Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The members of the scout team hid in the dense bushes, like hunters lurking in the darkness, quietly waiting for their prey to appear.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, as if playing a prelude to the impending tension.

Their eyes were fixed on Grath's weary figure.

Grath trudged forward with difficulty, each step heavy and labored.

His body was covered in dust and bloodstains, the marks of battles fought during his long journey.

One of the scouts whispered, "Look, an orc. He must be returning from some important place. He might be carrying key information."

His voice, though soft, was full of excitement and anticipation.

In their eyes, Grath was like a treasure chest waiting to be opened.

The others nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with vigilance and excitement.

They knew that this discovery could bring them great rewards.

Recently, they had been hunting down lone orcs in the wild. Now, orcs only moved in groups of ten or more, afraid to leave the barracks otherwise.

The orc in front of them was alone, probably just returning from outside and unaware of the situation here.

This secretly delighted the scouts, who felt it was a rare opportunity.

They began to quietly adjust their positions, preparing to attack at the opportune moment.

An experienced scout whispered, "Everyone, be careful. This orc might be dangerous. We need to wait for him to get closer before taking him down in one fell swoop."

The others nodded, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to strike at any moment.

As Grath gradually approached, the tension within the scout team grew thicker.

Their hearts raced, and their breathing became rapid.

Grath keenly sensed the abnormality around him. He stopped and looked around.

He could feel countless eyes watching him from the shadows, and a dangerous aura permeated the air.

He gripped his weapon tightly, his muscles tense, ready to respond to any possible attack.

The scout team leader gestured, signaling the team members to remain silent and wait for the best opportunity to strike.

But he couldn't retreat; he had to deliver the message to the tribe leader.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked forward, while being alert to any movement around him.

Just as Grath walked past a patch of grass, the scout team suddenly attacked.

Like cheetahs, they rushed out from all directions, their weapons gleaming with a cold light.

Grath roared and swung his weapon to meet them.

A fierce battle erupted instantly.

Grath fought against many, displaying a tenacious fighting spirit.

Each of his attacks was full of power, making the human scouts dare not underestimate him.

However, the long journey and previous battles had left him exhausted. Facing the numerous scout team, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

But Grath did not give up. He kept looking for opportunities, trying to break through the encirclement.

He knew that his mission was more important than his life.

In the fierce battle, he was injured in many places, but he still persevered.

Just as Grath broke through the encirclement and thought he was about to escape, a warhorse galloped like a whirlwind.

The dust raised by the hooves filled the air, making a dull sound.

The man on the warhorse was tall and straight, his eyes cold and stern. He tightly drew back the bowstring, and the arrow in his hand gleamed with a dangerous light.

The arrow was imbued with magic, shooting towards Grath's back like a bolt of lightning.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and time seemed to slow down.

Grath only felt a strong sense of crisis coming from behind. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The arrow approached at an extremely fast speed. Grath could even hear the whistling sound of the arrow cutting through the air.

A sense of despair welled up in his heart, but he did not give up.

At this critical moment, he used all his strength to lunge forward.

However, the speed of the arrow was too fast.

Although Grath reacted, the arrow still grazed his body, leaving a deep wound on his shoulder.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red.

Grath gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, struggled to get up, and continued to run.

"Now is not the time to stop. I must return to the orc camp as soon as possible and pass on the information."

The man on the warhorse watched Grath continue to escape, a trace of annoyance on his face.

He nocked another arrow and shot it, hitting the opponent in the back again.

When preparing to completely finish him off, Grath had already disappeared into the distant forest.

The man hesitated for a moment and finally gave up the pursuit.

In this unfamiliar land, continuing the pursuit might indeed encounter more dangers.

He turned his horse around and shouted, "Everyone, follow me, retreat immediately!"

Then, he led the team towards the secret stronghold. The dust raised by the hooves filled the air. He knew the importance of this information and had to report it to his superiors as soon as possible so that the human empire could make corresponding decisions.

And Grath, with pain and exhaustion, continued to trudge through the wilderness.

Each step felt like a thousand pounds. His breathing was rapid and disordered, and the pain of the wound constantly eroded his consciousness.

But there was only one belief in his heart, and that was to complete his mission and contribute his strength to the future of the orc tribe.

When he encountered a patrol team halfway, he was already exhausted. He used his last bit of strength to tightly grab the patrol team leader's arm.

"Human Empire, Saint-tier..." Before he could finish speaking, Grath's eyes widened and he stopped breathing. His hand fell limply, and his body slowly collapsed.

The patrol team leader's expression instantly became solemn. He knew that Grath must have brought extremely important information, and this information might be related to the life and death of the orc tribe.

He immediately ordered: "Quick, take his body back to the camp. At the same time, strengthen patrols and closely monitor the movements of the human empire."

The patrol team acted quickly. They took Grath's body and rushed back to the orc camp as quickly as possible.

In the camp, the news spread quickly, and the entire orc tribe fell into tension and unease.

The leaders urgently convened a meeting to discuss countermeasures.

The possible emergence of a new Saint-tier powerhouse in the human empire was a huge threat to the orc tribe.

According to the information provided by the Bloodtear Organization, the human empire had twelve Saint-tier powerhouses.

Originally, they had an absolute advantage in the number of Saint-tier powerhouses, but the fall of two Saint-tier powerhouses in the initial battle greatly reduced their strength.

If the human empire were to have another Saint-tier powerhouse born, it would undoubtedly be adding insult to injury for them.