Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The Royal Guard Knights, like tigers descending the mountain, launched a thunderous charge from behind the Orc forces, never retreating even in the face of the Orcs' berserk counterattack.

This thrilling battle lasted a full hour, like a storm.

From beginning to end, not a single one of those savage Orc warriors was willing to surrender.

Even when Sauron held up the head of Shantu, trying to intimidate the enemy, those crazed Orcs still stubbornly resisted, refusing to yield.

After successfully crushing that fierce Orc army, Sauron did not rest for a moment. He resolutely led the Royal Guard Knights on a journey to pursue the main force of the Gale Tribe.

On the way, a heartbreaking scene forced Sauron to change his plans.

A group of civilians and serfs, captured by the Gale Tribe, their eyes revealed helplessness and despair, as if life had lost all color.

These poor people, numbering over ten thousand, were being cruelly escorted forward by the Orcs.

Sauron could not imagine what kind of suffering these innocent lives would endure in the land of the Orcs.

At this moment, he understood the Gale Tribe chieftain's thinking. If he abandoned these captured compatriots to pursue the main Orc force,

he might have a chance to catch up, but the reputation he had built would be completely ruined.

Sauron said, "Stop the pursuit, save the people first!"

Andre asked unwillingly, "Your Highness, this is a great opportunity. Most of the Orcs are infantry. We have a high probability of catching up with them."

Sauron glanced at Andre and said, "They are the Gale Tribe, known for their speed. Just look at the crossbow cavalry."

"Moreover, are you asking me to abandon the Empire's citizens?" Sauron raised his riding crop, pointing to the bewildered captives.

"Save them!"

The last sentence, Sauron almost roared it out, so that everyone in the area could hear it.

Puff immediately pulled Andre back. Sauron's guards reacted the fastest, dismounting first and rushing towards the captives.

The knights acted efficiently, quickly rescuing the captured civilians and serfs.

Those who were rescued, when they saw the figures of the knights, knelt down one after another, tears of gratitude streaming down their faces.

They knew that they had been pulled back from the brink of death and reborn.

In this northwestern land, the population is so precious.

Sauron knew this well, so he did not hesitate to choose to save these innocent lives.

His determination not only won the admiration of the knights, but also made those who were rescued feel the warmth and hope of humanity.

Many of the captives could not help but look at Sauron, their eyes revealing deep respect.

The rescuing knights were spreading an inspiring message:

"The one who just shouted to save people is none other than His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of our Empire. When he learned that Stamm City was under attack by the Orc army, he did not hesitate to lead his cavalry to rush to support it."

"Fortunately, His Highness arrived in time."

These words were like a spring breeze, quickly sowing endless respect for the Crown Prince in people's hearts.

The Crown Prince's glorious name also spread rapidly among the people.

At the moment when the sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth, the gates of Stamm City slowly opened.

If something happened to the Crown Prince, she would not end well either.

Without hesitation, she immediately began to count the garrison in the city, preparing to personally lead troops to reinforce them.

When Countess Fiana's army was less than twenty miles away from the city, she suddenly received the good news of the Crown Prince's great victory.

This news stunned Fiana. She could hardly believe her ears.

When had the Orc army, which had wreaked havoc in the Northwest for countless years and was feared by all, become so vulnerable?

Although her heart was full of doubts and shock, Fiana quickly regained the calmness and demeanor that a noble should have. She quickly adjusted her strategy, led the army back to the city, and began to prepare to reward the triumphant soldiers.

At this time, Stamm City was immersed in a festive atmosphere, with people running around spreading the news, cheering and rejoicing.

Countess Fiana rode a snow-white warhorse, wearing exquisite female knight armor, walking at the forefront of the team with a heroic and sassy appearance.

Beside her, a female guard knight whispered, "Madam, is His Highness the Crown Prince really so brave?

He was able to repel the Gale Tribe and annihilate a full ten thousand Orc warriors."

"Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince is exaggerating and killing good people—" Another female knight was about to interject, but was stopped by Fiana's sharp eyes.

Countess Fiana thought to herself: Over the years, whenever the Orcs invaded the northwest border, Prince Corin always claimed a great victory, beheading countless enemies.

Over the years, the number of Orc heads he had chopped off was no less than two or three hundred thousand.

However, if Prince Corin was really so brave and invincible, shouldn't the Gale Tribe have been wiped out long ago?

How could there be a siege today?

All of this was just Prince Corin using the lives of serfs and civilians to impersonate the heads of Orcs in order to claim credit and rewards.

His actions are really disgusting!

Fiana took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashing in her eyes.

Sauron did not lead his troops into Stamm City, because there were not enough barracks in the city to accommodate his many soldiers. So, they decided to set up tents outside the city as a temporary place to rest.

At this time, dust was flying in the distance, and the four legions of the army that had been urgently transferred to reinforce them galloped towards them. However, they regrettably missed the glory of this battle.

Morey, at this moment, rode his warhorse into the camp with a look of depression on his face. His eyes fell on the logistics troops who were busy counting the Orc corpses, and his heart was filled with endless regret.

He felt a slight heat in his eyes, it was tears swirling, but he stubbornly forced them back.

From the time he set out to quell the rebellion until now, he had not fought a good battle. From beginning to end, he had been cleaning up the battlefield.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if they could have arrived a day earlier, they could have joined this great victory, could have fought side by side with His Highness the Crown Prince, and shared this hard-won glory.

"Ah! This is an Orc heavy infantry."

A scream suddenly rang out outside the camp gate.