Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The first battle resulted in a great victory, annihilating 20,000 elite orc soldiers.

The news of this victory spread rapidly throughout the Northwest like a spring breeze.

Soren's act of turning the orc corpses into a Jingguan (corpse tower) was an unexpected source of excitement for the people of the Northwest.

In a small tavern in Stam City, people were enthusiastically discussing this matter.

"Have you heard? His Highness the Crown Prince turned those hateful orc corpses into a Jingguan!" A young bartender excitedly told the customers who were drinking.

"Haha, this is truly satisfying! Those orcs have slaughtered us for years!" A burly man with a full beard laughed heartily, raising his glass and drinking it all in one gulp.

In the corner sat an old soldier named Tom.

He had participated in some battles with the orcs, but none were on such a large scale as this one.

Looking at the excited crowd around him, he was filled with emotion.

Tom lost a leg in the war and could only walk with a crutch, but his eyes still shone with the perseverance of a soldier.

"This is indeed a show of force, but the orcs will definitely not let it go," Tom said slowly.

Although his voice was not loud, the people around him heard him and gathered around.

"Uncle Tom, you've been through many battles. What do you think will happen next?" the bartender asked curiously.

Tom pondered for a while and said, "Orcs value strength. Having suffered such a great loss this time, they will definitely try their best to retaliate. But His Highness the Crown Prince is not to be trifled with either. Judging from his arrangements behind the fortress, he has been prepared for a long time. The upcoming war will be the key."

In the army, there was a young soldier named Jack.

It was his first time participating in such a large-scale battle, and the victory in the first battle filled him with excitement.

He was organizing weapons and equipment with his comrades.

"Hey, Jack, do you think we'll be this lucky next time?" His comrade Turan asked.

"Of course! We have His Highness the Crown Prince's command and so many powerful weapons. No matter how strong those orcs are, they are no match for us," Jack replied confidently.

On the orc side, Faltu was working hard to gather goblins from the wasteland.

He came to a goblin tribe, where there were crude caves and dirty goblins everywhere.

"You little bastards, listen up! There's a chance now for you to serve the great orcs," Faltu shouted at a group of goblins.

The goblins looked at the tall orc, their eyes filled with fear, but also with some greed.

"If you follow us to fight, you'll have endless food if you win!" Faltu threw out the bait.

A goblin leader stood up and said, "Really? Then we need to get some food first."

Faltu frowned, but still had people throw some rotten meat to the goblins.

The goblins swarmed forward, snatching the meat.

Back at the human camp, Soren was inspecting the construction of the earthen walls.

He saw a young mage trying hard to cast earth magic, but the effect was not very good.

"What's your name, young man?" Soren asked.

"Your Excellency, my name is Allen. I haven't been studying earth magic for long, so I'm not very proficient yet," Allen replied nervously.

"Don't be nervous, Allen. I see your efforts. You must know that the successful casting of every spell can save many lives on the battlefield," Soren encouraged.

Allen's heart was filled with motivation after hearing Soren's words.

He refocused his energy and cast earth magic again. This time, the construction effect of the earthen wall was much better.

Inside Stam City, a set of temporary, inferior arrow casting equipment that had been sent over was undergoing final debugging. The blacksmith John was busy selecting the first batch of inferior arrows produced. Many of them were unqualified, but he already had experience. After two more attempts, there would not be so many rejects.

His apprentice was also helping to select the usable inferior arrows.

"Master, these arrows are so rough. Can they really be useful on the battlefield?" the apprentice asked.

"Of course. In war, sometimes quantity is more important than quality. And although these arrows are rough,

they are enough to deal with low-level orcs," John replied, taking notes.

As time passed, news of the orcs gathering goblins also reached the human camp.

"Your Excellency, we have received news that the orcs are gathering goblins, probably to use them as cannon fodder," a scout reported to Soren.

Soren nodded, "I expected it. Issue my order to strengthen the defense of the fortress, especially paying attention to the directions from which the goblins might attack."

On the fortress, the crossbowmen were also preparing nervously.

Among them was a female crossbowman named Lily. She was an orphan who grew up in the army. She gripped her crossbow tightly, her eyes firm.

The crossbowmen were very dissatisfied. The placement of twelve catapults and more than twenty ballistae made the city and the walls very crowded. However, the power of these large weapons was obvious, and they wouldn't complain about having too many.

However, an unknown iron lump was placed on the highest arrow tower in the fortress, and it had not been used yet.

They had no idea how powerful it was. The chiliarch said these were all their trump cards.

Everyone was saying they were trump cards, but no one told them how powerful these trump cards were. They also took up important activity space on the city walls, so it was a problem if they didn't have any opinions.

"Lily, have you heard? I remember your brother successfully joined the Northwest Knights," Crossbowman Squad Leader Willin asked curiously.

Facing Willin, who was getting closer and closer, Lily said angrily, "Captain, you also know that my brother is in the Northwest Knights, so how dare you take advantage of me like this."

Willin immediately took a step back in embarrassment upon hearing this.

Lily shook her head, "I heard from my brother that the army has recently replaced a lot of new equipment, especially the new knight swords, which are much more powerful when slashing than the old knight swords. There are also new standard knight armors, which greatly improve defense. As for these large wooden boxes and the iron lumps on the towers, my brother didn't say."

The surrounding crossbowmen couldn't help but feel disappointed. At this time, they happened to see a large group of quartermasters carrying a large bundle of arrows towards the large wooden box.