Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

“Two hundred thousand troops!”

The number left Kalon speechless, his face filled with disbelief and shock.

The speed of reinforcements from the Human Empire was actually so fast!

Immediately, the army surged like a flood twelve years ago, their footsteps like thunder, unstoppable.

The Knights were like a stream of iron, clad in armor, wielding spears.

In the sunlight, the armor gleamed with a cold light, a symbol of human strength.

They were like war machines, cold and powerful, daring to face any enemy.

The infantry army had also arrived at the banks of the White Water River and would reach Stamm City in less than two days.

This must be the reason why the human Knights had not launched an attack.

Although Kalon disdained the individual combat strength of human soldiers, he had never dared to underestimate the human Knights.

In his eyes, the Knights were composed of the strongest humans, not inferior to the heavy infantry of the tribal orcs.

The thought of this massive army sent shivers down Kalon's spine.

What worried him even more was that the surrounding lords and garrisons also posed a considerable threat.

His towering five-meter-tall body nearly touched the top of the tent.

Kalon shouted loudly, “Send my order, tell our warriors that we have plundered enough grain for the winter, it is time to embark on our return journey.”

Shantu was slightly stunned upon hearing this, then a weight lifted from his heart.

He was not one of those orcs who knew nothing about the Human Empire.

He had personally participated in the tragic battle twelve years ago and knew the Human Empire's formidable strength.

He deeply agreed with Kalon's decision.

The two sides' Knights and two hundred thousand troops were not something their Gale Tribe could currently contend with.

Kalon's order spread rapidly throughout the camp like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, stirring up waves in the hearts of many young orcs.

They widened their eyes, looking at each other in disbelief, their faces filled with unwillingness and doubt.

Under the firm and majestic urging of the older orcs, they had to suppress their dissatisfaction, muttering as they began to pack up their spoils.

“The scenery here is so beautiful, and the prey is so abundant, why should we give this treasure land to those weak humans?” a young orc finally couldn't help but say, his voice full of dissatisfaction and confusion.

Before his words could finish, a figure as strong as a mountain walked over and heavily slapped the young orc's head, producing a dull thud.

“Foolish kid, do you think you understand this world?” the older orc's voice was deep and powerful,

as if it could penetrate people's hearts, “That's because you haven't seen the human race's army like a flood.

When you are alone, facing ten, twenty, or even more human soldiers, you will understand how wise our current choice is.”

The older orc's words made the young orcs fall into deep thought.

They might not fully understand the deep meaning behind it, but they knew that it was wisdom and experience from their elders.

“If the Human Empire's army hadn't come so quickly, we could have taken this city before leaving, what a pity,” the older orc sighed.

“Why can't we take the city, defending the city is easier than attacking it!” the young orc said unwillingly.

The older orc said, “Good idea, but without external support, once we are trapped in the city by the Human Empire's army, a year or two is no problem, but what about the tribes in the wilderness? What about your wives and children?”

The originally unwilling young orcs immediately fell silent and quickened their pace of packing.

Fiana Bright, the Countess, stood on the city wall like an iron-blooded queen, her eyes burning with raging fire.

She gazed into the distance.

A massive orc army was marching through the Stamm region, carrying large and small packages, laden with the wealth plundered from this land.

What pained her even more were the enslaved serfs and civilians who were being mercilessly driven, their eyes revealing endless fear and helplessness.

Single army cut.

They were clad in rough animal hide armor, wielding heavy weapons and shields, their faces painted with various totems, showcasing their barbarity and strength.

Their footsteps were heavy and powerful, as if each step could make the earth tremble.

Several thousand wolf cavalrymen stopped hundreds of meters outside Stamm City, a distance beyond the range of bows and arrows.

Shantu stood proudly on the wolf's back, holding a gleaming beheading sword in his hand, his voice as passionate as a wolf, loudly mocking, “Humans, why don't you come out and chase us!

If you don't come out, we're going home.

You human cowards, still talking about the knight's code?

I think you're all a bunch of trash, garbage, cowards.” His taunts were like sharp arrows, piercing the hearts of the knights on Stamm City.

The knights on the city were enraged by Shantu's taunts, they gritted their teeth and gripped their sword hilts, but no one dared to propose a pursuit.

After all, the ferocity and cunning of the wolf cavalry were already well-known.

At this moment, Fiana Bright, the Countess, standing on the city wall, appeared particularly calm.

She was not a lord noble, but a court noble.

Although she had no fief, she was responsible for the management of the Stamm region.

One-tenth of the annual fiscal revenue here belonged to her family, and the prosperity and stability of this land could not be separated from her leadership.

Fiana's eyes were like torches, and she knew that the provocation was just a trick by the wolf cavalry, and she could not be easily fooled.

She took a deep breath, calmed the anger in her heart, and then turned to the knights behind her and said, “Knights, do not be provoked by the enemy's taunts, we must remain calm and adhere to our duties.”

Her words were like a clear spring, instantly extinguishing the anger in the knights' hearts.

They nodded, indicating that they would obey the Countess's command.

In fact, without the Countess saying so, the knights in the city would not rush out of the city.

After Prince Corin's betrayal,

there were less than a hundred knights in the entire city, and even with the cavalry, there were only over a thousand.

There was no difference between sending such troops to fight the wolf cavalry in the wild outside the city and sending them to their deaths.