Chapter 25: Golem Smash
"Move your asses ya bearded basterds, or you will drinking WATER for the rest of ya days!" The Dwarvern taskmaster, a sour old man in iron armor, roared at the crew brought in to start repairs on the Wall. All around him dwarves lugged wooden supports too the base of the wall as the rubble was cleared away. The taskmaster was in a worst mood then ever. It was near midnight, cold, and he was stuck fixing an utterly ruined wall with a crew that was still working off their ale. Dwarven soldiers stood watch, but the majority of their squad was sent in pursuit of the Overlord, last sighted in the mountians. The taskmaster was about to let out another string of orders when the sound of heavy boots replaced it with a sigh. Turning, he glared at the Captain as he walked toward the old dwarf. The torchlight shone off his more servicable iron armor, padded with leather, and gave the half asleep taskmaster a headache.
"Taskmaster, can you hurry this up? Its been about two hours and there is still rubble!"
"Well maybe you can clap your hands and magic the wall together. Either that or get me a crew that aint half asleep and even more drunk!"
The captain growled into his beard, "Im not in a mood for your whining and neither is the King."
"Then how abouts your little soldiers lend a hand. Id say a squad could speed up the process."
Instead of a growl, the captain glanced uneasily beyond the wall. Frowning into his own greying beard, the taskmaster leaned close.
"They havnt come back yet?"
The captain sighed and shook his helmed head, "No, not even a report. I dont like this at all, and I dont like him. It was a mistake to send so few after that monster."
The taskmaster roared at some dwarves to lift that stone up if they even wanted to think of ale again, then turned back.
"We need to improvise then. There is no way in the Abyss we can clear it all out tonight. I need alot more men then this. I need-"
What the taskmaster needed was cut off as both dwarves caught the oddest noise. A sort of whistling noise that was coming of the air. The captain flung himself out of the way just as a boulder landed, smashing the taskmaster to a pulp and sending blood over his crew. Standing up and drawing his axe, the captain roared orders to his men, who drew their own weapons and took cover. On a hill above them, the giant slingshots began to move into position. For a moment, the darkness beyond the torches was silent. Then the sound of boot, dwarvern boots, filled the air as a lone soldier can into view. The captain held out a hand to hold his men as the soldier staggered into the light. The dwarf took one more step before falling over. On top of his back, its blades shining with blood, a green Minion looked up and waved.
"Hello!"
The captain stared at the thing before taking a rock and hurling at it. The Green dodged and ran back into the cover of darkness.
"Rock man! Rockman smash little guys now!"
"Little! Get back here and look up at my eyes next time you call US little you beardless little lizard!"
Standing up the dwarvern troops yelled insults at the Minion, insults that soon went to curses as more boulders fell down on them. Out of the night a enormous creature burst into view, a rock golem. Standing on its shoulder, demonic sword blazing, was the Overlord.
Zechs peered down at the enemy and sneered. Most of the troops had returned deeper into the Hills once he retreated, his new friend had killed those that came after him. Now only thirty dwarves and a fleeing construction crew stood against his entry. Sending his will through the golem, Zechs had it tear out another chunk of earth and fling it at them. The enemy ran out of range, right into his charging Browns. The dwarven slingshots couldnt risk hitting their own men, so they opened fire on the Golem. The living rock growled as the barrels exploded off its solid chest and began stomping over. The beast lifted up its arm and with a roar slammed its palm down on the artillary. Below the Browns cut down the dwarven troops, keeping them separated then stabbing their swords out. Soon the battle was over and fresh Minions streamed into the nearby village. The golem bent down and Zechs jumped off. Around him Minions were arming themselves with dwarf armor and weapons, around their size and superior to most other equipment.
The beat of wings announced Vanitas as the black dragon landed an hour later. By then the village was fortified, Minions patroling and guarding the way in, some of the ruined wall bring dragged in as barriers. Zechs stood in the center with his arms crossed, a table covered in maps before him.
"A good night, Lord?"
"Yes. Iv sent some Greens out to harass the roads around here, and I will remain here for a few days to organize the assault. There is a pub down the road, one with a entrance to a nearby fort. Did you see anything useful on your flight?"
"I saw your mistresses glare at eachother as they bid me off. Other then that nothing of note."
Nodding Zechs turned and entered a nearby house for his sleep. In three days things would go very badly for these stone carvers.
IM ALIVE! Shocking I know. So many things getting in the way. While im around, id like my readers, those that still bother looking, to give me some feedback on what the next Overlord story should be. The choices are the Overlord you fight in the first game, an elven Overlord in Everlight, or a pirate like Overlord in a new setting. Anyone?