Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

As the two Orc Saint-level powerhouses approached the Dwarf Sword Saint puppet, the air seemed to be filled with tension, every wisp of breeze seemed to foreshadow the impending storm.

Sauron shouted, "Attack!" His voice was like a thunderclap tearing through the sky, instantly breaking the brief tranquility on the battlefield.

A'Da, who had been lying dormant in the ranks, suddenly made his move, his Saint-level mid-stage power surging out like a torrential flood, sweeping out with crushing force.

His figure flickered like a ghost, his speed so fast that it was dazzling.

All that could be seen was the weapon in his hand waving out rays of cold light, each ray containing deadly power.

The Orc Saint-level powerhouses near him didn't even have time to react fully before they were enveloped by this powerful force.

A'Da's attacks were as dense and fierce as a rainstorm, instantly killing the nearest Orc Saint-level powerhouses, blood splattering in the air, as if offering a bloody sacrifice to this fierce battle.

Shadow, on the other hand, was like a ghost in the darkness, silently approaching from behind.

The dagger in his hand gleamed with a cold light, like a poisonous snake in the dark night, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.

Robert and Hank's mission was very simple, but also crucial.

They quickly rushed towards another Orc Saint-level powerhouse, their eyes gleaming with determination.

Robert's longsword danced impenetrably, each swing carrying great power and precise angles, trying to contain the enemy's movements.

Hank hid to the side, ready to ambush the Orc Saint-level powerhouse at any time, not giving the opponent a chance to support his companions.

They cooperated closely, like a well-coordinated combat team, using their own methods to buy time for A'Da to kill his target.

A'Da's feat of almost instantly killing an Orc Saint-level powerhouse was like a bolt from the blue, directly scaring the axe-wielding Orc Saint-level powerhouse who was trapped by Robert.

The ferocious look in his eyes was now filled with fear and panic, and even his movements seemed a little flustered and at a loss as he wanted to retreat.

Just as he had the intention of retreating, Hank and Shadow attacked at the same time.

The knight's sword in Hank's hand flashed, and a powerful sword light shot towards the axe-wielding Orc Saint-level powerhouse like a meteor.

Shadow, like a ghost, attacked from the side, the dagger in his hand cutting through the darkness with a cold light, directly attacking the enemy's vitals.

The three Orc Saint-level powerhouses in the distance who were coming to reinforce saw this scene and were shocked, rushing over even more desperately.

Their faces were full of anxiety and anger, wishing they could immediately fly to their companions' side to support them. However, no matter how fast they were, they couldn't immediately change the battle situation.

The axe-wielding Orc Saint-level powerhouse was now being besieged by three Saint-level powerhouses at the same time.

With the Dwarf Sword Saint puppet and A'Da rushing over, his situation was even worse, and it had become a dead end.

The Dwarf Sword Saint puppet wielded the sword in his hand, his swordsmanship fierce, each sword carrying great power and momentum, constantly compressing the axe-wielding Orc Saint-level powerhouse's space for movement.

A'Da was like an insurmountable mountain, his powerful Saint-level mid-stage power exuding, making the axe-wielding Orc Saint-level powerhouse feel immense pressure.

Under the siege of the crowd, the axe-wielding Orc Saint-level powerhouse gradually fell into despair.

His attacks became more and more weak, and his defense gradually collapsed.

His eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, but he couldn't change his impending fate.

Finally, after a fierce attack, the axe-wielding Orc Saint-level powerhouse crashed down, and cheers from the human side rang out on the battlefield.

The victory of this battle greatly boosted the morale of the human side, while the Orc side suffered a heavy blow.

The three Orc Saint-level powerhouses in the distance who saw this scene, their eyes instantly turned red, and they let out a furious roar.

This angry roar resounded throughout the battlefield, the sound containing endless anger and sorrow, as if to tear the entire world apart.

Whether it was the human side or the Orc side, they could hear it clearly, the sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart fiercely.

Hank immediately reacted, his face became serious, and he quickly said to Sauron, "Your Highness, the Orcs are calling for reinforcements."

Sauron quickly thought about countermeasures, his eyes swept across the battlefield, observing the situation of both the enemy and his own forces.

At this time, his heart was full of worries, he still couldn't determine the number of Saint-level powerhouses of the Orcs in the Northwest battlefield,

and he couldn't guarantee that Alonso and the others in the fortress would not feel their intentions and come to support them at the first time.

This uncertainty made him deeply aware that he couldn't blindly continue fighting, a slight carelessness might put the entire team in a situation of eternal doom.

"Withdraw first, and grab a few tongues along the way," Sauron said decisively. He understood that only by capturing prisoners to obtain information could he better understand the enemy's situation and prepare for the next battle. After speaking, he turned around and led the people towards the fortress.

A'Da cleared the way in front, his Saint-level mid-stage strength was like a bulldozer on the battlefield.

Wherever he went, the Orcs were repelled one after another, unable to stop his pace at all.

A'Da exuded a powerful aura, each of his attacks carrying great power, making the Orcs afraid.

Sauron led the team to quickly evacuate the battlefield, under A'Da's cover, they retreated in an orderly manner. Although the Orcs were chasing closely behind, they didn't dare to get too close due to A'Da's great power.

During the retreat, Shadow and others took the opportunity to find opportunities to grab tongues.

They were like agile cheetahs, shuttling through the chaotic battlefield, looking for suitable targets.

Once they found a single or injured high-level Orc, they would quickly strike and subdue them.

As the team gradually moved away from the battlefield, the tension in Sauron's heart eased slightly.

On the way back to the fortress, Sauron kept thinking about the next strategic deployment.

How should he deal with the unknown number of Orc Saint-level powerhouses?

How to coordinate with Alonso and others in the fortress?

These questions were hovering in his mind, waiting for him to solve them one by one.

When Alonso and the others received the news of the prince's return, the entire fortress suddenly boiled.

The three Saint-level powerhouses went out without hesitation, their bodies exuding a powerful aura, like three bright rays of light cutting through the sky, speeding towards Sauron's direction.