Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Beast Emperor Doragon let out an angry roar as he watched the chaotic scene unfold in the main camp.

The roar echoed across the battlefield like thunder.

This roar was also a command, and the war drums at the rear of the Beastman army began to sound.

The sound of the war drums was deep and powerful, each beat seeming to strike the goblins' souls.

With the sound of the war drums, goblins fell to the ground in swathes, covering their ears, struggling in agony in the face of the mysterious drumming.

This was the Beastmen's way of controlling the goblins, using war drums with special frequencies to affect the goblins' nervous systems and make them obedient.

But at this moment, the effects of the poison mist made the goblins' resistance stronger than usual. Although many goblins fell, some still struggled amidst the chaos, plunging the battlefield into unprecedented chaos and bloodshed.

Under the spread of the poison mist and the relentless attack of the war drum's sound waves, this battlefield, originally filled with noise and frenzy,

instantly became a living hell, and tens of millions of goblins became the biggest victims of this war.

The poison mist, like the tentacles of a demon, spread wantonly among the goblins, ruthlessly stripping them of their vitality.

The goblins struggled in pain, their coughs and shouts intertwined, yet unable to escape the deadly corrosion.

However, it was all in vain. The sound wave's attack was all-pervasive, constantly destroying their will and bodies.

Under this double torment, the goblins' fate was already sealed.

They became sacrifices in the war between the Beastmen and humans, their lives like candles in the wind, extinguished in an instant in this storm of cruel war.

Beast Emperor Doragon stood in front of the camp in the distance, his gaze piercing through the smoke and chaos of the battlefield,

directly towards Fort Stam.

And on the walls of the fortress, Soren was also gazing at the distant Beastman camp, their eyes meeting across the chaotic battlefield.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with tension and a murderous aura.

Beast Emperor Doragon's eyes burned with flames of anger and hatred. He was furious at Soren's methods and heartbroken at the losses of his army.

He clenched his fists, vowing in his heart to make Soren pay a heavy price and regain the initiative in this war.

Soren's eyes, on the other hand, were firm and calm. He knew the cruelty of this war, but he also understood that in order to protect Fort Stam and the people behind him, he had to stand firm here and fight the Beastmen to the end.

His gaze towards Beast Emperor Doragon contained no fear, but rather a strong determination and confidence, as if declaring to the Beast Emperor that he would spare no cost to protect this land.

In this brief but long-lasting exchange of glances, both sides felt each other's firmness and determination.

Beast Emperor Doragon looked at the chaotic battlefield, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this attack had suffered heavy losses, but he also knew that he could not give up just like that.

After a brief weighing of options, he turned and returned to the camp, decisively issuing an order: "Let the attacking Beastmen retreat."

Those goblins who charged and died on the battlefield were nothing more than tools to be used in his eyes.

"As for those goblins, they're dead, so they're dead. The goblins who haven't been poisoned can still become their food," he said coldly, revealing his indifference to life at this moment.

Back in the camp, Beast Emperor Doragon paced back and forth, thinking about the next strategy. He knew that he could not delay any longer and had to make a bold decision. He suddenly stopped, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "We can't delay any longer. Rest in place for three days, and three days later, launch a general attack on Fort Stam. This time, I will personally take action and kill the human crown prince."

His voice echoed in the camp like a bell, full of determination and霸气.

This order quickly spread throughout the camp, like a shot in the arm to every Beastman's heart.

The morale, which had been low due to the setbacks in the attack, soared instantly.

The Beastmen thought of the Beast Emperor's bravery and power, and they believed that as long as the Beast Emperor took action himself, they would definitely be able to defeat the humans and capture Fort Stam.

They began to actively prepare for the upcoming battle, repairing weapons, sorting out equipment, and rekindling the flames of battle in their eyes.

In every corner of the camp, the Beastmen were talking about it.

"The Beast Emperor is going to take action himself, we will definitely win!"

A young Beastman soldier said excitedly, his face filled with a desire for victory.

"Yes, the human crown prince is doomed this time, we must avenge our dead brothers!"

Another Beastman echoed, clenching the battle axe in his hand.

The entire camp was immersed in an atmosphere of tension and excitement, looking forward to the general attack in three days,

looking forward to breaking through Fort Stam in one fell swoop under the leadership of the Beast Emperor, and winning glory and living space for the Beastman tribe.

At the same time, Soren came to the maze again alone.

The maze was filled with a mysterious aura, and the walls flickered with strange lights, as if telling ancient stories.

Soren easily passed through the winding passages, with the two Saint-level puppets, Ada and A'er, guarding him,

and easily came to the palace on the ninth floor, taking away the four Saint-level puppets refined by Zun Shang.

These four Saint-level puppets are no ordinary beings. They are the future guardians of several mazes, possessing powerful strength and mysterious abilities.

In order to cope with the Beastmen's attack, they were temporarily lent to Soren.

These puppets were tall and sturdy, obviously made from the corpses of Saint-level Beastmen powerhouses. Perhaps it was due to Zun Shang's aesthetics, but the fierce Beastmen faces were transformed into ordinary human appearances.

The only incongruity was their inhuman height and physique. The four Saint-level undead puppets exuded an aura of awe.

Their eyes flickered with cold light, as if ready to carry out their master's orders at any time.

Soren took the four Saint-level puppets back to his room, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

He quietly looked at the four Saint-level puppets, a firm light flashing in his eyes, and said lightly: "Four Saint-level puppets, even if the Beastmen have hidden power, we still have a chance to fight. Once the reinforcements arrive, it's time to counterattack." Although his voice was not loud, it was full of confidence and determination.