Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"Then, Your Highness, should we inflict some psychological blows on the Orcs?" Huf asked again, "For example, by displaying our strength and making them fearful."

"That's a good idea," Soren smiled slightly. "But we need to grasp the right measure. Being too flamboyant might provoke the Orcs into a desperate counterattack. We can appropriately display our advantages in small-scale, localized battles, letting them know we have enough power to contend with them, thereby disrupting their deployments."

The atmosphere in the conference room was lively and orderly. The Saint-ranked powerhouses, centered around Soren's plan, discussed the details, each contributing their thoughts.

Soren, filled with heroic spirit, said, "Alright, let's decide on this. Starting tomorrow, you old gentlemen will join forces to raid the Orcish military camps. I want to see how many Saint-ranked powerhouses they actually have left."

His voice was full of confidence and determination, as if he already saw the dawn of victory.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Everyone responded in unison, their eyes also burning with fighting spirit, ready to meet the upcoming challenge.

The meeting ended, and the group of powerhouses prepared to leave. Soren called out to Old Prime Minister Robert and Great-Grandfather Alonso.

Soren, with anticipation in his eyes, asked, "Great-Grandfather! Old Prime Minister, I wonder if you have any reserve candidates for the Saint rank to recommend?"

In this long war, the cultivation of reserve forces is crucial.

Only by continuously having fresh blood join the ranks of Saint-ranked powerhouses can they ensure they maintain an advantage in the confrontation with the Orcs.

Hearing this, Alonso and Robert's eyes lit up, and they nodded in unison.

They understood Soren's profound meaning and were gratified by his long-term vision.

Both of them are now considered Soren's direct line of powerhouses, people who can be completely trusted. The people they recommend are naturally much more reliable.

Alonso spoke first, "Soren, I do have a few good seedlings. They are exceptionally talented and extremely hardworking in their cultivation, but they lack some luck. If they can obtain potential breakthrough potions and breakthrough magic array assistance, there is a high probability they can break through to the Saint rank."

Robert followed closely, saying, "Your Highness, I also have a few candidates here. They are not only strong but also have outstanding intelligence and strategy. In the current situation, we need not only powerful force but also talented people with wisdom and strategy to deal with various complex situations."

Soren listened carefully to their introductions, nodding occasionally.

"Great-Grandfather, Old Prime Minister, please compile a list of these people and their detailed information for me as soon as possible. We need to formulate a comprehensive plan to enable them to improve their strength in the shortest amount of time and contribute to the future of the empire."

Alonso and Robert solemnly replied, "Yes, Your Highness, we will definitely handle it as soon as possible."

Early the next morning, just as the dawn's light broke through the darkness, Stam Fortress was already stirring.

Under the powerful magical cover of the mage corps, the Saint-ranked powerhouses of Stam Fortress were like a group of tigers released from their cages, surging out together.

Even Ada was released by Soren without hesitation. He knew that Ada's mid-Saint rank strength was enough to crush most Saint-ranked powerhouses on the battlefield and was a sharp blade in this operation.

A total of three two-person teams were dispatched: Alonso and Robert, this experienced combination, cooperated tacitly. One was good at close combat and strong attacks, and the other was proficient in magic assistance, complementing each other;

Hank and Huf, both sword masters, their combination was full of explosive power:

Skyeye Sword Saint and Shadow, Skyeye Sword Saint's swordsmanship was superb, able to see through the enemy's flaws, and Shadow shuttled through the battlefield like a ghost, good at sneak attacks and assassinations.

The three combat teams were like sharp daggers, shuttling through the battlefield.

Their goal was clear: to specifically assassinate the high-level forces of the Orcs.

As soon as an Eighth-Order Orc showed its head, it would immediately be fatally struck.

Their actions were swift and decisive, like streaks of lightning across the battlefield.

In just over ten minutes, Alonso and the others were like grim reapers reaping lives, killing over thirty Eighth-Order Orcs.

This brilliant record successfully lured out the Orcs' Saint-ranked powerhouses.

When the Orcs dispatched nine Saint-ranked powerhouses in one breath, the powerful lineup and sense of oppression shocked Alonso and the others.

Knowing that they could not fight head-on, they chose to retreat at the first opportunity.

During the retreat, they covered each other, methodically.

The mage corps' covering fire once again played a role, providing them with a certain buffer.

Alonso and others quickly disengaged from the battlefield and ran towards Stam Fortress. Although this operation failed to achieve the initial goal of testing the total number of Orcs' Saint-ranked powerhouses, they also obtained important information, that is, the Orcs still possessed considerable Saint-ranked power on this battlefield.

After returning to the fortress, Alonso and others immediately reported the situation to Soren.

Soren frowned and fell into deep thought.

"We still underestimated the strength of the Orcs," Soren frowned, a trace of gravity flashing in his eyes.

Just then, a soldier ran in like a gust of wind. His face turned pale with terror,

His voice trembled slightly as he shouted loudly, "Report! The Orc army is attacking the fortress! They have deployed tens of millions of goblins! The entire battlefield is densely packed with goblins—."

His voice echoed in the command post, like a thunderclap, instantly plunging everyone's hearts to the bottom.

"What?" Alonso stood up at the first moment, his eyes full of shock and eagerness, his figure flashed,

Soren stood up and walked steadily towards the city wall. The officers followed him, accompanying Soren to the city wall to watch the battle.

Stepping onto the city wall, the scene before them made even those who were mentally prepared gasp.

On the battlefield, the goblins were like a black wave, stretching as far as the eye could see. The noisy cries they made gathered together, as if to shatter the sky.

They held crude weapons in their hands, but their eyes were full of fanaticism, surging towards the fortress.

Soren stood on the city wall, his expression stern, like an unshakeable mountain, quietly watching this doomsday-like scene, ready to meet the upcoming cruel battle.