Overlord: Darker Legends.

Chapter 1: Overlord's Birthday.

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The dim light of a cloudy day shone through the castle window and awoke a teenage girl. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and saw her sister and their lover in bed with her. Her name was Leia, her younger sister was called Luna, and their lover was lord Valgaav Gromgard. He was the last in line for the throne, but he had far more support from the people than his two elder siblings, and especially his father.

In any case, it was time for them to wake up. And when it came to her lover, there was only one way to do it. She nudged her sister awake so they could get started.

All of them were naked and could still feel the effects of the hours of sex they had last night. But now they were rested and ready for more. So they removed the blanket and got to work.

Leia and Luna sandwiched his iron-hard cock between their tits and took turns licking and sucking on it as they moved their tits up and down his shaft. The double blowjob and titfuck woke him up.

"Good morning master," Leia said as Luna took his cock as deep down her throat as she could manage. "Happy birthday. How about we make sure this special day gets off to a great start?"

Valgaav smiled as she positioned herself over his cock, then slid down onto it. She moaned as her womb was pierced by his cock. She stayed still for a moment before bouncing up and down, moaning in ecstasy as she rode him in the cowgirl position. She didn't change her position, but her hands did, moving from her sides to keep her steady, to fondling her boobs, to behind her head, letting her giant tits bounce freely.

As Leia wildly fucked him, Luna rinsed her mouth out and joined in with a makeout session that started with tongue wrestling and tit fondling, then he took a nipple in his mouth and fingered her snatch. This continued for an hour, but then with a grunt he shot his load into Leia, filling her womb with about a gallon of his seed.

Leia slid off his cock and Luna slid on. Then she laid down on top of him, wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him passionately and started shaking her hips. Valgaav held her tight with his left arm as his right hand fondled her breast. They continued for an hour and then he filled her womb up with his seed.

She collapsed on top of him, completely spent, with a look of pure sexual satisfaction on her face. Then he rolled her over and started thrusting again.

"Please master. Stop. I can't handle any more," Luna said as he took the lead.

"Too bad. I'm still good for a lot more."

Valgaav continued to fuck the two girls. He had his way with both of them, over and over. Their pussies, asses, tits, and mouths were fucked past the breaking point and filled with his cum. He only stopped so they wouldn't die from it.

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Valgaav was the third child born into the Gromgard family, who ruled the land of Greenvale, and the only one who still any kind of respect from any of the people. He grew up with almost nothing, as his older siblings were so selfish and greedy that they always took everything and never left him anything, and his parents never cared about him enough to do their jobs as parents. They spoiled his siblings and completely neglected him. All he had was a storage closet for a bedroom that the servants had to pass through to get to certain parts of the castle, and a few pieces of low quality furniture, including a small bed, a nightstand, and a rather empty wardrobe.

Leia and Luna were two sisters that Valgaav took in almost a year ago after he saved them from a bandit attack. The two were all over him ever since. They were both blonde, had fair soft skin, blue eyes, boobs bigger than their heads, sexy hourglass figures, and beautiful faces. The only difference between them was that Leia was two years older and a few inches taller. Grenville and Gerda dubbed them the Slut Sisters, claimed they were whores who'd been kicked out of a cheap brothel after getting too loose and disease ridden, and spread all kinds of bad rumours about them. Which only highlighted how petty and jealous they were, and how stupid some of the people around there were for believing anything they ever said. When Valgaav first had his way with them they were still virgins, and they had the hymens to prove it, and throughout the entire time they'd been with him they'd shot down every other advance made towards them. But despite no-one but Valgaav getting anywhere with them, the insulting nickname of Slut Sisters became what everyone referred to them as.

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With his sex drive sufficiently satisfied, he got dressed and went out. He passed a few of the castle servants along the way, and it seemed none of them remembered his birthday, as instead of saying happy birthday, they gave him the same greetings they always gave him. They said hello, one guy asked for help with his chores, and the rest complained about his father, his siblings, and the current lack of food and money. Not that he was surprised in the slightest.

When he made it to the main hall his siblings exited their well located, well furnished rooms. Lord Grenville was a tall, thin man who was very elf-like, despite clearly not being one, and acted extremely stuck up. Lady Gerda was a foot shorter, much wider, wore armour, and had a battle axe resting on her shoulder.

"I have matters to attend to in Illirium, Gerda," said Greenville. "You're in charge of the perverted brat and his filthy whores. I'm off."

"I'm not babysitting while you swan off to see your spineless, pointy eared boyfriends! I have my own business to attend in the Golden Hills. The runt and his disease ridden sluts can look after themselves."

"Well fine! Looks like you're on your own little brother! Do try to mutilate yourself horribly!"

Then they both slammed their doors with enough force to cause more of the castle to crumble and partially reveal a couple doors. He investigated the nearest one and ripped the boards off. He couldn't get in, as it was sealed with no handle or keyhole.

"Come on down to the kitchen young lord! A birthday present has arrived for you."

This was a surprise as he almost never received birthday gifts. Or any other kind of gifts. He made his way to the kitchen and was in no hurry as he had little doubt it wouldn't be worth the trip.

The kitchen was almost empty as the halflings had stolen most of the food in Greenvale.

"It's been in storage for years. Came with specific and very mysterious orders to deliver it on your 16th birthday," said Rollick.

Valgaav opened the box and looked at what was inside. It was a gauntlet. He reached in and put it on. It looked nasty with its bladed fingers.

"Nice. Seems familiar somehow. I wonder who sent it? Someone's looking out for you Lord. Don't you think so, Jinks?" Rollick said.

Jinks was the nearby Halfling and the castle jester. He'd been around for years, but in that time he's been abused past the breaking point and was now about as funny as a dead animal.

Valgaav left the kitchen and went back to investigate the hidden doors. One was at the bottom of the staircase and after a short examination, he concluded he'd need tools or an axe or something to bust through. The other was at the top of the stairs and it had a handprint on it. After moving the boards away he put his gauntlet on the handprint and the door opened. Past the door was the old throne room. And it was in no better shape than any other part of the castle. Weeds were growing through the stone, parts of it had crumbled, there were gaping holes in the roof, there was an infestation of mice and assorted bugs, there were cobwebs all over the place, there were two pathways blocked by debris, and the throne itself was broken and looked like a pitiful rock chair. Also in there was the castle treasury, which had a busted door that no longer served its purpose, and contained nothing but a couple weeds.

The only point of interest for him was a room opposite the throne that had a huge, glowing blue orb in it. Pieces of armour orbited around it and when he got closer they came together to form a suit of armour with an axe. When he touched it the armour it attached to him. There was no doubt it was the rest of the armour the gauntlet came from. It didn't take him much admiring to decide that he really liked it.

"Welcome Master… to your new home… Drink in its dark and dank aroma, for that is the smell of evil… And it is in your blood, Lord Valgaav Gromgard! I have been expecting you for a very long time."

Valgaav followed the voice to an iron maiden sitting in a corner of the room. All the while thinking how the place may have had the smell of evil, but it had the look of decaying ruins that were better off demolished.

"I've been having a little snooze since your christening…"

The iron maiden opened up and a bunch of bugs came out, along with a couple mice, followed by a short, ugly, grey creature that looked old as dirt, wore old rag-like robes, and had a stick attached to its back with a glowing rock tied to the end of it. It walked out and burped.

"And a little snack… I am Gnarl, your advisor and devoted servant of darkness! Your armour certainly suits you master… you barely even look human anymore," it said as it admired Valgaav. "Now, I admit this place has seen better days… But all it needs is your leadership as the new Overlord to turn it into the pinnacle of evil fortresses."

He was about to say more, but Valgaav was already heading for the exit. He went straight to the other hidden door and used his new axe to break it down. Inside was a vast room that was filled with empty stands and virtually nothing else.

"Looks like you found the trophy room sire. The Black Barron liked to keep proof of his victories on display so he could view them at any time," Gnarl said, speaking through Valgaav's helmet.

He then found a stone circle with a carving of a trophy on it.

"That's a spell stone young master. The Trophy spell I believe. Whenever you kill a new type of foe, it will automatically add a perfectly stuffed and preserved version of it to the trophy room, and then it will add a descriptive plaque. It also adds cases and plaques for the treasures you collect. With it you can fill this room with all your glorious accomplishments. I'll have it put where it belongs. In the meantime, I'd suggest you take Castle Gromgard for yourself. Your father's long gone, and your brother and sister have left, so all you have to do is destroy everything they own and stake your claim."

"Works for me."

He started with the portraits hanging up, tearing them to shreds. Valgaav had always hated those. There was one of Gerda, one of Grenville, one of their father, and even one of their bitch mother, but they had left him out. Not only that, they had gone out of their way to ensure he'd be left out. Those portraits were a symbol of how they acted and treated him, and tearing them apart just felt therapeutic.

Then he moved upstairs to his father's room. It was a disgusting mess of a place full of garbage, with a cheap statue of Duke Gromgard in the middle. Which honestly kinda reflected the sorry state of the kingdom and who was responsible. Forget running a kingdom, the Duke couldn't even maintain a bedroom with a whole team of maids working for him. Valgaav destroyed the statue, trashed the furniture, and moved on.

He went down to his sister's room and began trashing her hunting trophies. He didn't stop until everything in the room was destroyed.

"If you're done there, I have some friends who can't wait to meet you. They're in your brother's room, across the corridor."

The room was already trashed and three creatures were jumping on the bed.

"These are your Brown Minions. Look much to look at, but loyal fighters who'll bash whatever you wish, Sire."

They trashed the rest of the room and left. He met back up with Leia and Luna, who could barely stand after what he did to them, and filled them in on what was going on. As he was talking he heard a commotion from the kitchen and had to check it out. When he got there, he saw Rollick fighting off a bunch of halflings who had invaded the kitchen, armed only with cooking knives they picked up after getting in.

"Looks like you got a Halfling infestation sire."

"Not for long."

He led his Browns in and they began taking down the halflings. The Browns used their clubs to break bones, rupture organs, knock out teeth, smash in faces and fracture skulls. Valgaav used his axe to cut them down, he severed limbs, chopped off heads, and cut through chests and vital organs. Halfling blood was sprayed everywhere as they died bloody deaths. The room was cleared and the minions picked up some knives while they were in there, but he spotted another one fleeing and they gave chase.

They soon found the entire castle was under attack by the halflings. There were a lot of them, but they were spread thin and armed only with whatever they found lying around, mainly rocks and sticks, a few had rusty knives. Rather than trying to loot the place, they were going after the people inside. (Not that there was anything worth stealing there anyway.) They were trying to kidnap the female servants they found attractive by beating them down, tying them up and shoving them into sacs. And they were trying to massacre everyone they didn't want. The servants that surrendered and begged for mercy were either executed or tied up and thrown into sacs. Many of the ones that fought to defend themselves managed to buy just enough time for Valgaav to save them.

He quickly realized that Leia and Luna were still worn out from all the sex he had with them, thus they were powerless to defend themselves. And while their beauty was more than enough to deter being murdered, it also put them on the top of the kidnapping list. Unfortunately his only option of saving them was to continue his way through the castle, slaughtering everyone in his path. Which he did, leaving Halfling carcasses and pools of their blood all over the castle.

When he made it back to the main hall, the Halflings realized they were getting slaughtered by him and they all made a run for it. But by then they had already done plenty of damage and made off with a handful of servant girls, including Leia and Luna. And everyone in the castle had been wounded in some way. Injuries ranged from minor cuts and bruises that could be ignored, to serious injuries that would be fatal if not treated quickly.

"I won't let you pot-bellied pests get away!" Valgaav roared as he gave chase.

In a desperate effort to save themselves, the halflings did something that no sensible invader had ever done. They closed the castle gates. It was a tactic of cowards in retreat, but it bought them the time they needed. The halflings loaded the captured girls and whatever else they got their hands on into small carts and got outta there.

Valgaav needed more minions to turn the wheel and open the gate. But that required summoning more minions, and as Gnarl then explained, that required life force. Luckily the castle's infestation of giant rats and beetles would finally prove useful, as each offered enough life force for one minion.

"You should've told me that sooner Gnarl! Then I would've taken the life force from all the halflings I killed and I'd already be through there!"

"Sorry master."

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Once the gate was open they rushed out. Beyond them was farmlands. Sort of. Pumpkins, wheat, mushrooms, potatoes, and sunflowers grew there. (Which was stupid because sunflowers went against the dark themes of the game, didn't offer enough to make it a popular crop, and only existed in the Americas back in medieval times. In fact, you know what, scratch that, the flowers weren't there at all, instead there were turnips.) But too much of it looked rotten and disease ridden, and was by no means safe to eat. Where the farmers once had their homes, there were now piles of charred wood and skeletal remains. Where there were once stone structures and buildings dotting the road, there were now decaying ruins. Plenty of which had collapsed on the path, making travel through there difficult. Clouds covered the sky at all times, rats and beetles the size of small dogs could be seen roaming around, there was a feeling of dread and depression in the air, and it all looked like something from Dark Souls, or Bloodborn.

"I don't know what happened here, master. But it must have been a devastating force."

"The state of disrepair's due to a lack of upkeep, mixed with abuse from people coming through here. As for the rotten crops, there's a bunch of ugly plants that's killing them and we don't know how to deal with them yet. But Rollick's been looking into it for a while, so we should get an answer pretty soon. As for the houses that have been burned to the ground. That was my doing."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I've been complaining about my father's lack of action my whole life. When I was only ten he let me take charge and solve one of the problems just to shut me up and prove that it's not that easy. He chose the hardest one he could find, thinking I'd either fail in minutes or die trying. The hardest one around happened to be a plague that had just started. I didn't fail. I gathered our soldiers, we quarantined the infected, then we slaughtered them, then we set their places on fire. The plague was wiped out and the only ones we lost were already sick. I was happy with those results. Everyone I talked to my have been mourning the dead, but they were either satisfied with those results, or accepted that I made the right call. But my family sure wasn't. They had wanted me to fail, so they started bitching about how I murdered those 'innocent people,' without 'remorse or regret.' They said I was demented, psychotic, disturbed, and stuff like that. But everybody knew they were just trying to save face after I showed them up and accomplished more in one day than they had in their entire lives combined. And I only accomplished one thing."

"We could not have chosen a better man to be Overlord."

"And not long after that we learned that the very same plague that I wiped out affected other realms as well. And it devastated all of them. The very course of action I took was the only one that worked, and the places that either refused to do what I did or took too long to do it ended up getting wiped out by that plague. I kept the death toll here under fifty, the lowest death toll anywhere else was over seven hundred. I've been lording that over them for years, and they're still in denial over it."

Then flaming objects flew through the air and hit the castle, causing it to go up in flames and making part of the entrance collapse. Rollick came running out.

"The halflings! They've set the castle alight! We gotta do something!"

Valgaav looked around for a few seconds, trying to find something that could help. Then he spotted something on top of the castle.

"There are water towers on top of the castle. They should have more than enough water to put those fires out. Get the others and get on it. I'll stop them from causing any more trouble."

Before long he encountered more halflings. They had made a spot to catch their breath before attacking and to store their loot before transporting it. And it not only had some loot, it also had two catapults, a spell stone, and a couple of squirming sacs. Valgaav led the minions in to attack. He went after the ones chucking rocks first, then went after the closest ones. Soon the earth was stained with Halfling blood. With them out of the way, he turned his attention to the catapults. They were big, used a team of horses to ready them, and were manned by several halflings who never let up their assault. The halflings were easily slaughtered, the horses were sent running, and catapults were disabled, but not beyond repair. (After all, he could easily have plenty of use for those catapults later.)

He went for the sacs, thinking his girlfriends might be inside them. Only to discover two annoying servant girls instead. He cut their bonds and sent them on their way, then he went for the loot. Three chests of gold and a spell stone. He wasn't sure why they brought the spell stone.

"That's another Spell Stone master. Have your minions take it to the nearest Waypoint Gate."

Moments later, he learned a new spell. One that he could use in battle, unlike the previous one.

"That's the Lightning Strike spell, master."

They continued onward. Every time they made it to another spot, groups of halflings were there, and ready for battle. Some of which took advantageous positions, but that changed nothing. Valgaav and his minions spared no-one. His axe split one halfling down the middle, lopped off the head of another, and cut through the bloated stomachs and chests of three more, causing blood and guts to spray out like geysers. The minions, having better armed themselves with whatever they could get their hands on, stabbed, bashed, hacked and slashed their way through. They also slaughtered all the animals they could find on their way, which were mostly just giant rats and bugs.

The path forked. One way was blocked by a fallen pillar, the other continued onward. From the looks of it they used the pillar to cut off reinforcements and escapes, but currently had no use for the path. So he ignored it and continued on. Then the path split again. He took one route and soon found his path blocked by a bridge that had recently collapsed after it had been set on fire. And unlike the other bridges, this one was over a gorge with a deadly drop. When he tried the other path, he found it was a dead end.

"I'm not sure what to do now master."

"I think I do."

Valgaav walked up to the boulder that ended the path and struck it with his axe. His axe went right through it. The boulder was a fake made of thin wood with vines and weeds draped over it to make it look real. His minions joined in and they tore it down.

Past the fake rock more halflings were waiting for them. But when he started tearing through them, they turned and ran. Right through a nearby metal gate, which they then shut to keep him out. It looked too thick and sturdy to just wail on it, so he paused to think things through. Just past the gate was some kind of machine for cooking pumpkins, and on the fence was a gap just big enough for the minions to get through.

"Master, that thing looks like it has a lot of pressure built up. If your minions can break it, it might explode."

"I was thinking the same thing."

Moments later there was a giant explosion that blasted the gate down and killed a bunch of halflings. Then Valgaav just walked right through. Past that was a large, yet hard to find building. The Black Baron had used it as a storehouse and secret retreat in case he was forced to flee his castle. When the halflings found it, they took it over and turned it into their main base of operations.

Once they got the door open, they walked in. Close to the entrance was a spot where they unloaded their stolen goods, and not far from that was a string of cages that held some Red minions and the kidnapped servant girls. They had been stripped down to their underwear, or to nothing at all, and all of them were cowering in their cages, shaking in fear. Leia and Luna were in there as well, clad in nothing but panties. He released them all from their cages and the Reds were eager to join him in battle. Leia and Luna rushed into his arms, and the rest made a run for it, despite still being naked.

"Those are our Reds sire. They have a powerful ranged attack, perfect for dealing with enemies at a distance. If they're here, their hive must be nearby. Find the hive, Master, and then please return to put out these fires, it's getting toasty in here."

"Isn't everyone already using the water towers to put those out?"

"Yes, but it looks like we might run out of water before running out of fires."

When the nearby halflings heard the noise, they rushed out to stop the girls from escaping. And were met by a small horde of angry minions. Valgaav gave the Reds a chance to show their stuff, and was quickly disappointed. Gnarl's claim that their ranged attack was powerful was exaggerated. Those little balls of fire they threw were barely any better than the rocks the halflings were throwing. In fact, they might've been even worse.

"We're gonna need to work on your ranged attacks."

One of them turned and ran as fast as he could, warning everyone in the building of their invasion. Soon all of them were preparing to defend their base and all their stolen goods. They even made barriers out of piles of garbage and set them on fire. The Reds easily made short work of those, and the halflings cowering behind them didn't last much longer. A portal was opened inside and they used it to empty the building of everything of value and send Leia and Luna back to the castle.

While looting the place they stumbled upon a halfling girl who was hiding in a box, shivering fear, and hoping to go unnoticed. Valgaav noticed her, ripped the box apart, picked her up by the back of her shirt and held her there. She had long orange hair, a cute face, a slim body, revealing clothes, and absurdly huge tits. Each one was bigger than her head, and no-one would say her head was small.

"I surrender! Don't hurt me! I've never done anything! I just work at the shop!" she cried.

"Don't take me for a fool. The only halfling girls who have tits like these.."

He ripped her shirt open, exposing her bare breasts as she cried out and tried to cover up.

"Are the lucky few who meet the right conditions. 1: You're extremely well fed. 2: Your boobs naturally absorb all the calories. And 3: You don't get enough exercise. The only way you meet all those is if you're living the high life and never did anything to earn it. You might as well be wearing a crown," he said as he gave her tits a squeeze.

"My father's the one who brings home food. All I do is sell things at the store, look cute, and use my boobs to bring in customers. I'm harmless!"

"If your father's letting you live the high life, then he must be a pretty important man in this uprising. Maybe even the one behind it all. And that makes you a worthwhile trophy slave."

He then ripped the rest of her clothes off, tied her up, gagged her, and sent her to the castle.

"Gnarl, the busty halfling slut's a prisoner. Make sure she doesn't get away before I get through with her."

Then Valgaav found an odd well that was glowing red inside. And across the room was a second one that was glowing blue inside.

"That's a Blood Pit, and that one's a Mana Pit Sire. If you're low on health or mana, just sacrifice a minion to one to replenish your health. They'll gladly die so you won't have to. They're very loyal."

"Glad to hear it."

"Keep an eye out for those, lord. They should be scattered around all over, and they may just save your life."

They then entered a large room where a number of halflings were waiting for them. Too many to win against in a head-on fight. Past them were a bunch of enslaved girls who were clearly picked for their looks. Most of them were clad in nothing more than metal collars. They had been worked tirelessly, cleaning, cooking, serving them food, satisfying their sexual desires, and taking beatings whenever one of the halflings got angry and wanted to vent his rage.

"This is it! This, is where we win! This, is were you die! This, is where we avenge our fallen brothers! Men! Ready your weapons and prepare for glory!" one of them shouted.

The halflings were in a U formation and the ones in front were all equipped with shields and knives, and the ones behind those had spears. Plus there were a bunch of rock throwers positioned higher up. If he and his minions charged in there, they're be attacked on three sides while rocks were raining down on them. They'd get slaughtered. And it seemed the halflings weren't dumb enough to break formation. So he paused and tried to think of some alternate method of attack. He needed to at least weaken them considerably before engaging.

For a brief instant, he thought they'd gotten smarter and had a decent plan. And then he noticed a mine-cart full of explosives right next to him. Then they went right back to being little glutenous morons. He had the Browns send the cart into the wall of halflings and had the Reds ignite the explosives. The explosion completely obliterated everything within range. The only halflings left were the rock throwers, and those ones were quickly dispatched by Valgaav's lightning. And if that wasn't enough, the girls and goods were all out of range of the blast.

"That was pathetic. What made these fools think they stood a chance?" said Valgaav.

Rather than just freeing the captive girls, they collected them and sent them to the castle. Then they found their stored food, their stored gold, the Red Hive, building material, a bunch of machine parts, and blueprints for some crazy contraption, and then a new spell.

"That's the Dark Manipulationspell, lord. It's abilities are very unclear, but I do know that it's not to be used in battle," said Gnarl.

As they were taking it all back to the castle, one of the seemingly dead halflings began to stir. The very same halfling that gave the speech earlier. Valgaav noticed this and stepped on him, grinding his heavy, metal boots into the wounded halfling.

"You must be the idiot in charge. What made you think starting a war with me was a good idea? I wiped you all out and you were little more than a warm up. I only lost one minion. And the damage you little glutenous morons caused amounted to barely a fraction of what I took from you. You were better off staying lazy cowards."

The halfling coughed up blood as he tried to laugh.

"I'm not the one in charge and you didn't get all of us. Our leader, is attacking the castle as we speak. Along with all of our strongest warriors. We were going to join them as soon as we finished securing all the whores. You may have gotten us here, but we'll still win."

Then he died...

...When Valgaav stomped his head into paste.

"I doubt that."

"Master! The halflings are back! They attacking the castle again and have started more fires. You need to return with the Red Hive now," cried Gnarl.

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Once all the prizes were through the portal, Valgaav stepped through and found himself in the castle's underground dungeons. The Brown and Red Hives were in there, and there were spots for a couple more hives. But the room was small and unfit for his loyal soldiers to live in. He'd find them something better later, right now he had more pressing issues. Namely the halfling invasion.

He summoned his minions and went off. With the path to the throne room blocked, going through the dungeon was his only option. Not that it didn't work for him, as there were a lot of halflings in there. Not to mention a massive infestation of giant rats and beetles.

Valgaav led his minions and they traversed the dungeon. Halflings, rats, bugs, and fires were all over the place, but they barely slowed him down. The number of minions he could summon was only 5, so he was limited to 3 Reds and only 2 Browns, as at the moment the Reds were more important than the Browns, due to their ability to put out the fires and launch ranged attacks. He had to handle much of the closer combat himself, but the only thing that meant for him was a little more exercise and more blood on his axe.

Speaking of blood, the dungeon was turning into a morgue. Bodies were scattered around everywhere, guts were lying around, and pools of blood covered the floors. The stench of death filled the air, as did the smoke from the fires. It got harder to breathe with each step, but he continued forward. He didn't spare anything in his path, and found that there was a fair bit of gold stashed in that dungeon.

After a while they emerged from the dungeon and onto the castle's main floor. But they only had a few seconds to catch their breath before another halfling showed up. This one turned and ran. Valgaav moved through the castle but found no-one. They found a bunch of fires throughout the castle that they had to put out, but no halflings or servants. It wasn't until he neared the door to the throne room that he saw anyone. The throne room was barred shut and the halflings were trying to break into it. Everyone in the castle was probably barricaded inside.

The halflings saw him, but rather than charging in, they stood their ground and waited for him to attack. Valgaav paused. This would be the biggest group he ever faced at once without explosives. He positioned his Reds nearby and let them start roasting his foes. A couple dead halflings later and they all charged in. A couple of the minions died and Valgaav took a few hits, but they managed to wipe out the last of the halflings.

Then he got the door to the throne room open and searched inside. At first it looked empty, but then he found everyone hiding in the treasury. As it turned out, virtually everyone had already fled. Leia, Luna, Gnarl, the girls he brought back, the busty halfling chick he captured, and his friend Rollick were the only ones there.

"I won. I wiped put the halflings."

They all breathed a sigh of relief and then started celebrating. Their lord Valgaav had won a war against an invading army of halflings. And he did it with the smallest group of backup they'd ever seen. A feet they thought was impossible. Hell, if it had been Duke Gromgard and he had a hundred well-armed soldiers, he still would've found a way to lose. Yet Valgaav won with only 5 measly minions. To say they were impressed was an understatement. (All except the halfling girl, who translated all that as; everyone she ever knew or cared about had just been mercilessly slaughtered by the armoured monster who captured her, molested her, stripped her naked and took her prisoner, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.)

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Their celebration was cut short however, as a loud and annoying voice called from outside.

"Return the hive! Or face your doooom!"

"Sounds like you're not done yet."

"Is that Jinks?"

They all went to a window. There they saw Jinks riding a mobile machine in the courtyard. The machine was roughly twice as tall as Valgaav, looked to be steam powered, and had a rotating cannon on top that could fire pumpkins.

"The machine looks impressive, but using pumpkins as ammo is just stupid. We could just keep the door shut and ignore him, and there won't be a single thing he can do about it."

"Return the hive! Or face your doooom!"

"Yeah, but he's annoying. I'm gonna kill him just to shut him up."

Valgaav then exited the castle. All he had left was 2 Reds, so he put them on a guard marker and summoned some Browns.

"The time of the halflings is now! Surrender! Or be crushed by my contraption of doooom!"

Jinnks revved it up and charged, trying to run Valgaav over. But he got out of the way and Jinks crashed. So the Browns were sent in to bust it up. It took some damage but Jinks got it out of there and ran over a Brown. All the while he was continuously launching pumpkins at Valgaav, who either avoided them or cleaved through them with his axe. But then he ran Valgaav down. And while he was stunned, Jinks then fired some pumpkins at the Red minions, and they hit with just enough force to kill them.

"The bells have spoken! Gromgard is mine!"

Valgaav then got up, summoned more minions and prepared to retaliate. He sliced through a couple pumpkins, then narrowly avoided getting run over and Jinks crashed again. He sent his minions in to trash the machine as he blasted it with lightning. Soon it began shaking. Valgaav recalled his minions just before it exploded.

The explosion sent Jinks flying, and he almost cleared the castle walls. Almost. He became a splattered mess of blood and entrails high up on the wall. Then a Brown minion picked up his jester hat and stick with bells to take over as jester.

With the castle his, and the invasion thwarted, Valgaav was officially crowned the new Overlord, and his reign of terror was ready to begin.

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