Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Taiwan Literature Network → 𝐭 𝐰 𝐤 𝐚 𝐧 . 𝐜 𝐨 𝐦

This exclamation erupted from the mouth of the female guard knight beside Countess Fia Na.

"My God, at least five hundred Orc heavy infantry!"

Orc heavy infantry were the elite of the Orc army, veritable steel behemoths on the battlefield.

They not only possessed formidable combat power comparable to regular knight orders, but also demonstrated unparalleled survival and coping abilities in the wild.

On the vast plains, these heavy infantry could stand firm like a rock, withstanding the frontal charge of regular knight orders, and even in the harshest environments, they were like tenacious weeds, constantly regenerating.

Imagine, in siege warfare, these heavy infantry were like the nightmare of the defenders, they were like an unstoppable torrent, every step seemed to shake the earth, and every swing was enough to make the city walls tremble.

In the vast northern wilderness, the most direct standard for measuring the strength of a tribe was to observe the number of Orc heavy infantry under its command.

On the battlefield, even a dozen experienced Imperial veterans working together might not be able to defeat an Orc heavy infantry.

And at this moment, lying scattered on the land of the camp were more than five hundred such heavily armored warriors.

Countess Fia Na originally thought that His Highness the Prince had annihilated only ordinary Orc soldiers, perhaps a group of insignificant logistics troops. However, the scene before her completely subverted her imagination.

"Heavens!" Another exclamation pierced the sky, it was the voice of another female guard knight, "This is the Gale Tribe's trump card—the wolf cavalry! Such a huge team, could it be—could it be that His Highness the Prince annihilated them all?"

Her words were full of disbelief, and the scene before her was even more shocking: the grimacing wolf cavalry and their mounts, now cold corpses, lay together in a pool of blood, forming a tragic picture on the wasteland.

The soldiers were busy dragging the corpses of the dire wolves from the battlefield, and beside them, a huge iron pot was set up over a roaring bonfire, with boiling steam rising up, obviously preparing to cook the meat of these dire wolves into food to replenish their strength after the battle.

Upon hearing this, Countess Fia Na immediately looked in the direction of the voice, her gaze as sharp as an eagle. Having been stationed in Stam City for many years, her most troublesome problem was these fierce wolf cavalry. Every month, they would cross the border in groups, wantonly plundering food and people, bringing endless disasters to her territory.

When these wolf cavalry were large in number, the garrison was often overwhelmed and could only turn to Prince Correll of the distant Northwest for help. But when they were small in scale, they were as elusive as ghosts, which gave Countess Fia Na a headache.

The wolf cavalry and the Orc heavy infantry, along with other scattered Orc troops, roughly numbered fifteen thousand.

Countess Fia Na's confrontation with the Gale Tribe had lasted for many years, and she knew the enemy's details like the back of her hand.

Although this tribe had a large population, totaling no more than 400,000, the number of warriors who could be put into battle was only 70,000 to 80,000.

Now, losing one-sixth of its strength in one battle was enough to cripple the Gale Tribe and greatly damage its vitality.

"Where is His Highness the Prince at this moment?" Countess Fia Na turned her head and focused her gaze on Eaton, who was responsible for the reception, her tone filled with inquiry.

Eaton was not good at this kind of welcoming and sending off errands. He kept a straight face, tried to remain calm, and replied, "His Highness is changing clothes. Countess, please move to the main tent to wait."

This kind of reception work was usually Jennifer's responsibility, and Edmund would occasionally take over.

For Eaton, this was the first time he had undertaken such a task, so he seemed a little uneasy.

Countess Fia Na nodded slightly, then waved to the garrison behind her.

The soldiers of Stam City acted quickly, sending a large amount of food and livestock into the military camp.

"A mere trifle, not worth mentioning. This is my gratitude on behalf of Stam City for your timely assistance." Countess Fia Na's words were full of sincerity. Her actions were not only a reward for the army, but also an affirmation of this victory.

A grateful smile appeared on Eaton's face. He politely thanked her, and then led Countess Fia Na towards the Prince's main tent.

Inside the tent, the two generals, Anka and Hilton, stood silently, their presence as firm as stone pillars. The tent was extremely wide, covering an area of about thirty square meters, and the interior space was cleverly divided into two areas by two huge screens. Behind the screens was Prince Sauron's private space for daily changing and bathing.

The moment she stepped into the main tent, Countess Fia Na saw these two imposing eighth-order centurion commanders.

She couldn't help but straighten her back, and her expression became serious and solemn.

In Stam City, even the strongest warrior was only at the peak of the seventh order, and the two generals in front of her were undoubtedly the most powerful figures she had ever seen in her life.

Prince Sauron stepped out from behind the screen, having changed into a clean noble robe, the hem of which swayed gently with his steps. He glanced around, suddenly noticed a beautiful noblewoman in the tent, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then cast an inquiring look at Hilton.

Countess Fia Na quickly stood up straight, gave a standard Imperial military salute, and said in a firm and clear voice, "Greetings, Your Highness. I am the governor of the Stam region, Countess Fia Na Bright."

Prince Sauron responded with a faint "Oh", and then began to carefully look at Countess Fia Na.

She was dressed in military attire, heroic and spirited, her wine-red hair was piled high on her head, obviously to facilitate wearing a helmet.

Her features were exquisite, but due to the wrapping of the armor, it was difficult to judge the curves of her figure.

Facing Prince Sauron's careful observation, Countess Fia Na did not show any discomfort. She was used to such things, even Prince Correll of the Northwest had hinted that he wanted her to become his mistress.

Under normal circumstances, she would feel disgusted or impatient, but for some reason, she did not feel any resentment towards Prince Sauron's scrutiny.

Perhaps it was because Prince Sauron's gaze, although meticulous, did not contain any lustful color. His observation was only out of curiosity and evaluation of the person in front of him. This respect made Countess Fia Na feel a trace of surprise and peace of mind.

Sauron's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a flash of lightning had flashed in his mind. He eagerly interrupted Countess Fia Na and repeatedly asked, "Please wait, what was the name you just mentioned? Are you saying your name is?" His tone revealed a sudden excitement and curiosity, as if this name had touched some memory or important information of his.