Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

This book is first published on the entire network by 𝕥 𝕨 𝕜 𝕒 𝕟 . 𝕔 𝕠 𝕞

Prince Alterleaf stood on the high watchtower, closely watching the situation on the distant battlefield, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

When he saw his Iron-Blooded Knight Order, trained for many years, begin to retreat after a brief engagement with the Desert Camel Corps, only to be intercepted by the rebel heavy infantry, his heart sank.

"Quick, send out a rescue force!" Prince Alterleaf ordered anxiously, his voice filled with urgency.

But even so, everything happened too suddenly. Hundreds of Iron-Blooded Knights fell one after another under the rebel encirclement, their blood staining the yellow sand red.

"No!" Prince Alterleaf couldn't help but roar, his eyes instantly bloodshot. His hands gripped the railing of the watchtower tightly, his knuckles turning white with the force.

These Iron-Blooded Knights, each and every one of them, were elites he had painstakingly cultivated, expending countless efforts and resources.

Now, with hundreds of them lost just like that, how could he not feel heartache?

"Even the ordinary infantry are professionals... is the rebel army really that strong!?" Prince Alterleaf muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.

He had always known that the rebel forces were not to be underestimated, but he never imagined they would be so powerful.

His Iron-Blooded Knight Order was a formidable force trained over many years. Due to the Empress Dowager's special care, their equipment was in no way inferior to the Royal Guard Knights. Even if their cultivation was slightly inferior, their combat power was still among the best in the entire empire.

In past battles, they had been invincible and achieved great feats. But who would have thought that today, in a battle with the Desert King's Desert Camel Corps, they would be at a disadvantage, and even be beaten so badly by the enemy's ordinary infantry during the retreat.

"What exactly is going on?" Prince Alterleaf's heart was filled with doubt and unwillingness.

Such a result not only concerned the outcome of a single battle, but could also affect the direction of the entire war.

If the rebel army's strength was truly far beyond imagination, then the upcoming battles would become extremely difficult.

"Send my order, immediately summon all the generals to the central army tent for a meeting!" Prince Alterleaf gritted his teeth, turned around, and quickly walked down the watchtower.

He had to find a countermeasure as soon as possible, and he couldn't let today's tragedy happen again, let alone let this war develop in a direction unfavorable to the empire.

Soon, the generals rushed to the central army tent one after another, each with a solemn expression.

Prince Alterleaf sat in the main seat, his eyes coldly scanning the crowd, and said, "Everyone has seen today's battle. The rebel army's strength is beyond our imagination, and we can no longer take it lightly. Next, how should we respond? Everyone, speak your mind freely."

For a time, discussions filled the tent, and the generals expressed their opinions. Some advocated strengthening defenses and waiting for further support from reinforcements; others suggested taking the initiative to attack, finding the weaknesses of the rebel army, and delivering a fatal blow.

Prince Alterleaf quietly listened to the opinions of his generals, his mind racing. A bold and risky plan was gradually taking shape.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his pupils. Just as he was about to explain his thoughts, suddenly, a deafening clamor came from outside the camp, followed by chilling shouts of killing.

"Report!" A messenger stumbled into the tent, kneeling on one knee, his voice filled with undisguised panic and anxiety. "The Icefield King's Frost Wolf Knights are attacking our camp! Their main force is rushing straight for the main tent, led by two Saint-level Frost Wolf Knights!"

This sudden news was like a bombshell, instantly exploding in the tent.

The generals who were originally engaged in fierce discussions instantly turned pale, each standing there dumbfounded, at a loss.

Prince Alterleaf suddenly stood up, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He knew that if he lost his composure at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable. "What are you panicking about!" he shouted angrily. "Immediately organize a defense and be sure to block the enemy's attack!"

However, the situation was far more severe than everyone imagined. The Frost Wolf Knights' attack was too sudden and fierce.

They were like a cold torrent, instantly breaking through the camp's defenses. Everywhere they went, flames soared into the sky and screams echoed.

The two Saint-level Frost Wolf Knights were like two sharp blades, wantonly traversing the crowd, unstoppable.

When they rushed out of the camp, the scene before them made everyone gasp.

The camp was in chaos, soldiers were fleeing everywhere, and the figures of the Frost Wolf Knights loomed in the flames,

like demons from hell.

"Kill!" Prince Alterleaf roared, taking the lead and charging towards the enemy.

His sword drew a sharp arc in the air, instantly slashing a Frost Wolf Knight who rushed over from his horse.

However, facing the two Saint-level powerhouses, Prince Alterleaf and his generals seemed somewhat overwhelmed.

The strength of the Saint-level Frost Wolf Knights was too powerful. Their attacks were not only powerful, but also extremely fast,

making it impossible to defend against.

In the fierce battle, one of Prince Alterleaf's confidant generals was unfortunately stabbed by a Saint-level Frost Wolf Knight's lance and died on the spot.

Prince Alterleaf was filled with grief when he saw this, but he knew that he must not retreat at this moment.

The two Saint-level powerhouses hidden in Prince Alterleaf's army, like lurking raptors, finally made their move.

They had been holding back, waiting for an opportunity - to confirm that the enemy did not have a third Saint-level powerhouse. After all, the duel of Saint-level powerhouses often determines victory or defeat in an instant. One more Saint-level enemy means one more fatal danger.

One of the Saint-level powerhouses, dressed in a black robe, was surrounded by mysterious rune lights. He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and thick lightning bolts, like dragons, rushed down, heading straight for the retreating Frost Wolf Knights.

Each lightning strike created a huge pit in the ground, splashing dust into the sky. Many Frost Wolf Knights were unable to dodge, were instantly struck by lightning, screamed and fell from their wolf backs, their bodies twitching a few times before becoming still.

The other Saint-level powerhouse held a giant sword that exuded a chilling light, his figure rushing towards the Frost Wolf Knights like lightning.

With each step he took, a deep footprint was left in the ground.