Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

As the veteran soldier approached the battlements, an iron hook gleaming with a cold light extended from the outside of the city wall, its sharp point shimmering under the moonlight like the scythe of death.

"Enemy attack!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice like a thunderclap tearing through the night sky, instantly shattering the tranquility.

The surrounding soldiers, hearing the cry, immediately awoke from their relaxed chatter, grabbed their weapons, and their eyes filled with tension and determination, ready to face the impending battle.

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The entire city wall instantly plunged into a tense atmosphere of war preparation, as a fierce battle was about to begin. When the cry of "Enemy attack!" exploded like thunder on the city wall, the cat-tribe warriors below instantly reacted with instinct and well-honed training.

Those who were focused on climbing stiffened slightly, but only paused for a split second before immediately resuming their ascent.

A fierce and resolute glint flashed in their eyes, showing no panic at being discovered.

The leading cat-tribe warrior let out a low, urgent, and sharp whistle, a sound that served as their battle signal.

Immediately afterward, they quickened their pace, using both hands and feet like agile apes, the specialized climbing tools scraping rapidly against the city wall.

Their muscles tensed, every movement filled with power and explosiveness, as they rushed towards the top of the city wall with reckless abandon.

Some cat-tribe warriors quickly unfastened small grappling hooks from their waists, forcefully throwing them towards higher points on the city wall. The grappling hooks accurately caught the edge of the battlements, and they used the hooks' strength to lift themselves into the air, attempting to break through the city wall's defenses in the shortest amount of time.

The cat-tribe warriors waiting below to climb immediately dispersed, forming a defensive formation.

Holding sharp blades, they vigilantly watched their surroundings, preparing to deal with any attacks that might come from the city wall.

At the same time, some of them began to transmit signals to the rear, summoning more companions to come and provide support.

As soon as the cat-tribe warriors poked their heads over the wall, they were met with a forest of spears, swords, and sabers.

The human soldiers attacked mercilessly, their eyes filled with determination and a belief in their duty to defend.

Spears thrust out like venomous snakes, swords and sabers flashed with a cold light under the moonlight, each swing carrying lethal force.

Cat-tribe warriors fell from the city wall one after another under the relentless assault, their bodies arcing through the air, accompanied by screams, before plunging into the darkness. However, the cat-tribe warriors did not retreat; they continued to climb upwards, one after another, attempting to break through the human defenses.

At the same time, the orc archers, who had approached within two hundred meters of the battlefield, raised their bows one after another.

Their grim faces appeared particularly ruthless in the moonlight.

With a command, they simultaneously released their bowstrings, shooting arrows towards the city wall.

In an instant, a rain of arrows flew up, like a dark cloud obscuring the night sky.

The sound of bowstrings was unusually piercing in the silent night, like the prelude to death.

Human soldiers on the city wall were struck by arrows and fell to the ground one after another, their armor and the bricks beneath their feet stained with blood.

But they showed no sign of retreating. A few soldiers quickly raised their shields, forming a solid defensive line, shielding their comrades.

They gritted their teeth, enduring the baptism of arrows, knowing that if they retreated and the city wall was occupied by the orcs, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this critical moment, the commander on the city wall quickly reacted.

Many ordnance soldiers immediately took action, skillfully operating the complex machinery, adjusting the "volley fire" device.

Their eyes were sharp, staring intently at the coordinates of the enemy archer positions, each movement precise and rapid, without the slightest hesitation.

As the order was given, an even denser rain of arrows appeared.

These arrows poured down on the orc archer positions like raindrops, the scene resembling a meteor shower, the arrowheads flashing with the cold light of death in the moonlight, whistling as they tore through the air.

Although the orc archers were thick-skinned and physically stronger than goblins, they faced tremendous pressure in the face of such a dense and fierce rain of arrows.

Many orc archers were struck by several arrows, blood gushing from their wounds, staining their rough fur. However, the fire of battle burned in their eyes, and they stubbornly persisted in drawing their bows and shooting arrows.

They knew their mission was to suppress the human soldiers on the city wall to the greatest extent possible, creating opportunities for the cat-tribe warriors climbing the wall.

Each time they drew their bows, each time they released an arrow, they did so with unwavering will, despite the excruciating pain in their bodies.

But their attacks did not diminish.

Just as the two sides were exchanging arrow fire and the battle was fiercely deadlocked, a low grinding sound rang out from within the fortress complex and the camps.

It was the sound of the magic cannons adjusting their direction and angle, a sound like the war god's drums, bringing new hope to the human soldiers and a great threat to the orc side.

The huge barrels of the magic cannons slowly turned, reflecting a cold metallic luster in the moonlight, like sleeping behemoths awakening, ready to unleash a deadly roar upon the enemy.

As the powerful energy shells of the magic cannons roared out of their barrels, the whole world seemed to tremble. The shells fell into the orc army like angry meteors, carrying the power of destruction.

In an instant, a huge explosion resounded through the sky, like the roar of the apocalypse.

The fiery light of the explosion soared into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield and turning night into day.

The powerful explosive shockwave spread in all directions, blasting away large swathes of orcs wherever it went.

Their bodies flew helplessly through the air like broken dolls, before crashing heavily to the ground.

A rain of blood and orc flesh and limbs fell from the sky, like a bloody storm, scattering over the orcs holding siege ladders and pushing towers in the rear.

The pungent stench of blood filled the air, making people nauseous. However, this bloody scene did not make the orcs retreat, but instead stimulated them to become even more violent.

At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds: to rush madly towards the city wall and destroy all the enemies in front of them. They roared deafeningly, rushing forward regardless of everything, the earth trembling under their frenzied charge.