Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Beast Emperor Doragon watched the troops led by Mazar, silently praying for their success.

The outcome of this battle was crucial for the future of the Orc tribe.

If they could capture a fortress, they might be able to turn the tide of the battle and regain the initiative in the war.

On the battlefield, Mazar was like a rampaging beast, displaying astonishing strength and ferocity.

He leaped high, the axe in his hand drawing a dazzling arc in the night sky, accompanied by his furious roar.

The enormous axe aura, with the force of sweeping through thousands of troops, slashed towards the city wall.

That axe aura contained his endless power and rage, as if to cleave the entire world apart.

With a loud crash, the city wall was blasted open by this powerful attack, sending bricks and stones flying and dust billowing.

This breach seemed like a gateway to victory, opening a passage for the Orc warriors to charge in.

Upon seeing this, the Orc army immediately cheered excitedly, surging towards the breach like a tide.

Their eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty light, eager to rush into the fortress and tear the human soldiers inside to shreds.

However, the human defenders did not sit idly by.

Just as the Orc army charged towards the breach, the magic cannons, which had been prepared long ago, let out an angry roar.

A dazzling light flashed, followed by a deafening explosion.

The devastating strikes of the magic cannons were like heavy bombs, erupting in the midst of the Orc army.

Instantly, hundreds of elite Orc warriors were reduced to ashes under this powerful attack, their bodies blasted to pieces, blood and limbs flying everywhere.

The originally surging momentum of the charge was instantly checked by this sudden blow, and the Orcs screamed in terror.

They scattered in all directions, dodging the attacks of the magic cannons.

Mazar was furious when he saw his subordinates suffer such heavy losses.

His eyes turned blood red, like burning flames.

He raised his axe again, focusing all his strength into this one strike, and slashed towards the turret in the center of the fortress.

His movements were swift and decisive, carrying endless anger and a determination for revenge.

With another loud crash, the turret was demolished by Mazar's full-force strike.

Bricks and tiles fell one after another, raising a cloud of dust.

Mazar stood on the ruins, panting heavily, his eyes still full of anger and fighting spirit.

Standing on the chaotic battlefield, Malik looked at the collapsed turret and the huge breach in the city wall, his brow furrowed, a trace of gravity flashing in his eyes, then he sighed slightly: "The entire army retreats from the fortress complex, and the engineering corps acts according to the predetermined plan."

His voice was steady and powerful, clearly conveying to every soldier's ears in this noisy battlefield.

Although the soldiers were somewhat unwilling, they had unwavering faith in their commander's orders and began to withdraw quickly and orderly.

On the other side, Mazar, the Saint-level powerhouse of the Orcs, demonstrated astonishing strength and recovery ability.

After only a few seconds of panting, he once again raised the huge axe that radiated a cold light and rushed towards the volley device of Fortress No. 3.

His figure was like a black lightning bolt, bringing a gust of wind wherever he went, his momentum terrifying.

In the process of charging, he keenly noticed a strange scene.

After all, these fortresses were important strongholds for their defense, and giving up easily was somewhat illogical.

However, Mazar then shook his head, thinking that his personal strong attack as a Saint-level powerhouse was a huge deterrent to the human army.

Under this absolute suppression of strength, it was only natural for them to have this reaction.

He continued to charge towards his target, only thinking about destroying the human defensive facilities as soon as possible to create better offensive conditions for the Orc army.

When the last human soldier in the fortress was beheaded, a cruel smile appeared on Mazar's face.

He walked to the center of the fortress, raised his axe high, and forcefully chopped off the human flag.

The flag slowly fell, as if symbolizing the failure of the humans here.

However, at this moment of victory, Mazar suddenly felt a violent magic fluctuation coming from the depths of the earth.

This fluctuation was extremely strong, like a sleeping behemoth awakening, causing a sense of unease to surge in his heart.

He stopped his movements, vigilantly looked around, trying to find the source of the magic fluctuation, preparing to respond to this sudden new situation.

Soon, Mazar's keen perception determined the source of the magic fluctuation, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

The magic fluctuation was like a surging sea of ​​anger, and the magic elements within it became more and more violent and chaotic, as if it were an erupting doomsday volcano.

He was shocked, and before he could even utter a curse, he leaped up suddenly, his figure flying into the sky like an arrow.

He knew that staying here would be swallowed by that unknown terrifying power.

In the next second after he flew away, the No. 3 fortress complex, like a lit powder keg, suddenly burst into a violent explosion.

The light of the explosion was like the rising sun, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield, so dazzling that people could not open their eyes.

The terrifying shock wave, centered on the No. 3 fortress, spread out in all directions like a surging tsunami, ruthlessly submerging the thousands of elite Orcs who had charged into the fortress complex in an instant.

These Orc warriors didn't even have time to let out a scream before being torn into pieces by the flames and impact of the explosion. The huge explosion sounded like the death knell of doomsday, echoing on the battlefield.

The energy generated by the explosion was like an out-of-control prehistoric beast, ravaging everything around it.

Not only the Orcs who charged into the fortress complex, but even the Orcs slightly farther away were affected.

They were overturned to the ground by the powerful impact, their bodies flying like fragile leaves in the wind, and many Orcs were hit by the rubble and debris generated by the explosion, seriously injured and falling to the ground.

The ground, which was already precarious in the previous battle, once again endured this unbearable weight,

A large area collapsed.

The earth was like a broken puzzle, pieces sinking down, forming huge pits and cracks.

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos and destruction.

And Mazar in the air, looking at the hellish scene below, was both shocked and angry in his heart.

Beast Emperor Doragon, who was originally sitting on the high platform watching the battle, suddenly stood up. He never expected that the humans would be so crazy.

The situation of this war has once again undergone earth-shaking changes due to this explosion.