Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In this area densely populated by orcs, any rash action could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Pufa carefully avoided the orc patrols, fearing to stir up a hornet's nest.

The occasional appearance of Orc Heavy Infantry made Pufa deeply apprehensive.

These creatures were like mobile steel fortresses, clad in heavy armor, seemingly impervious to any physical attack. The giant hammers or halberds they gripped tightly gleamed with a cold metallic luster, each swing appearing steady and powerful, enough to tear the air, inspiring awe.

These Heavy Infantry were not just a unit in the Orc army, but also a legend in the history of the Empire.

Their strength was not only reflected on the battlefield.

When these Heavy Infantry plundered, neither helpless civilians nor precious valuables could escape their clutches.

Their greed was like a bottomless pit, with a strong desire for everything that could be looted.

Their cruelty was even more appalling; even those civilians who had already lost their lives were not easily spared when caught by them.

A few unfortunate civilians would be roasted and eaten on the spot, a tragic scene that was unbearable to witness. Most civilians would be taken back to the military camp to serve as their rations, a fate undoubtedly more cruel than death.

Faced with this situation, Pufa was extremely anxious. He decisively turned back to report this news to Lord Sauron.

Of course, he didn't return empty-handed; he also estimated the size of the Orc army besieging Stamm City.

The scale was smaller than Pufa expected. In the past, Orc invasions involved tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of troops.

After Pufa's in-depth reconnaissance, he confirmed a slightly comforting piece of news: the Orc forces besieging Stamm City did not exceed fifty thousand.

As Pufa hurried back, eager to discuss countermeasures with Sauron, the surrounding wolf cavalry also returned to camp one after another. They galloped back, heading straight for the main tent of the Orc army.

The sound of hooves and wolf howls intertwined, adding to the already tense atmosphere of this land.

"Lord Shantu! Emergency!" A wolf cavalryman dismounted, his face full of anxiety. His war wolf stared with blood-red eyes, as if recounting the fierce battle it had just experienced.

Shantu Icepeak slowly turned around, his deep eyes revealing an undeniable majesty. The two fangs at the corners of his mouth trembled slightly in the setting sun, as if warning anyone who dared to challenge his authority.

"What is the matter that you are so flustered?" he asked in a deep voice, with an unquestionable power in his tone, "The Chieftain is resting; do not disturb him unless it is an urgent matter."

The wolf cavalryman swallowed, reporting urgently, "Lord, the human reinforcements have arrived, and we have encountered a large-scale human cavalry."

Shantu Icepeak's roaring brows furrowed, and he said: "Speak, how many are there in this large-scale human cavalry?" His eyes were as sharp as ice, as if they could see through any lie.

The wolf cavalryman lowered his head, his voice revealing reverence and fear: "We encountered a cavalry unit of about two thousand, including a thousand human knights. Although we charged bravely, we were outnumbered and had to choose a strategic retreat." He paused and continued, "On the way, we encountered several friendly forces, who were also retreating like wolves and foxes. The wolf cavalry can still protect themselves, but those small groups that went out to plunder are probably doomed."

Shantu nodded slightly, indicating his understanding.

At this moment, another wolf cavalryman rushed back, panting, bringing the same news.

Shantu understood in his heart that the human reinforcements had arrived, and this battle would be even more difficult.

He lifted the curtain and walked into the tent. He saw a tall orc sleeping soundly, with a huge grill next to him, roasting a human being, which had been roasted until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, emitting an enticing aroma.

This scene demonstrated the barbarity and cruelty of the orcs, while also revealing their living conditions—eating humans, with simple and harsh accommodation.

Shantu walked up to the Orc Chieftain and gently woke him up: "Chieftain, the human reinforcements have arrived." Although his voice was calm, it revealed a sense of urgency.

After a long time, the snoring gradually stopped, and the huge orc slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with wild light. "How many of them are there?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Preliminary estimates suggest that the human cavalry that has appeared is at least twenty thousand strong, and possibly even more," Shantu replied. "The infantry should arrive a little later."

Hearing this news, a trace of solemnity flashed in the Orc Chieftain's eyes.

Orc Chieftain Kalong Hellscream, a warrior as majestic as a mountain, five meters tall, was well-known on the Northwest battlefield.

He was not only a peerless expert who had half a foot into the Saint Realm but also a leader known for both wisdom and strength.

This time, Kalong brought his entire tribe because he heard of the internal strife in the Human Empire and that the original garrison general, Prince Corin, had also been killed in battle.

He keenly sensed the opportunity and decided to take advantage of it to expand the Orc territory.

For him, this was not just a war but a contest of wits.

The individual combat strength of the Orcs far exceeded that of humans, and it was no exaggeration to say that they could fight ten men each.

On the battlefield, they were like fierce tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable. However, facing the Human Empire's vast army, even the powerful Orcs often felt overwhelmed.

Whenever the Orcs dispatched an army of millions, ready to fight a decisive battle with the humans, the Human Empire could always mobilize an even larger army to respond.

Tens of millions of troops surged like a flood, seemingly willing to spare no cost to fight the Orcs to the death.

This almost insane behavior not only demonstrated the ambition and corruption of the Human Empire but also highlighted the deep hatred between them and the Orcs.

Kalong Hellscream's current action was only to bring all of his tribe. As long as he could open a gap and allow the Orcs to invade the Human Empire's borders on a large scale, other tribes would definitely rush to reinforce him.

Kalong never expected that the humans would react so quickly. They had only just completed the siege of Stamm City,

when the main human force arrived so quickly.

While Kalong was hesitating, a wolf cavalry general rushed in.

"Chieftain, a large-scale human force has appeared in the direction of the White Water River. Judging from the dust and scale of the march, there are at least two hundred thousand troops."