Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"When were these fortresses built? Why didn't we receive any information about them? Damn the Gale Tribe for committing such a huge mistake," Fartu cursed angrily.

These suddenly appearing fortresses would bring great obstacles to their actions.

Fartu's eyes were fixed on those fortresses, trying to find a trace of weakness.

These fortresses were built extremely strong, with reasonable layouts, leaving him with no way to start.

His heart was filled with helplessness and anxiety, not knowing how to deal with this sudden situation.

The wolf riders also looked at each other, they were originally full of confidence to raid Stam City, but they did not expect to be blocked by these fortresses.

Their dire wolves neighed uneasily, seeming to feel the danger ahead.

Fartu knew very well in his heart that they must not stay here for long.

After all, they were entrusted with the important task of reconnaissance. If they went back in such a dejected manner, they would inevitably be severely punished, and may even endanger his life.

So, Fartu decisively led the wolf riders to constantly look for loopholes in the fortresses, while carefully testing the effective range of the crossbows in these fortresses.

The wolf riders shuttled back and forth in the border area, like a group of vigilant wild wolves looking for the weaknesses of their prey.

Their actions were extremely cautious, for fear of attracting the attention of the Stam City garrison.

Time passed by, consuming more than twenty minutes.

The wolf riders of each squad returned one after another.

A squad leader said with a solemn expression: "Chieftain, we have not found any loopholes to break into the Stam area. If we want to enter the Stam area, we must pass through these fortresses."

Another squad leader also followed closely and said: "It's the same on my side, and I also tested the effective range of their crossbows, which can easily reach a hundred meters, or even exceed one hundred and fifty meters, which should not be underestimated."

Fartu's brow furrowed tightly as he fell into deep thought.

The solidity of these fortresses and the power of the crossbows exceeded his expectations. It would be no easy task to break through these fortresses, but he could not return empty-handed.

Wolf Rider Captain Fartu stared gloomily at the solid fortresses in front of him.

After a difficult investigation that yielded nothing, his heart was filled with anxiety and unwillingness.

"Since we can't find a loophole, then use the lives of beasts to test the depth of these fortresses." Fartu gritted his teeth and made this cruel decision.

He turned around and shouted loudly to the wolf riders behind him: "Warriors, we are shouldering the mission of the tribe, and now these fortresses are blocking our way. For the glory of the tribe, we must spare no effort to test the weaknesses of these fortresses."

The wolf riders looked at each other, their eyes filled with both fear of the unknown and the steadfastness of a warrior.

After a moment of silence, they all clenched the weapons in their hands, ready to carry out Fartu's orders.

Fartu selected a small team of wolf riders, whose mission was to rush towards the fortresses and use their lives to trigger the fortresses' attacks, while other wolf riders quickly roamed within the fortresses, mainly playing a containment role, while Fartu observed the fortresses' defenses from a hillside. mechanisms and firepower intensity.

This small team of wolf riders, under the gaze of everyone, slowly urged the wolves under their seats and rushed towards the fortresses.

Their figures seemed so small on the vast border, yet they were full of tragic aura.

As they approached, the fortresses remained silent, like a sleeping behemoth.

But the wolf riders knew that once they entered the attack range, they would be greeted by a storm of attacks.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's heartbeat could be heard clearly.

The wolf riders were getting closer and closer to the fortresses.

Stationed in those fortresses was the Seventh Army Corps of Soren's direct line troops.

Morey, the chief of general affairs of the Army Corps, had been maintaining a high degree of vigilance, and he noticed the wolf riders as soon as they appeared on the border.

Morey stood on the high ground of the fortress, his eyes fixed on the approaching wolf riders. Watching them launch a fierce charge towards the fortresses, a sneer appeared on the corner of Morey's mouth.

"All troops prepare, let the wolf riders get to about fifty meters before releasing arrows." Morey issued the order calmly.

Everyone knew that this would be the first battle of the fortresses, but they were not flustered at all.

Because they were the direct line troops of His Royal Highness the Prince, they had firm beliefs and fearless courage.

As the wolf riders got closer, the soldiers' heartbeats gradually accelerated.

But they still remained calm and waited for the best shooting opportunity according to Morey's instructions.

Fifty meters, this was a carefully calculated distance, which could not only ensure the crossbow's lethality, but also make it difficult for the enemy to dodge.

As the wolf riders got closer and closer, Morey's eyes became sharper.

He stared at the enemy intently, calculating the distance silently in his heart.

When the wolf riders entered the range of fifty meters, Morey waved his arm without hesitation.

"Fire!" His voice sounded like thunder, and countless sharp arrows shot towards the wolf riders like a storm.

These sharp arrows roared towards the enemy with great power and precise shooting.

The wolf riders had no time to react and were caught off guard by this sudden attack.

They were hit by arrows one after another, some fell from the backs of their wolves, and some were pierced through their bodies by sharp arrows and died on the spot.

Just one wave of crossbow arrows killed one hundred scattered wolf riders, without any resistance, and it only took two garrison fortresses to solve the enemy.

Fartu was different from ordinary wolf riders, he himself had reached the seventh level, so he could naturally judge the power of those crossbow arrows.

Cultivation below the fourth level, without armor, can basically not block it.

Fartu said: "Is this the new crossbow of the Human Empire? Its power is even greater than what Kalong Hellscream said."

"Chieftain, human cavalry is out of the city, as many as ten thousand!"

"Withdraw!" Fartu issued the order, and the wolf riders quickly turned around and disappeared into the wilderness on the border.

Fartu was not afraid of human cavalry, but it was very dangerous to have ten times more troops than them.

Those fortresses still stood there quietly, as if declaring the inviolability of Stam City to the orcs.

This battle on the northwestern border of Stam City was of extraordinary significance.

The Seventh Army Corps successfully resisted the wolf riders' charge with its solid fortresses and excellent tactical arrangements, perfectly suppressing the orcs' tactic of using wolf riders to infiltrate the rear of the battlefield before each war.