Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

How could Soren patiently listen to Prime Minister Robert's lengthy and tedious speech?

That was naturally impossible.

He resolutely decided to have Robert hold the fort in Fuljia City, while he himself led the team straight to the border.

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Soren was filled with worries, concerned that the movements of the Orc army might be related to the mysterious Blood Tears organization.

Before leaving, Soren issued a strict order to Korena: "Korena, you and Yaso must fully undertake the training of the new recruits, and be sure to strictly drill them according to the standards I set in the Imperial Capital, without any mistakes. At the same time, you must also send instructors to the northwest cities to improve the combat effectiveness of the garrison."

"Prime Minister Robert, the task of secretly preparing for war is entrusted to you. Before the situation becomes clear, be sure to keep it secret, so as not to cause unnecessary panic."

Faced with Soren's firm determination, Prime Minister Robert sighed helplessly. Although he was dissatisfied with Soren's arbitrary behavior, he was also gratified by his decisiveness and accurate judgment.

Prime Minister Robert reminded him with a solemn expression: "Your Highness, the purpose of your trip is reconnaissance, so you must act cautiously and never rashly clash with the Orc army." His words revealed deep concern for Soren's safety.

"Got it!" Soren waved his hand casually, with a fearless smile on his face, and turned to stride towards the military camp.

At this moment, Jennifer walked up to him in a hurry, almost bumping into Soren. Her eyes sparkled with determination, and her voice was full of anticipation: "Your Highness, please allow me to go on the expedition with you!"

Soren stopped, reached out and gently stroked Jennifer's hair, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. He asked with a smile, "How is the task I gave you progressing? Have those fish taken the bait yet?"

Jennifer nodded affirmatively, her eyes shining with confidence and determination: "Everything is according to plan."

Soren nodded in satisfaction, his expression becoming serious: "Very good, then continue to pay close attention. Remember, I'm only going to scout out the enemy's situation this time, not to fight to the death." His voice revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Obviously, Soren didn't plan to take Jennifer with him.

Jennifer held Soren's hand tightly, her eyes flashing with a firm light: , "Your Highness.

No matter what, I hope to be by your side and fight alongside you."

Soren looked at Jennifer's firm eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart. He gently patted Jennifer's shoulder and said with a smile: "No, those fish are also very important. Without your fishing line, the original fish are likely to take the opportunity to turn into a flood."

Jennifer shook her head angrily.

"Yes!"

Three days later, Soren led 30,000 elite cavalry, surging forward like a flood, less than twenty miles away from the border town of Stamm City.

At this moment, they unexpectedly encountered a pack of wolf cavalry that had penetrated deep into the hinterland for reconnaissance.

This wolf cavalry was not large, only a hundred or so riders, but they rode fierce war wolves, wearing leather armor, and were sturdy and brave.

The moment the two armies met, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if even the air had solidified.

However, facing Soren's large army, the wolf cavalry did not act rashly.

Being at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, a head-on confrontation with Soren's army would be tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. So, they quickly made a decision, turned their wolves' heads, and prepared to use the agility and speed of the wolves to escape the scene.

A sly light flashed in Soren's eyes. He was not in a hurry to pursue, but calmly observed the terrain and the enemy's movements.

Although there were not many wolf cavalry, their mobility and combat effectiveness could not be underestimated.

If he rashly pursued at this time, he might fall into the enemy's ambush or trap. Therefore, Soren decided to use the terrain advantage to adopt a defensive posture and force the wolf cavalry to take the initiative to attack. He quickly commanded the cavalry to occupy favorable terrain, set up a battle formation, and stand ready. At the same time, he sent crossbow cavalry to circle back to the rear of the enemy, cutting off their retreat.

The wolf cavalry, seeing that the situation was not good, became even more determined to escape.

Relying on the extraordinary speed of the wolves, they galloped across the wilderness, leaving only a cloud of dust.

Soren looked at the retreating enemy, a victorious smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

These wolf cavalry were completely unaware that a "tail" was quietly following behind them. They were Soren's elite scouts, as silent as ghosts.

In the vast Northwest Wilderness, Pufa led an elite knight squad, and they, like ghosts, followed the arrogant wolf cavalry from a distance.

In order to conceal their movements, they carefully prepared a potion to isolate the smell, cleverly covering up their own scent, so that even the keen-nosed wolves could not detect their existence.

Pufa carefully tracked all the way, his heart both nervous and full of expectation.

They only found a pack of wolf cavalry that had broken into the territory of the Empire. This discovery made him secretly relieved. At least, it proved that Stamm City was still holding on and had not fallen into enemy hands.

Those barbaric Orcs only dared to send small groups of troops to cunningly infiltrate the territory of the Empire.

Those wolf cavalry, riding their wild war wolves, galloped recklessly on the land of the Empire.

Their faces were full of panic. Where did these cavalry come from?

They did not realize that Pufa and his team were like leopards in the shadows, silently tracking them.

The moment the wolf cavalry stepped into the Stamm area, Pufa felt an unprecedented pressure.

On this land, Orcs surged like a tide, and their numbers were staggering.

These barbaric creatures, either tall and mighty, or short and cunning, varied in shape, but each exuded a chilling evil aura.

Pufa had to slow down the speed of tracking the wolf cavalry,

Although Stamm City had not fallen, it only had the power to protect itself, and it could not spare any troops to drive away the Orc army.