Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Before the Stahm Fortress, across the bastion outposts, tens of millions of goblins surged like a tumultuous black flood, sweeping towards the fortress in an overwhelming tide.

They were packed tightly together, each goblin baring its fangs and claws, emitting shrill and chaotic cries that merged into a thunderous roar, deafening to the ears.

Their footsteps pounded the earth, raising clouds of dust that enveloped the entire battlefield in a hazy, yellowish fog.

The goblins' figures flickered in and out of sight within the dust, like a legion of demons emerging from the depths of hell.

They wielded various crude weapons: rusty swords, rough clubs, and even stones picked up at random.

As the goblin army approached, the defenders on the fortress felt immense pressure.

This pressure stemmed not only from the vast number of enemies but also from the insane aura that seemed to devour everything.

The battle erupted instantly, with the defenders' arrows raining down like a storm upon the goblin horde.

However, the goblins seemed fearless of death, charging forward wave after wave.

The goblins in the front ranks were struck by arrows and fell, but those behind immediately trampled over their companions' bodies, continuing their advance as if the dead were mere stepping stones.

Magical light flashed across the battlefield as fireballs, ice arrows, lightning, and other magical attacks exploded within the goblin ranks, sending blood and flesh flying.

Yet the goblins did not stop; they charged towards the fortress with reckless abandon, trying to break through the defenses with their bodies.

The defenders on the walls fought valiantly, brandishing swords and engaging in fierce close combat with the goblins climbing up.

With each passing moment, lives were lost, and blood stained the walls and ground.

The goblins' corpses piled up before the fortress, layer upon layer, forming a terrifying mountain of bodies.

But still, the goblins surged like a tide, constantly climbing the corpse mountain and launching assaults on the fortress. The battlefield reeked of blood and gunpowder, with shouts of battle and screams of agony interwoven into a scene of utter devastation.

Amidst this endless goblin onslaught, the bastion outposts stood like solitary lighthouses, resiliently withstanding the storm's onslaught in the darkness.

Hanke hastily said, "We can't let the goblins continue their attack. Their bodies will soon level the walls, and then the orc army will attack."

Then, he waved his hand, and Shadow emerged like a phantom, rushing towards the battlefield.

On Shadow's back was a large basket filled with dark, round balls that appeared especially mysterious and eerie in the sunlight.

Shadow's figure darted swiftly across the battlefield, like a bolt of black lightning.

He accurately hurled the black balls into various parts of the battlefield, where they immediately began to emit black smoke.

The smoke initially drifted in wisps, but it quickly spread, like a black curtain enveloping large sections of the battlefield.

As the black smoke spread, the goblins began to cough, their sharp coughs echoing across the battlefield.

Their originally green skin turned blackish, their eyes gradually lost their luster, and their bodies became weak.

Then, one after another, they collapsed.

In an instant, large swathes of goblins fell on the battlefield, and the previously overwhelming offensive faltered.

This was the poison fog that Sauron had the Northwest Pharmaceutical Workshop specially formulate for the goblins. After careful research and preparation, it had a miraculous effect on them.

It could quickly erode the goblins' bodies, causing them to lose their fighting ability. But for humans and orcs,

this poison fog posed little threat, allowing Sauron and his forces to effectively contain the goblins' attack without affecting their own combat power.

On the walls, the defenders breathed a sigh of relief at this sight.

They once again felt admiration for Sauron's wisdom and decisiveness.

Sauron's move bought them precious respite and gave them hope of winning this goblin onslaught.

The poison fog used by Sauron was undoubtedly an unprecedented "biochemical weapon."

This poison fog was the product of the Northwest Pharmaceutical Workshop's meticulous research, its components carefully formulated and tested.

It was designed to target the goblins' physiological characteristics, quickly spreading and taking effect within their ranks.

Once inhaled or touched by the goblins, the chemical components in the poison fog rapidly eroded their bodily functions.

It affected their respiratory systems, causing them to cough incessantly, and then damaged their bodily tissues, causing their skin to turn blackish, their bodies to gradually lose strength, and eventually collapse helplessly.

Compared to conventional weapons, this biochemical weapon had unique advantages.

It could attack enemies over a large area without direct physical contact, effectively weakening their combat power.

Moreover, because it posed a relatively small threat to humans and orcs, Sauron's troops could avoid excessive harm to themselves while using it, achieving a targeted strike effect.

The black smoke that filled the battlefield was like the Grim Reaper's cloak, ruthlessly reaping the goblins' lives.

Under the shroud of the black smoke, the fanaticism in the eyes of the previously crazed goblins gradually faded, their bodies, eroded by the poison fog, began to disobey them, and fear gradually took over their hearts.

They no longer charged recklessly as before but slowly calmed down and turned to run towards the orcish camp.

The orcish supervisors stood behind the goblin army, wielding sharp blades and fiercely preventing the goblins from retreating.

In their eyes, these goblins were merely disposable cannon fodder, and they would not allow them to retreat in the face of battle. So, they began to slaughter the retreating goblins on a large scale, and in an instant, blood splattered and screams echoed.

More and more goblins retreated, like a flood bursting its banks, impossible to stop.

Under the torment of the poison fog and the fear of death, these goblins had lost their minds, and some bloodthirsty goblins even pounced directly at the supervisors.

The orcish supervisory force of several thousand was instantly overwhelmed by the goblin torrent.

The goblins used their crude weapons to attack the supervisors frantically, some even tearing at them with their teeth.

The supervisors' originally orderly formation was shattered, and they were plunged into a melee with the goblins, quickly suffering heavy casualties.

This scene left Sauron and the others watching in stunned silence.