Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Inside the Governor's mansion of Stam Fortress, lights blazed brightly, and a grand banquet was in full swing, celebrating the momentous occasion of the Empire's birth of three Saint-tier powerhouses.

In the hall, dazzling crystal chandeliers cast soft, bright light, reflecting off the ornate attire and exquisite tableware, refracting a mesmerizing halo.

The tables were laden with various delicacies, exuding an enticing aroma.

Fine wine swirled in delicate glasses, its rich color as captivating as a gemstone.

Those able to attend the banquet were all high-ranking figures in the Northwestern Army or the Northwestern bureaucracy.

They were dressed in splendid formal attire, adorned with medals and jewels symbolizing their status, their demeanor elegant and refined.

The armor of the generals gleamed with metallic luster under the lights, a symbol of their glory;

The officials wore magnificent robes, their conversations filled with laughter, displaying their authority.

These people gathered together, their joyful laughter echoing in the hall, sharing in this delight.

However, this arrangement was not solely for celebration. Mid- and low-level officers were not qualified to attend this banquet, and there were important strategic considerations behind it.

In times of war, maintaining the army's combat effectiveness and ability to respond to surprise attacks is crucial.

If mid- and low-level officers were all involved in the banquet, the army would likely fall into a leaderless chaos, even being wiped out by the enemy in one fell swoop, should an enemy attack.

This layered arrangement was to ensure that the fortress's military defenses remained on high alert while celebrating.

However, the people immersed in the joyful atmosphere had not yet noticed the approaching danger.

Under the cover of night, the Orc army was stealthily advancing towards the fortress complex outside Stam Fortress, their movements like ghosts in the night, about to bring unexpected changes to this banquet.

Meanwhile, the banquet continued amidst songs and dances, with people raising their glasses in cheers, toasting to the empire's strength and future, unaware that a brutal battle was about to erupt not far away.

This meant that, in the eyes of everyone present, he held the key to unlocking great power, mastering the path to promotion that countless people dreamed of.

"Your Highness, allow me to offer you another toast," Huf said with a beaming smile, his spirits very high.

The goblet in his hand refracted a mesmerizing light under the lamps, much like the light flashing in his eyes at this moment.

After witnessing the remarkable Saint-tier breakthrough scene during the day, he had already understood Soren's method for breaking through to the Saint-tier.

He deeply knew the immense value contained within. For his family, this could be an excellent opportunity to achieve a leap forward.

In this world where strength is paramount, Saint-tier powerhouses are the guarantee of a family's prosperity.

Although Huf's family also had a certain foundation, with several peak Eighth-Order experts, he was the only Saint-tier powerhouse.

To ensure the continuation of Saint-tier powerhouses in the family's future, it was necessary to maintain a friendly relationship with this prince.

At this moment, he seemed to already see the glorious scene of his family possessing multiple Saint-tier powerhouses in the future, dominating one side, and all of this depended on the young prince in front of him.

The others around him also had similar thoughts, and they gathered around Soren, trying to get closer to him. The atmosphere of the banquet became more lively, but it also invisibly hid various complex thoughts and conflicts of interest.

Some people had already eagerly sent the news back to the capital. They were either out of loyalty to the royal family, or to seize the opportunity in the chess game of power, or simply wanted to cause a sensation.

Regardless of the purpose, once this news reached the capital, it would surely set off a shocking wave in that prosperous but turbulent center of power.

Especially the two demigods in the imperial palace, they would definitely be eager to come to the Northwest.

Beneath the walls of Stam Fortress and the fortress complex, the night was as dark as ink, providing excellent cover for the attackers.

A large number of Catfolk warriors appeared like phantoms, their figures lithe and agile, like ghosts in the dark night.

These Catfolk warriors held specially made tools in their hands, the tools gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight.

They skillfully embedded the tools into the gaps in the city walls and began to quickly climb, the whole process silent, with only a slight metallic clanging sound dispersed by the night wind.

On the walls, the patrolling soldiers were taking a break during their rounds.

They gathered together and began to chat about the grand banquet at the Stam Fortress Governor's mansion.

A young soldier said with a face full of longing: "Have you heard? The banquet at the Governor's mansion is really luxurious. I've never seen those delicacies and wines in my life."

An older soldier next to him replied with a smile: "You kid, all you know is eating. That banquet isn't just for eating and drinking, it's to celebrate the birth of three Saint-tier powerhouses in our empire."

"Yes, it's amazing! With these three Saint-tier powerhouses, can we easily defeat the Orcs?" The young soldier's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Hmph, don't think too simply. The Orcs aren't easy to deal with either, but with Saint-tier powerhouses, our chances of winning will definitely increase a lot," the older soldier said solemnly.

They talked about the liveliness of the banquet and the power of the Saint-tier powerhouses, but they were completely unaware that danger was quietly spreading under the city walls.

Relying on their excellent climbing ability, the Catfolk warriors had gradually approached the top of the city walls, their eyes flashing with fierce light, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the unsuspecting human soldiers on the walls.

The young soldier frowned slightly. He strained his ears, feeling somewhat puzzled and bewildered. This sound was very strange, and he had never heard it before.

"Did you guys hear anything?" His voice was questioning, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.

The older soldier became alert upon hearing this.

His weathered face was like a taut bowstring, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Years of guarding Stam Fortress had made him familiar with the Orcs' strange fighting styles. Even the slightest unusual sound could be the prelude to impending danger.

"Everyone, be alert!" His voice was low and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of every soldier.

Before the words were finished, he quickly raised his shield, his steps steady and swiftly approaching the city wall.