Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"Furthermore, we can unite some forces around the northern wilderness. I've already learned that the northern wilderness is dominated by the orcs, but there are many other tribes with conflicting interests with the orcs. We can offer them benefits to become our allies, provide us with intelligence, and assist us in battle. With their help, we can better cope with the complex situation in the wilderness."

"More importantly, we have all of you here, our brave Saint-tier powerhouses and eighth-tier transcendent masters. You are the empire's strongest force. With you, we have the possibility of overcoming all difficulties."

"Our attack on the northern wilderness this time is not only to expand our territory but also for the long-term stability of the empire,"

"so that our descendants can live in a peaceful and prosperous environment. I believe that as long as we are united, we will succeed!"

His words were like a flame, igniting the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts.

When Robert heard that there were still tribes in the northern wilderness who were dissatisfied with the rule of the orcs, he understood that,

Sauron did not propose the plan to attack the northern wilderness on a whim. He must have conducted an in-depth and detailed investigation of that mysterious and dangerous land.

The old prime minister looked at Sauron with profound eyes, with a few more points of admiration for this young crown prince, and at the same time, a new understanding of this upcoming operation.

However, Robert and the Saint-tier powerhouses present absolutely could not have imagined that the source of the valuable information Sauron possessed was so bizarre and cruel.

Those orc Saint-tier powerhouses who were killed on the battlefield, after their deaths, actually became an important source of information for Sauron.

While the Venerable One refined them into undead puppets, he used necromancy to extract the memories from their souls and send them to Sauron.

The intention behind this seemed simple, but it contained great ambition.

The empire would gain unimaginable wealth and power. Whether in the military, economic, or magical fields, it would be greatly improved by the resources in these labyrinths.

This would not only give the empire an absolute advantage in the subsequent confrontation with the orcs but also consolidate the empire's position throughout the continent, preventing other forces from easily provoking it.

But Sauron also knew that the difficulty of this task was beyond imagination.

The dangers in those labyrinths were not easy to deal with. Moreover, even with the assistance of tribes dissatisfied with orc rule, to launch an operation in the orc heartland, he would have to deal with the orcs' frantic counterattack.

The meeting quickly moved on to discussing where to enter the northern wilderness, but they had not considered that the orcs still had a million-strong army blocking their doorstep.

The imperial capital, Lordsa, that once incomparably prosperous great city, was now constantly shrouded in the haze of war.

The sky seemed to be lowered by the heavy haze, and the sunlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, only to cast a few weak rays, as if sighing powerlessly.

In the streets and alleys, the laughter of the past had long disappeared, replaced by a depressing silence.

The orc army pressed in like a dark tide, its momentum like the advent of the apocalypse, frightening many merchant guilds into panic.

Those merchant caravans that originally traveled throughout the empire, bringing prosperity to the cities, were now like frightened birds, retreating into the cities.

Their eyes were full of fear, lest they encounter those ghostly orc elite squads on the way.

These squads were like venomous snakes hidden in the darkness, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

This terrible scene would be staged every time a war broke out with the orcs.

The orc elite squads were extremely strong. Each member was a battle-hardened warrior, proficient in various combat skills, and possessed amazing strength and speed.

Moreover, their mobility was also astonishing, as if they were a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace.

They would wantonly burn, kill, and loot in an unprepared area, bringing death and destruction to every corner.

When the garrison received the news and rushed over, they had already quickly moved away, leaving only a mess and endless grief, leaving the garrison empty-handed every time, with only anger and helplessness.

In such a tense and breathless environment, the people of the imperial capital were constantly on edge,

like a bowstring drawn to its limit, which would break with the slightest disturbance.

And just then, a messenger galloped in from the northwest.

This time, the messenger's expression was completely different from the last time. He no longer had the urgency of a fire burning his eyebrows,

but seemed much more indifferent.

He rode his horse, passing through the streets unhurriedly, with endless secrets seemingly hidden beneath his calm face.

However, this indifferent and silent attitude stirred up a storm in the hearts of the people of the imperial capital.

They had long been accustomed to the tense war situation from the northwest. The messenger's urgency would make them worried, but at least it was a rhythm they were familiar with.

But now, the messenger's indifference made them at a loss. They mistakenly thought that a huge change had occurred in the northwest war situation.

For a time, the people were nervous, their eyes full of fear and unease.

A chaotic atmosphere began to permeate the streets, with people whispering to each other, guessing all sorts of possible bad situations, and fear spreading rapidly among the crowd like a plague.

Inside the palace, the atmosphere was as heavy as the dark night before a storm.

Emperor Gustav sat upright on the magnificent throne. When he received the news from the Shadow Guards that a messenger had been sent from the northwest, his brow furrowed slightly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and then he sighed softly.

"Let the Royal Guard Knights prepare to support the northwest."

Gustav's voice was low and majestic, echoing in the empty hall.

When he issued this order, he had already made the worst preparations. Obviously, like the people of the imperial capital, he also felt that a major change had occurred in the northwest, and it was likely to be an extremely bad situation.

The entire hall was silent.

The emperor and his ministers looked incredibly solemn, their eyes like sharp arrows shooting at the kneeling messenger, as if trying to glean the war situation in the northwest from his expression in advance.

The messenger felt the heavy pressure, but he still maintained a respectful posture, waiting for the emperor's inquiry.

"Your Majesty, a great victory in the northwest!" the messenger finally shouted loudly, his voice breaking the suffocating silence in the hall, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.