Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

This scene frightened Countess Fiana of the fortress cluster greatly.

"Your Highness!" Countess Fiana had just wanted to advise Soren to retreat.

Soren waved his hand, as he happened to see the mages above the fortress cluster giving him an OK sign.

With the magic cannons all set up, he felt confident.

Orc heavy infantry marched in the forefront with heavy steps, each of them nearly three meters tall, like moving hills.

They were clad in heavy armor, the thick armor gleaming coldly under the sunlight, seemingly indestructible.

They held shields even larger than human doors high, slowly approaching the fortress cluster.

Such shields were enough to block most arrows on the continent, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Soren nodded to Fiana, his eyes full of trust and expectation.

Fiana estimated the distance, her eyes narrowed, and shouted: "Catapults!"

When the orc infantry was less than a thousand meters away from the fortress cluster, Fiana waved her hand sharply.

Instantly, the catapults on the fortress cluster and behind the army launched simultaneously, huge stones being hurled out with a whistling sound.

Those stones streaked across the sky like meteors, smashing towards the orc heavy infantry.

The sound of stones rubbing against the air and the roar of the catapults intertwined, as if playing the prelude to war. As the boulders fell, the ground began to shake and dust flew.

The orcs raised their shields one after another, trying to resist this powerful attack. However, some boulders were too powerful, directly knocking some orc heavy infantry to the ground, the heavy shields also dented inwards.

The prelude to war had already begun.

On the battlefield, the orc war song never stopped, the impassioned melody echoing in the air, as if injecting endless power into the orc warriors.

Under the attack of hundreds of boulders, the orc warriors did not show any chaos.

Although some comrades were injured or even fell by the boulders, the vacancies were immediately filled.

They acted quickly and cooperated tacitly, demonstrating extremely high combat qualities and training.

These orc warriors seemed to be a whole, and under the test of war, their discipline and perseverance were amazing.

They disregarded their personal safety, only to achieve the goal of battle.

Those firm steps and fearless eyes made them appear particularly powerful on this dangerous battlefield.

The humans, watching such tenacious orc warriors, couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in their hearts.

Soren had expected this. He knew that in previous wars, the reason why the human empire used horns on a large scale was because the orcs used war songs to boost morale and increase combat effectiveness, and the war songs were also the key to their command.

Although the horn was loud, it could not disrupt the rhythm of the orc army.

Therefore, he had long ago asked Munster to develop a set of large-scale sound propagation tools, equivalent to speakers.

Soren asked Korena to turn it on. Korena gave her royal brother a strange look, but without any hesitation, she pressed the start button.

As magic power poured into the device, the magic speakers installed in the fortress cluster sounded simultaneously.

"Yoyocome on baby goYoyo, this feels like, the fragrance all the way and the whirling light waves, turning the thoughts of those right and wrong causes and effects, the fragrance all the way makes me keep pondering, Yoyobabygocome on, who is singing, Foryou, warming loneliness, ah ha, white clouds leisurely blue sky still tears are drifting · — ."

As soon as such a brainwashing divine song appeared, there was a brief chaos on the entire battlefield.

The sound was too loud, directly covering up the orc war song.

The orcs looked in shock at the direction from which the sound came, their rhythm was disrupted, and the originally high morale also showed a trace of wavering.

The human soldiers, after a brief surprise, showed excited expressions.

They did not expect that in this arduous battle, there would be such a peculiar weapon to fight against the orcs.

Soren watched the changes on the battlefield, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The speed of the orc army's advance slowed down, and even some showed brief chaos, revealing huge gaps.

This sudden change allowed Countess Fiana to see an opportunity.

The catapults took the opportunity to launch two more waves of attacks. This time, they did not use boulders, but used ropes to weave huge net pockets, with head-sized stones inside, and lit with kerosene.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the smell of blood, and the human soldiers watched this scene, their hearts both nervous and excited.

Orc heavy infantry leader Te Omi saw his subordinates suffer such huge losses, his eyes instantly turned blood red, he let out an angry roar, the roar seemed to be able to shatter the sky.

He raised his warhammer high and led the charge towards the fortress cluster.

His huge body was like a heavy chariot, and the orc heavy infantry behind him, seeing this, also roared and followed him to charge.

Faltu and Kalong in the rear, seeing this scene, showed mocking smiles: "Sure enough, he is a fool."

They knew that such a reckless charge could bring even greater losses, but Te Omi was overwhelmed by anger and could not care so much.

The imperial soldiers, watching the orc heavy infantry pouring in like a tide, felt their hearts so nervous that they seemed to jump out of their throats.

That dark mass of orcs, with endless oppression, made people tremble with fear.

The cruelty and power of the orcs could not help but emerge in their minds, and fear spread in their hearts.

"Soldiers, do not be afraid, this crown prince will be with you! Behind us are our homes and families, we must not retreat half a step."

Soren sensed the soldiers' fear and shouted, raising the Infinity Blade in his hand.

But thinking of the homes and families behind them, their eyes became firm again.

The archers nocked their arrows, their fingers trembling slightly but incomparably firm.

Their hearts were both nervous and expectant, nervous that facing such a huge orc army, whether their arrows could play a role;

expecting to be able to contribute their own strength to defend their homes.

The catapults were reloaded, and the soldiers operating the catapults were covered in sweat, their hearts filled with pressure.

They knew that each catapult shot could determine the course of the battle, and they had to accurately throw the stones to the most densely populated area of the orcs.

The mages began to condense magic power, and mysterious energy fluctuations filled the air.

Their hearts were full of responsibility, knowing that their magic would be an important force in this battle.