Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The neighing of warhorses and the unified marching of knights converged, making the scene even more awe-inspiring.

The originally chaotic refugees were stunned by this scene, then their eyes lit up with hope, as if they had seen a savior descend, and the shouts gradually subsided.

The garrison soldiers immediately straightened their backs, their expressions became more serious, and they hurriedly organized their formation, preparing to welcome His Highness the Crown Prince. At the same time, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With His Highness the Crown Prince here, perhaps a proper solution to this thorny situation could be found.

Soren reined in his horse, bringing the warhorse beneath him to a halt. His gaze swept coldly across the chaotic scene before him, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty. Then, he frowned, raised his voice, and asked coldly, "What exactly is going on?"

That voice seemed to carry a hint of chill, making the surrounding air seem several degrees colder.

The garrison general, hearing Soren's question, hurriedly stepped out from the ranks, his expression slightly nervous. He first respectfully bowed to Soren, and then cautiously said, "Your Highness, these refugees are attempting to storm North Lake City. They are gathered outside the city gate, numerous in number, and their emotions are very agitated. We have tried to persuade them with kind words, but they simply won't listen and keep surging forward. We are truly afraid that they will break through the defenses, so we have confronted them."

As soon as the general finished speaking, Soren's face instantly turned gloomy. He suddenly raised the horsewhip in his hand and lashed it fiercely towards the general. With a crisp sound, a red welt immediately appeared on the general's face.

"What refugees? They are all citizens of the Empire!" Soren reprimanded sternly, his eyes filled with anger and heartache. "Now that the Empire is suffering from the ravages of war, they are displaced and homeless, merely seeking a place to settle down. You, as the Empire's garrison soldiers, not only do not appease them, but instead confront them and treat them as enemies. Where are your duties and responsibilities?"

After responding, Jennifer quickly turned around, her movements as agile as a cheetah.

She ran towards the catering team in the rear, shouting loudly as she ran, "Brothers of the catering team, hurry, start cooking, move quickly! His Highness the Crown Prince has ordered that all refugees must have a hot meal!"

That voice echoed in the air, carrying an unquestionable majesty, allowing everyone who heard it to feel the urgency of the matter.

The soldiers of the catering team, hearing Jennifer's shouts, busied themselves. They quickly set up stoves, added firewood, and started fires. Some people were busy carrying ingredients, while others began washing vegetables and cutting meat, each performing their duties in an orderly manner.

Jennifer shuttled among the crowd, constantly directing and urging, ensuring that everything proceeded quickly and efficiently.

She knew the refugees' hunger and suffering at this moment, and also understood the importance that His Highness the Crown Prince attached to this matter.

Therefore, she dared not slacken in the slightest, and was determined to let these refugees eat as soon as possible and feel the care of His Highness the Crown Prince.

Those refugees who were originally full of fear and anger breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Soren's words, and their tense nerves relaxed all at once.

They looked at Soren with gratitude in their eyes, many even with red eyes and tears in their eyes, constantly chanting words of gratitude to His Highness the Crown Prince.

In this chaotic world, they had been fleeing all the way, suffering cold looks and hardships. They thought they would be turned away again, continuing to struggle in hunger and suffering, but they did not expect His Highness the Crown Prince to treat them so kindly. This allowed them to see hope for life again in despair, and also feel a trace of warmth and care from the Empire.

Unlike the group of refugees led by Tosi, the people gathered in North Lake City were all spontaneously gathered together in the war and then fled here. There was no real leader among them, like a plate of loose sand, only relying on the instinct to survive to struggle in this chaotic world.

At this moment, Soren's appearance undoubtedly became a ray of dawn in their darkness, rekindling their expectations for future life.

Afterwards, Soren walked among the refugees with kindness and warmth. He slowed down his pace, with a warm smile on his face. Whenever he encountered a refugee, he would stop and gently ask about their experiences, comforting these uneasy people, allowing them to feel the care and warmth from the Crown Prince of the Empire.

The refugees gradually let go of their guard and began to talk to Soren, and the originally tense and oppressive situation became much warmer.

In the next second, the Endless Blade suddenly sounded an urgent voice in his mind: "There are eight Saint-level lackeys slowly approaching you."

As soon as these words came out, Soren was immediately frightened into a cold sweat, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

But he instantly calmed down, maintaining a kind smile on the surface, casually thinking of something, and walked towards Jennifer.

"My dear, thank you for your hard work." After Soren finished speaking, he hugged Jennifer and kissed her in front of everyone without hesitation.

As soon as this action came out, many refugees immediately cheered. They were moved by the deep affection between His Highness the Crown Prince and Jennifer, and the atmosphere at the scene became even more enthusiastic and joyful.

However, the Crown Prince's guards and the Shadow and several other Saint-level powerhouses were shocked. They knew that this was definitely not a simple intimate act.

This was a pre-arranged code that Soren had given to his subordinates. Once an enemy was discovered outside, he would use the action of kissing and this sentence as a code to remind them that an assassin was approaching.

At this moment, the guards and the Shadow and others immediately became alert. They dispersed without making a sound, protecting Soren and Jennifer in the middle, while their eyes warily scanned the surroundings.