Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Sauron quickly got up, put on his clothes, his movements swift and efficient.

After washing up, he stood in front of the window, took a deep breath, letting the fresh morning air fill his lungs, as if doing so could make him more awake to face the new day.

He began to think about the next plan, the movements of the orcs were still unclear, although they had temporarily repelled an enemy attack, Sauron knew that the orcs would never give up.

He needed to discuss further defense and strategic deployments with his generals to ensure the safety of Fort Stamm.

At the same time, he also wanted to learn about the follow-up situation of the Narike Maze, the mysterious Manager family seemed to hide many unknown secrets, and these secrets might allow him to better understand the Upper Plane.

He decided to find relevant personnel later to inquire about the latest progress and discoveries in the search for the Manager family.

Thinking of this, Sauron turned to look at Countess Fiana, who was still lying in bed, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

He walked over and gently kissed her forehead, and said, "You rest for a while, I'm going to be busy."

Countess Fiana smiled and nodded, watching Sauron's leaving back, her heart filled with love and admiration.

Sauron walked out of the room, the outside world had already begun to get busy.

Soldiers were training on the training ground, slogans rose and fell, full of strength and fighting spirit.

He walked straight to the conference room, preparing to summon the generals for a meeting.

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere was slightly subtle.

Jennifer looked at Sauron with a resentful expression, her eyes revealing a trace of loss and dissatisfaction.

Last night, she had finished bathing early and waited for Sauron in the room full of expectations, carefully preparing everything,

However, Sauron did not return all night, leaving her expectations unfulfilled.

Sauron noticed Jennifer's emotions, but said nonsense with his eyes open: "I was too tired last night."

When Jennifer heard him say this, the doubts in her heart suddenly dissipated a little.

She thought that the other Saint-level powerhouses went into seclusion to rest as soon as they came back, as their leader, Sauron bore greater pressure and responsibility, so it seemed normal to be tired.

"Then did you have a good rest last night!" Jennifer asked with concern, her tone with a hint of pity.

Sauron smiled and nodded, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, "Go to your room after the meeting and see if I have rested well."

Jennifer's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded lightly, her heart filled with a trace of sweetness and expectation.

At this time, the Saint-level powerhouses in Fort Stamm arrived one after another.

This was a meeting about Saint-level powerhouses, ordinary people were not qualified to participate.

The Saint-level powerhouses took their seats one after another, all of them exuded a powerful aura, but the atmosphere at the moment was not serious, but added a bit of ease because of the small episode between Sauron and Jennifer.

The meeting was about to begin, and Sauron also put away the smile on his face and became serious.

"Since the start of the war, we have killed eight orc Saint-level powerhouses. Even if the number of orc Saint-level powerhouses is more than us, it is impossible to exceed several times the scale. If there are so many, they can just push them directly. Why do they need to test step by step like this? Now the offensive and defensive positions are changing, and it's our turn to test the number of orc Saint-level powerhouses."

Sauron's voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the conference room.

His eyes sparkled with confident light, as if everything was under his control.

Sauron's speech made a group of Saint-level powerhouses couldn't help but smile.

They knew that this was a difficult battle, but the results they had achieved now gave them hope.

These Saint-level powerhouses had experienced life and death on the battlefield, and every confrontation with the orc powerhouses was thrilling.

Now, under Sauron's leadership, they had finally gained a certain advantage, which made them feel extremely proud and gratified.

This was simply a fantasy to him.

He recalled the great pressure they had faced when facing the orc powerhouses at that time, and felt a burst of fear in his heart.

Hufu felt a chill down his spine, no wonder the Heavenly Eye Sword Saint and Alonso stopped him from playing in the battle at that time, but only remotely attacked those orc Saint-level powerhouses.

This was afraid that the three of them would be besieged by the orc Saint-level powerhouses!

He now understood that the battle situation was far more complicated and dangerous than he imagined, and Sauron and the others had achieved such brilliant results in such a difficult situation.

Originally, on the way here, Hufu had heard that Prince Sauron was good at fighting, and was the proud disciple of the God of War Blore, and his future achievements in the military would even surpass Blore.

Hufu initially dismissed this statement, but now it seems that he underestimated His Royal Highness.

Now in Hufu's heart, there is only admiration for Sauron, and at the same time, he is also glad that he can support the Northwest battlefield.

He deeply knew the cruelty and difficulty of this war, and the Northwest battlefield, as a key link, was of extraordinary significance.

Except for one Saint-level powerhouse left behind in the Imperial Capital, the remaining Saint-level powerhouses of the Empire went to the two battlefields to support the war with the orcs.

The Northwest battlefield, as the main battlefield, had the greatest pressure and faced the most Saint-level powerhouses, so when assigning support tasks, many Saint-level powerhouses had concerns and were unwilling to go.

In the end, Hufu came first, and another powerhouse led the support troops to arrive later.

Unexpectedly, the Northwest battlefield took the lead in making contributions, according to the current configuration of the Northwest battlefield, it may even be possible to launch a counterattack.

The more Hufu thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but speak first, "Your Highness, what should we do next?"

Sauron nodded slightly, glanced around the Saint-level powerhouses in the conference room, his eyes flashing with the light of wisdom.

"We can't act blindly, the first thing to do is to continue to collect information." His voice was calm and powerful,

as if giving everyone a reassurance.

"Shadow has already led a small team to investigate the movements of the orc camp, but that's not enough, we need to know the orcs' rear troop deployment, material reserves, and whether they have any hidden Saint-level powerhouses."

"We can send out small teams of Saint-level powerhouses, disguised as surprise attacks, to lure the enemy out of their lair." Alonso continued, his eyes revealing a hint of sternness, "If the orcs still have Saint-level powerhouses as hidden forces, they will definitely not turn a blind eye to our provocation."

"At the same time, the defense of the fortress cannot be relaxed." The Heavenly Eye Sword Saint added: "Although we have a certain advantage, the number of orcs is still huge. Once they are cornered and launch a large-scale strong attack, we must be able to defend it. Don't let all the orc Saint-level powerhouses be killed, and the fortress will fall. Even if we try our best, it will not be possible to kill all the orcs."

Everyone nodded in agreement with these suggestions.