, "His Highness the Crown Prince has made a detailed analysis of the Orcs' habits, combat style, and possible invasion routes.

He knows that once the Orc vanguard encounters stubborn resistance and suffers casualties, their subsequent support and supply lines will become chaotic.

And everything we are doing now is to guide the battle in a direction that is favorable to us."

Prime Minister Robert nodded, now completely understanding Soren's strategic intentions.

"Then what should we do next?" he asked, his eyes full of anticipation.

Hank glanced at the battlefield outside, his eyes becoming more firm.

"We must continue to strengthen our offensive against the Orcs according to His Highness the Crown Prince's plan.

Before they can react, we will give them a fatal blow.

Now our soldiers are in high spirits, and we still have many hidden forces that have not been fully revealed.

It is time to let the Orcs know how powerful we are."

Prime Minister Robert took a deep breath, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

"Okay, then we will act according to His Highness the Crown Prince's plan," he clenched his fist, his heart full of longing for the coming victory.

At this time, the shouts of killing on the battlefield still rose and fell, but in the hearts of Prime Minister Robert and Hank, the balance of victory had gradually tilted towards the humans.

As long as they continue to follow Soren's layout, wiping out the Orc vanguard, and even winning the final victory of this war, will no longer be just a distant dream.

At this tense and intense moment, McCarthy, the Sword Saint of the Heavenly Eye, had already flown to the rear of the Orc army.

He floated in the air, his eyes closed tightly, concentrating on sensing the surrounding aura.

His "Heavenly Eye" ability was like a huge radar, searching for the unique magic fluctuations of Saint-level powerhouses in the surrounding space.

His brow furrowed slightly, his expression serious, because he knew that a hidden Saint-level powerhouse could change the entire battle at a critical moment.

Suddenly, McCarthy's eyes snapped open, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He discovered a faint but undeniable Saint-level aura, which was hidden very deeply.

If it weren't for his "Heavenly Eye" ability, it would likely have been overlooked.

He looked in the direction of the aura and saw a figure looming in a hidden valley.

This figure was shrouded in a faint black mist, making it impossible to see the specific appearance, but the powerful Saint-level aura was emanating from this figure.

McCarthy did not hesitate at all, his figure flashed, and he flew towards the valley.

His speed was faster than before, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the sky.

As he approached the valley, he felt a strong sense of oppression, which made him understand that this hidden Saint-level powerhouse was definitely not an easy character to deal with.

McCarthy slowly landed at the entrance of the valley, holding his sword, ready to fight.

He shouted loudly, "Friends hiding in the dark, why not show yourselves and fight?"

His voice echoed in the valley, with an unquestionable majesty.

The figure in the valley let out a low laugh after hearing McCarthy's words.

The laughter echoed in the valley, appearing particularly eerie and terrifying.

Then, the black mist began to slowly dissipate, and a person completely shrouded in a black robe appeared in front of McCarthy.

This person was tall, and the black robe was embroidered with some strange runes, which exuded an evil aura.

His face was covered with a black mask, revealing only a pair of red eyes, which flickered with a strange light.

The black-robed man slowly said, "Heavenly Eye, you shouldn't have come to disturb me.

But since you're here, don't even think about leaving alive."

His voice was cold and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

After speaking, he clenched the sword in his hand, and a powerful sword aura erupted from his body, preparing to meet the coming battle.

At this time, the people on the battlefield did not know that in the valley behind the Orc army, a new battle between Saint-level powerhouses was about to break out.

The result of this battle will have a profound impact on the situation of the entire battlefield, like a butterfly effect.

Soren stood on the command platform, his eyes fixed on the direction where the Sword Saint of the Heavenly Eye had left, and he waited for a long time without seeing him return.

Time slowly passed in tense waiting, and every second of delay was like adding a stone to his heart.

Subsequently, the aura of the Saint-level powerhouse battle erupted, and the powerful and unique magic fluctuations spread like a raging tide in the distance.

This aura completely put Soren at ease, and he thought to himself, "The Orcs really have hidden Saint-level powerhouses, but now they have all been held back, and it's my turn to take action."

A hint of determination flashed in Soren's eyes, and his face appeared particularly resolute in the reflection of the war fire.

He took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly, "Prepare the war magic altar! Offer the sacred battle flag! It's time for us to counterattack!"

His voice echoed like thunder on the battlefield, clearly reaching the ears of every soldier.