Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

These words exploded like a thunderclap in the banquet hall.

The lively atmosphere instantly froze, and people's faces were filled with shock and worry.

The music stopped abruptly, the dancers halted, and all eyes focused on Soren.

Soren's expression immediately turned solemn, the light in his eyes shifting from gentle to sharp as a sword.

He frowned slightly, his mind racing to devise a response. But in just a moment, he regained his composure,

Soren listened intently, his mind quickly analyzing the situation.

"Royal Guard Knights and Northwest Knights, stand ready!" Soren's voice was firm and powerful, echoing through the hall.

He knew that these two elite knight orders were crucial forces in responding to the crisis, their combat power and discipline would play a key role in this battle.

The knights immediately sprang into action, neatly forming ranks, their eyes filled with a desire for battle and absolute obedience to orders.

"Lord McCarthy and Shadow, immediately leave the city to scout. Retreat immediately if anything seems amiss!" Soren then issued the order.

McCarthy and Shadow possessed exceptional reconnaissance and adaptability; they would surely be able to escape unscathed if they sensed danger.

In this critical moment, understanding the specific situation of the Orc army was a prerequisite for formulating an effective strategy.

Soren looked at them sternly, emphasizing the importance of a safe retreat; he did not want his warriors to fall into a desperate situation when the situation was unclear.

"Grandpa Alonso and Lord Hank, secretly monitor and be ready to provide cover!" Soren continued his deployment.

As experienced powerhouses, Alonso and Hank's presence would provide a solid backing for the reconnaissance mission.

Soren believed in their judgment and strength, that they could protect McCarthy and Shadow at crucial moments, ensuring the smooth progress of the reconnaissance mission.

"All other Saint-tier experts, stand ready on the city walls." Soren arranged things methodically.

Saint-tier experts were a decisive force on the battlefield, their appearance would exert enormous pressure on the Orcs.

Soren quickly made these decisions. As for the deployment of ordinary troops, he believed that Countess Fiana would arrange it properly.

She had extensive experience and outstanding ability in military management, and Soren had full confidence in her.

And the only thing he really needed to worry about was the Orc Saint-tier experts.

In his view, the Orc Saint-tier experts were the core threat of this war. As long as they could be completely eliminated, then the situation of the war would undergo a fundamental change, and the scales of victory would tilt towards humanity.

In the tense situation, Soren stood confidently in the center of the banquet hall, his eyes sweeping over everyone present, and said in a loud voice: "Gentlemen! If this battle can wipe out most of the Orc Saint-tier experts, it will be a great opportunity for us to counterattack the Northern Wilderness. I also want to see if the Northern Wilderness is really as desolate as the legends say."

His words were full of determination and longing for the future, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory shining before his eyes.

Everyone in the banquet hall was infected by Soren's confidence and echoed: "We also want to accompany His Highness the Crown Prince to see the Northern Wilderness."

Their voices were full of trust in Soren and enthusiasm for battle. At this moment, an impassioned fighting spirit filled the entire hall.

As Soren's orders were quickly conveyed, the situation on the battlefield began to change.

The first to launch a counterattack was the mage corps. The Northwest Mage Corps and the Imperial Mage Corps cooperated closely, demonstrating amazing coordination and powerful magical power.

Together, they cast a large-scale earth fissure spell. The ground began to tremble violently, and huge cracks, like the open mouths of giant beasts, mercilessly devoured thousands of Orcs.

The light of magic illuminated the night sky, and the earth roared in trembling.

Those Orcs who were originally charging fiercely instantly fell into chaos. They screamed in terror, trying to escape this terrible earth fissure.

The cracks continued to spread, not only devouring a large number of Orc lives, but also destroying the environment around the city walls. The originally flat ground became rugged, and the Orcs' attack route was severely hindered, making their attack even more difficult.

This counterattack by the mage corps inflicted a huge blow on the Orc army and bought valuable breathing space for the human defenders.

The soldiers on the city walls saw this scene and their morale was greatly boosted. They cheered and became even more determined to guard the city walls.

In other parts of the battlefield, various units were also acting quickly according to Soren's deployment, preparing to meet the next round of Orc attacks. A fierce battle was fully launched outside the Stamm Fortress.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Orc Emperor Draghen closely monitored the development of the battle.

When he saw the Imperial Mage Corps unleash a powerful earth fissure spell, instantly changing the battlefield situation, he understood in his heart that their carefully planned sneak attack had lost its best opportunity.

A trace of determination flashed in Draghen's eyes. He knew that there could be no more hesitation at this moment.

As the leader of the Orcs, he had to respond quickly and lead his army to find a breakthrough opportunity in this difficult battle.

"Maza, take your men to attack the fortress group. Capture a human fortress as quickly as possible. I want to use that fortress as a bridgehead to radiate to other human fortresses." Orc Emperor Draghen decisively issued the order, his voice low and powerful, filled with unquestionable authority.

Maza was a brave Saint-tier expert of the Golden Lion tribe. He was burly and exuded a fierce aura.

Hearing the Orc Emperor's order, he immediately knelt on one knee and replied loudly, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

His eyes burned with a desire for battle. For him, this was an opportunity to show his strength and make contributions to the Orc tribe.

Maza quickly got up and summoned his troops. He roared loudly, inspiring every Orc warrior. "Brothers, follow me! For the glory of the Orc tribe, we must capture the human fortress!"

The Orcs raised the weapons in their hands and let out deafening shouts. Their momentum was like a surging tide, rushing towards the fortress group.

Under Maza's leadership, the Orcs rushed towards the human defense line like an unstoppable torrent.

They ignored the terrain obstacles caused by the earth fissure spell and bravely moved forward.

Some Orcs fell on the rugged ground, but immediately got up and continued to charge;

Some Orcs were hit by the aftermath of the magic, injured and bleeding, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered, without retreating.