Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The human mages, witnessing this situation, began to cast their spells.

Streaks of fire magic flew towards the Orc army, the flames burning fiercely in the air, forming gigantic fireballs.

The fireballs landed in the midst of the Orc ranks, instantly exploding and engulfing the surrounding Orcs in a sea of fire.

The Orcs, scorched by the flames, emitted shrill screams, writhing in the fiery inferno, but the blaze was too intense, and many Orcs were burned alive.

However, the Orcs had their own countermeasures; though the main force of Orc shamans had been heavily damaged, scattered, small-scale shaman wizards remained in various units.

These shaman wizards began to cast defensive magic, erecting a green magical shield among the Orc ranks.

Although the shield could not completely block the attacks of the fire magic, it did mitigate a significant amount of damage.

Simultaneously, the Orc shamans also cast healing magic on the wounded Orcs, their injuries beginning to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the heat of the intense battle, soldiers on both sides fell continuously.

Corpses piled up like mountains on the battlefield, and blood converged into streams, flowing across the land.

Every soldier fought for their own faction, for their own beliefs, disregarding life and death, engaging in a desperate struggle on this bloody battlefield.

An Imperial soldier was surrounded by a group of Orc infantry, completely encircled by enemies.

He took a deep breath, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly launched an attack, charging fiercely in one direction, attempting to carve a bloody path out.

His longsword flashed rapidly, each strike aimed at the vital points of the Orcs.

The Orcs, caught off guard by his sudden counterattack, were momentarily disoriented, but quickly recovered and began to besiege the brave soldier.

After a fierce battle, the Imperial soldier was ultimately outnumbered and fell to the ground, felled by the Orcs' battle axes.

Meanwhile, within the Orc ranks, a young Orc infantryman gradually lost himself in the battle.

His eyes turned manic, knowing only to continuously swing the weapon in his hand, charging towards the humans.

Disregarding his own safety, his heart was filled only with the desire for battle.

In one charge, he was struck in the eye by a human archer's arrow, emitting a miserable scream, but he still didn't stop, ultimately being pierced through the chest by a human infantryman's spear.

As time passed, the battle entered a feverish stage.

The soldiers on both sides were already exhausted, but they still fought on with tenacious willpower.

If it were an eighth-order Orc, there would still be a chance to escape with their life under the magic cannon attacks, but unfortunately, shaman wizards are not Orc warriors; their bodies are not as strong as Orc warriors, and even an eighth-order peak Tamiro was not as strong in defense as a seventh-order powerhouse.

In this tragic slaughter, whether Orc infantry or Imperial soldiers, they were all writing their own heroic chapters.

Their hot blood was spilled on this land, and their courage and perseverance became the most dazzling light in this war.

This battle was like a massive storm, sweeping over every life, and the ultimate victory or defeat still remained hidden within this endless smoke and blood.

The mages in the human army felt immense pressure. Some of them began to fall as their magical power was exhausted.

But new mages immediately filled their positions, continuing to maintain the shield.

Soren, seeing this situation, knew that they could no longer passively defend like this.

He issued a new order, mobilizing the Royal Guard Knight Regiment, which had been hidden in the rear, preparing for a raid on the Orcs.

When the Royal Guard Knight Regiment reached the designated position, Soren gave an order, and they charged towards the Orcs' flank like tigers released from their cages.

The weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and they slashed at the Orcs without hesitation.

The Orcs were caught off guard by this sudden attack, and their formation was thrown into chaos for a time.

The Orc heavy infantry commander, Kakaku, roared angrily upon seeing this situation.

He led a portion of the heavy infantry to turn around and face the human raid, wielding a massive totem pole, each swing creating a gust of wind.

Although the Royal Guard Knights were brave, they also felt immense pressure facing a powerful opponent like Kakaku.

On the main battlefield, with a portion of the Orc forces drawn to the flank, the human army began to launch a counterattack.

They charged out of the fortress, engaging the Orcs in close combat.

Swords clashed, and battle cries shook the heavens and the earth.

The Orc shamans wanted to cast magic again to support the front lines, but the magic cannon unit took the opportunity to launch a wave of counterattack magic.

Powerful magic cannonballs flew towards the shamans, and the newly assembled shaman unit was unable to dodge in time, being bombarded and killed in large numbers, with the surviving shamans also wounded and afraid to remain on the battlefield.

With the retreat of the shaman wizards, the morale of the Orc army suffered a great blow.

"What's the panic? We haven't lost yet!"

At this critical moment, the Orc Saint-level powerhouse made a move. Before the person arrived, the voice came first, stabilizing the morale of the Orc army.

"It's Lord Musaro!" The Orc warriors, seeing the Orc shadow passing through the sky, immediately let out a high-pitched cheer.

The Orc Sword Saint Musaro was agile, as nimble as a cheetah, and as powerful as a tiger.

He wore only his upper body exposed, his body covered with ancient runes, these runes flashed with a cold light at the moment he injected power, and the cleaver in his hand, a magnified version of a wood chopper, exuded a chilling aura, the blade as clear and cold as autumn water.

The Orc Sword Saint's eyes were cold and resolute, and he charged into the battlefield like a bolt of lightning.

He leaped high, gathering the power of his whole body on the sword in his hand.

In an instant, the sword shone brightly, and a dazzling sword light erupted from the sword.

This sword light was like a materialized scythe of death, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Although the Royal Guard Knights were the elite of the human army, they had no resistance in the face of this terrifying sword light.

Thousands of Royal Guard Knights were instantly beheaded, their bodies easily torn apart by the sword light, and blood splattered like a fountain.

For a time, the battlefield was filled with an even stronger bloody aura, and the shadow of death shrouded everyone.