Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Beneath the city walls, the orcish assault continued.

The Bear Clan warriors had already inflicted some damage on the city gates, which were teetering under their attacks.

The Dog Clan spearmen and Pig Clan warriors relentlessly pressured the city walls, making it difficult for the human soldiers to focus on repairing the gates.

The harpies and wyverns in the sky also launched continuous attacks, causing immense trouble for the human defenses.

But the human soldiers, with their unwavering will and united spirit, repelled the orcish attacks time and time again.

They used scalding hot oil, massive boulders, and dense volleys of arrows to inflict significant losses on the orcs.

However, as time passed, human casualties gradually increased, and the city walls became covered in blood and corpses.

At this critical moment, Soren saw that the orcish army was gradually gathering beneath the city walls, and he believed the time was right.

"Send the order! Artillery unit, prepare!" Soren commanded loudly.

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers of the artillery unit immediately sprang into action.

The one hundred and twenty magic cannons were already prepared, their barrels pointed at the orcish army beneath the city walls.

With a command, the magic cannons roared to life.

The cannonballs streaked across the night sky like meteors, carrying destructive power as they plunged into the orcish army.

Instantly, massive explosions erupted within the orcish ranks, the fiery light illuminating the entire battlefield.

The shockwaves from the explosions spread outwards, sending nearby orcs flying.

The Pig Clan warriors' shields were like paper in the face of the explosions, shattered into fragments.

The Dog Clan spearmen suffered even greater casualties in the explosions, their fragile bodies unable to withstand such immense impacts.

The Bear Clan warriors were also affected by the explosions, their charge disrupted, and many were injured by the force of the blasts.

The harpies and wyverns in the sky were frightened and began to flee in disarray.

The orcish shamans attempted to use their witchcraft to resist the magic cannons' attacks, but their magic seemed insignificant in the face of such overwhelming firepower.

The orcish army fell into chaos, their previously orderly offensive formation shattered by the magic cannons' bombardment.

Draugr saw this scene and was greatly alarmed.

He had not expected that the humans had concealed such powerful firepower, which dealt a tremendous blow to the orcish offensive.

But Draugr did not give up because of this; he immediately ordered a change in tactics.

"Shamans, strengthen the magical defenses! All units, reorganize the attack!" Draugr's voice echoed across the battlefield.

The shamans acted quickly, concentrating their power to cast a powerful magical shield in front of the orcish army.

This shield, like a transparent dome, enveloped the orcish army, attempting to withstand the magic cannons' attacks.

At the same time, the leaders of the various tribes were working hard to reorganize their units, helping them recover from the chaos.

However, the human magic cannons did not cease their attacks.

Cannonballs continued to strike the magical shield, each impact causing it to flicker.

Although the shield temporarily withstood the magic cannons' attacks, the shamans were also under immense pressure, their magical power rapidly depleting.

On the city walls, the human soldiers saw the orcish army fall into chaos, and their morale soared.

They seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, attacking the orcs with even more intense volleys of arrows and stones.

At the same time, some brave soldiers even lowered ropes and climbed down from the city walls to launch surprise attacks on the orcs, attempting to disrupt their reorganization.

Maza saw this situation and roared in anger.

He brandished his massive axe and charged towards the human raiding party.

His strength was astonishing; each swing of his axe sent nearby human soldiers flying.

Under his leadership, some orcish warriors also rallied and engaged the humans in fierce close combat.

The siege had entered a feverish stage, with both sides fighting with all their might.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, and blood and corpses were everywhere.

Everyone was fighting for their beliefs and goals, life and death had become unimportant, and only victory was the sole pursuit.

As time passed, the shamans' magical power gradually depleted, and cracks began to appear in the magical shield.

Draugr knew that if the shield were to break, the orcish army would once again suffer a devastating blow from the magic cannons. He decided to go all in.

"All elite units, charge with me! Break through the city gates!" Draugr personally led a force composed of elites from various tribes, charging towards the city gates.

She mobilized all the reserve forces within the fortress, preparing to engage the orcs in a final battle at the city gates,

while reporting the matter to Soren.

Soren stood on the city walls, his expression solemn.

When he heard the news that the orcish elite units, led by Draugr, were charging towards the city gates like madmen,

he was speechless for a long time, only his eyes becoming more determined, as if the flames of a decisive battle were burning in those deep eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly raised his hand and ordered loudly: "Order the magic cannons to adjust their angles and concentrate their fire on the elite units led by Draugr."

Following his order, the artillery unit quickly sprang into action.

The massive barrels of the magic cannons began to slowly rotate, emitting a low, mechanical rumble, like steel behemoths awakening from their slumber.

The artillerymen nervously and skillfully operated the cannons, adjusting the angles and the input of magical energy, ensuring that each shot would accurately land in the densest part of the enemy, which was where Draugr's elite force was located.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The magic cannons roared, and the cannonballs streaked across the sky like meteors, dragging long tails of flame, and howling towards their targets.

Each explosion set off a storm of blood and gore in the orcish ranks, and the powerful shockwaves sent the surrounding orcs staggering.

Although the elite units led by Draugr were all battle-hardened warriors, they also suffered casualties and confusion under the dense rain of magic cannon fire. However, encouraged by Draugr, they still maintained their momentum and showed no signs of retreating.

Soren looked at the battle before him, took a deep breath, and then raised his arm and shouted: "My lords, it is time for us to enter the fray. If we can slay the Orc Emperor Draugr in this battle, the Northwest will have twenty years of peace."

His voice was like a resounding bell, reaching the ears of every Saint-tier powerhouse.

These Saint-tier powerhouses were all legendary figures among humans, possessing world-shattering power, but they usually lived in seclusion, rarely venturing out. However, upon hearing Soren's declaration of victory, a fiery light flashed in their eyes, and each of them was filled with fighting spirit.