Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Doragon stood in the center of the military camp, roaring at his warriors, "Brothers, our opportunity has arrived! This underground labyrinth holds endless wealth and immense power. If we can obtain it, we will become the rulers of this continent! Now, we must immediately gather our forces, prepare to attack Fulga City, find that mysterious key, and open the underground labyrinth!"

The orcs, upon hearing the Orc Emperor's words, were immediately filled with high morale, picking up their weapons and preparing for battle.

The orc tribe's camp was a scene of bustling activity.

Warriors sharpened their blades, their morale soaring.

They yearned for battle, yearned for victory, yearned to possess the treasures within that underground labyrinth.

Meanwhile, in Fulga City, the imperial army was also nervously preparing their defenses.

They knew that the orcs were about to launch an attack, and they had to be fully prepared to protect their homeland.

In the command center of Fulga City, the generals sat around a massive map, discussing strategies to counter the orcs.

Fiana stood up and said, "We must strengthen our city defenses, set up various traps and defensive fortifications. I hope the mage团 can advance to Stamm City in advance."

The young Edmund then said, "We cannot simply defend passively; we must also take the initiative and disrupt the orcs' offensive plans. We can send out an elite force to attack the orcs' camp, letting them know our strength."

The generals expressed their opinions, arguing incessantly.

Finally, Soren made a decision: "We must both strengthen our city defenses and take the initiative. We must let the orcs know that we are not to be trifled with. At the same time, we must find the key to that ancient labyrinth as soon as possible, open the underground labyrinth, obtain the treasures within, and enhance our strength."

Thus, the imperial army began its tense preparations.

They strengthened the city defenses and set up various traps and defensive fortifications.

At the same time, they also dispatched search teams to expedite the search for the location of that underground labyrinth.

Among the citizens of Fulga City, an atmosphere of tension and unease also permeated.

In this moment filled with tension and crisis, Fulga City seemed to have become a giant chessboard, with all forces engaged in a thrilling contest.

That mysterious underground labyrinth was like a chess piece that determined victory or defeat, attracting everyone's attention.

The planned underground labyrinth was the new target His Excellency had just given him.

According to His Excellency, this mysterious underground labyrinth belonged to the enemy forces of the Psionic Society and was currently firmly controlled by a certain family within the empire.

When Soren first heard this news, his heart was filled with surprise.

He could hardly imagine that a seemingly ordinary family had, through this underground labyrinth, cultivated at least two Saint-level experts.

When he first received the news, Soren had conceived such a bold plan.

He decided to use the underground labyrinth to attract the orcs to attack.

It would be best to attract the orcish powerhouses over, and then he would bring people to trap them.

Although this plan was full of risks, if successful, it would deal a heavy blow to the orcs.

As time passed, more and more information about the underground labyrinth emerged, and the orcs' attack drew closer.

Their armies surged towards Fulga City like a tide.

In the orcish ranks, there were tall and mighty ogre warriors, ferocious magical creatures, and various siege weapons.

Their imposing manner was awe-inspiring.

On the walls of the Stamm outer fortress group, the imperial soldiers stood ready.

They held their weapons, their gazes fixed firmly ahead.

Behind them were countless civilians, who were also working hard to defend their homes.

When the orcish army approached the Stamm fortress group, the battle finally erupted.

The orcs let out earth-shattering roars, charging towards the city walls.

They hurled huge rocks and launched burning rockets, attempting to destroy the walls.

The imperial soldiers fought back with bows, catapults, and other weapons, preventing the orcs from advancing.

Whenever the situation became tense and the enemies were too dense, they were bound to encounter the baptism of magic cannons.

The magic cannon, this powerful weapon of war, was like a silent giant, demonstrating absolute dominance at critical moments.

As the orcish army surged forward like a tide, the entire battlefield was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth.

With a command, the magic cannons roared deafeningly.

A dazzling light streaked across the sky, like a shooting star rushing towards the orcish army.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

Those orcish warriors charging in the front, who had been brandishing their weapons with great momentum, preparing to inflict a heavy blow on the imperial army,

When the roar of the magic cannon sounded, and the strong shockwave swept in with the dazzling light, extreme fear instantly appeared on their faces.

Some orcish warriors widened their eyes, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before them, standing stiffly in place, forgetting to dodge.

Others screamed in terror, trying to turn around and run away, but were blocked by their companions rushing up from behind.

The chieftains among the orcs were also caught off guard by this sudden attack.

They tried hard to maintain order, shouting loudly to keep their warriors calm, but their voices seemed so weak in the face of the magic cannon's enormous power.

Some chieftains, watching their troops suffer heavy losses in an instant, had eyes filled with anger and helplessness. They knew that this battle had become even more difficult.

Those orcs who were further away and had not yet been directly attacked by the magic cannon also stopped in their tracks after hearing the roar.

They looked uneasily in the direction of the explosion, their hearts filled with doubt and fear.

Some orcs began to hesitate whether to continue forward, fearing that they would become the target of the magic cannon in the next moment.

While other, braver orcs did not retreat, their eyes also revealed tension and unease.

On the battlefield, wounded orcs groaned in pain. Some were hit by shrapnel from the shells, bleeding profusely:

Others were blown away by the powerful shockwave, falling to the ground, unable to move.

Their misery made the other orcs even more terrified, and their morale plummeted.

Some orcs began to question the meaning of this war, they did not understand why they had to face such powerful weapons.

Under the continuous attack of the magic cannons, the orcs' offensive rhythm was completely disrupted.