Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

With the death of the Orcs' Saint-tier powerhouse, the Orc army completely lost the will to resist.

The Saint-tier battle in the sky, symbolizing immense power, was like a mental pillar in the hearts of the Orcs.

Once the pillar collapsed, the morale of the entire army plummeted like a dam breaking.

On the battlefield, the Orc soldiers, who had been fighting desperately, were now filled with fear and confusion.

Their attacks became chaotic, and their once-tight formations began to show signs of disarray.

The human soldiers noticed the change in the Orcs, their morale soared, and their attacks became even more fierce.

In a corner of the battlefield, the Minotaur leader Kakaku was still struggling to hold out against the Ghost Special Operations Battalion's siege.

Kakaku's once invincible power seemed pale and weak in the current situation.

His massive body was covered in wounds, and blood flowed continuously, staining the ground beneath him a dark red.

The soldiers of the Special Operations Battalion cooperated seamlessly, using flexible tactics to constantly attack Kakaku.

Pufa, wielding dual guns, had a cold and determined look in his eyes.

His dual guns gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and each shot was delivered with deadly precision.

In the ten minutes he was besieged, Kakaku frantically waved his totem pole, trying to repel the surrounding enemies.

His roar was still deafening, but it contained a hint of despair.

Each time he swung the totem pole, he could knock back some of the approaching special operations队员, but the队员 quickly regrouped and surrounded him again, giving Kakaku no chance to breathe.

As time passed, Kakaku's movements gradually became sluggish.

The wounds on his body continuously drained his stamina, and the excessive blood loss began to blur his vision.

Pufa seized this opportunity, his figure flashing like a bolt of black lightning as he charged towards Kakaku.

The other special operations队员 tacitly dispersed, clearing a path for Pufa.

As Pufa approached Kakaku, he leaped high into the air, aiming both guns at Kakaku's head simultaneously.

Kakaku wanted to dodge, but his exhausted body was unable to react in time.

"Puff!"

Pufa's dual guns pierced through Kakaku's eyes and into his head.

Kakaku let out a wail, declaring his final unwillingness.

His massive body swayed a few times before finally crashing to the ground with a thunderous sound, raising a cloud of dust.

With Kakaku's fall, the last shred of resistance in the Orc army completely dissipated.

The Orcs began to scatter and flee, abandoning their weapons and only wanting to escape this terrifying battlefield as quickly as possible.

The human army pressed its advantage, the cavalry galloping on horseback, chasing after the fleeing Orcs;

The infantry methodically cleared the remaining enemies on the battlefield.

Archers stood on high ground, vigilantly watching their surroundings, preventing any Orc counterattacks.

Sauron stood on the command platform, looking at the scene on the battlefield, his heart filled with emotion.

This victory was hard-won, bought with the blood and lives of countless soldiers.

After receiving Sauron's order to pursue, the Royal Guard Knights and the Northwest Knights, like tigers released from their cages, began to fully pursue the routed Orc army.

The crossbow cavalry unit demonstrated their superior mobility and pursuit attributes in this pursuit battle.

The steeds ridden by the crossbow cavalry were carefully selected, with long and powerful legs, running at great speed and with amazing endurance.

When the crossbow cavalry unit charged into the routed Orc army, it was like a sharp scalpel cutting into a piece of rotten wood.

They weaved through the Orc ranks with agility, their crossbow bolts constantly firing.

The whistling sound of crossbow bolts piercing the air rose and fell, each bolt accurately finding its target.

Those Orcs who tried to resist were shot before they could even raise their weapons, emitting painful wails.

Although the wolf cavalry tried to counterattack, their scimitars could not pose a threat to the crossbow cavalry at long range.

Moreover, the mobility of the crossbow cavalry allowed them to quickly adjust their positions, avoid the wolf cavalry's charge, and then continue to attack.

As for those Orcs who relied on their two legs to run, they were even more miserable.

Under the pursuit of the crossbow cavalry, they were like a flock of helpless lambs.

The crossbow cavalry easily surpassed them, then turned their horses around and surrounded them.

The Orc infantry looked around in terror, their eyes filled with despair.

They tried to resist, but their resistance seemed so weak under the attack of the crossbow cavalry.

During the pursuit, the crossbow cavalry cooperated seamlessly.

They operated in squads, some responsible for attracting the enemy's attention, and others responsible for attacking from the flanks and rear.

Their attack rhythm was tight and orderly, giving the enemy no chance to breathe.

The Royal Guard Knights and the Northwest Knights, seeing the outstanding performance of the crossbow cavalry unit, were unwilling to be outdone.

They increased their speed, compressing the Orcs' escape space from the front and sides.

The knights wielded their longswords and spears, beheading those Orcs who attempted to break through.

The Orc army suffered heavy losses under the pursuit of the humans.

They had already lost their fighting spirit due to the death of the Saint-tier powerhouse and the death of their leader, and now they were even more powerless under the encirclement and suppression of the human army.

The battlefield was littered with Orc corpses and abandoned weapons.

Blood stained the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong bloody smell.

The human army's pursuit continued, they wanted the Orcs to know that invading human territory would come at a heavy price.

When Alonso and Hank, the three Saint-tier powerhouses, returned to the field hospital with exhaustion, their steps were slightly heavy, and the fatigue after the battle was deeply etched on their faces.

The field hospital was filled with a faint scent of medicine mixed with blood, and the moans of the wounded rose and fell in the tents.

They happened to see Shadow, who was on the verge of death, lying quietly on the hospital bed resting.

Shadow's face was still as pale as paper, and his lips were bloodless, but his breathing was much smoother, as if he were in a deep sleep.

Alonso frowned, his eyes full of doubt, and asked, "What's going on?"

His voice sounded particularly clear in the quiet ward.

Sauron raised his head slightly, he smiled and said: "I once obtained a strange potion, the main function is to stimulate the body's limits of the user, so Shadow survived, but his lifespan is only half of what it was before."

There was a hint of helplessness in Sauron's words, this was a heavy price, but it was enough to scare away most people.