Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Upon hearing the order, the mage apprentices in the fortress cluster swiftly began preparing the magic cannons.

The massive bodies of the magic cannons shimmered with magical light, their muzzles slowly adjusting to aim at the shaman troops one thousand meters to the southeast.

The mages controlling the magic cannons were drenched in sweat, focusing their energy to inject magic crystals into the cannons, causing the surrounding magic arrays to flicker with dazzling light.

At that moment, the shaman troops were entirely focused on assisting Tamiro in attacking the human magic shield, unaware of the impending danger.

They continued chanting spells, replenishing Tamiro's attacks with power.

Tamiro's face was full of gravity; he knew that if they couldn't break the human magic shield, their advance would be greatly hindered.

Just as Tamiro was preparing to launch another attack, the magic cannons fired.

A dazzling beam of magical light erupted from the muzzle of the magic cannon, carrying the power to destroy everything, tracing a brilliant arc in the sky.

Wherever the magical beam passed, the air was instantly heated, emitting a "hissing" sound.

The shaman troops, seeing this sudden magical beam, instantly fell into panic.

They wanted to dodge, but the speed of the magical beam was too fast.

A deafening boom echoed as the magical beam accurately struck the shaman troops.

Instantly, flames soared into the sky, and the shockwave from the explosion sent the surrounding orcs staggering.

He never imagined that humans possessed such a powerful offensive weapon.

The mystical power he had just gathered dissipated due to this sudden blow, and the light of the staff in his hand dimmed.

Seeing the magic cannon's attack take effect, Soren excitedly shouted, "Keep attacking, don't give them a chance to breathe!"

The magic cannons in the fortress cluster readjusted their angles, preparing to launch the next round of attacks.

The morale of the other orc troops was greatly affected by the heavy losses suffered by the shaman troops.

However, they did not retreat because of this.

The tauren leader, Kakaku, stood like a towering mountain, his muscular body gleaming bronze in the sunlight. He tightly gripped the totem pole in his hands, the totem pole engraved with mysterious runes, each rune seemingly telling of ancient orcish glory.

Kakaku shouted loudly, "Warriors, do not be defeated by this small setback! We are orcs, and our glory does not allow us to retreat!" His voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder, deep and sonorous, filled with endless power and inspiration.

Hearing their leader's call, the orcs' morale, which had been somewhat low due to the shaman troops' setback, instantly soared.

They let out earth-shattering roars, the sounds converging together as if they were roars from the depths of hell.

The orc infantry advanced towards the human defenses with heavy and determined steps.

On the human side, seeing the orcs launch another attack, they were also on high alert.

The soldiers gripped the weapons in their hands, their companions honed in countless training sessions and battles.

The infantrymen held longswords and shields, the shields engraved with the emblem of the empire, a symbol of what they were protecting.

Their past victories made them no longer fear the orcs; now, their eyes were firm and calm.

The mages stood at the rear of the formation, silently chanting spells, the surrounding magical elements beginning to gather around them, a mysterious power fluctuating in the air.

They prepared for the next round of magical attacks, waiting for the commander's order to unleash the earth-shattering magic upon the orc army.

The archers stood on the high ground of the fortress and on the flanks of the army, their bowstrings fully drawn, the taut strings seemingly ready to snap at any moment.

The arrows gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, their tips meticulously crafted with extreme penetrating power.

The archers aimed at the orcs in front, their fingers tightly hooked on the strings, waiting for the optimal moment to fire.

As the distance between the orcs and humans gradually narrowed, the atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely tense.

Suddenly, an orcish infantryman let out an angry roar, charging towards the human defenses like an arrow released from a bow.

This seemed to be a signal, as the other orcs also quickened their pace, surging forward like a tide.

The human archers launched their attack first.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Countless arrows flew from the strings, heading towards the orcs.

The arrows traced graceful arcs in the sky, like messengers of death descending.

The orcs raised their shields, attempting to block this wave of arrows.

The shields collided with the arrows, creating a "clanging" sound. Some arrows were blocked by the shields and fell to the ground, but many arrows pierced through the shields' defenses and struck the orcs' bodies.

The wounded orcs let out painful roars, but they did not stop their advance, instead charging even more frantically towards the humans.

In the blink of an eye, the orc and human infantry clashed together.

Instantly, swords clashed on the battlefield, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens and the earth. An orcish infantryman swung a huge battleaxe at a human soldier, the axe creating a whistling sound as it moved.

The human soldier reacted quickly, raising his shield to block. With a "clang," the battleaxe heavily struck the shield, the immense force causing the human soldier's arm to go numb.

Taking advantage of the moment the orc's battleaxe was blocked by the shield, he quickly thrust out the longsword in his hand.

The longsword pierced through the gaps in the orc's armor, stabbing into his body. The orcish infantryman widened his eyes, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but he still refused to fall. With his last strength, he swung the battleaxe, wanting to deliver a fatal blow to the human soldier.

The human soldier dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow.

On the other side, a human soldier was forced back again and again by an orc wielding a mace.

Each swing of the mace brought a powerful force, and when the human soldier's longsword clashed with the mace, he was almost knocked out of his hand.

In an exchange, he didn't have time to dodge, and the mace grazed his shoulder, instantly tearing the skin.

Enduring the pain, he gritted his teeth, seized an opportunity, and kicked the orc in the groin.

The orc cried out in pain, his movements faltering, and the human soldier took the opportunity to strike the orc's head with the hilt of his sword, knocking him to the ground. In the center of the battlefield, the tauren leader Kakaku charged into the human ranks like a mad bull.

The totem pole in his hand was swung with fierce force, each swing able to sweep down a group of human soldiers.

His strength was immense. A human soldier tried to attack him with a longsword, but Kakaku simply waved the totem pole, knocking the longsword away.

He then smashed down the pole, turning the human soldier into minced meat.