Overlord: Darker Legends

by PirateRaider

This is how Dark Legends should have been. A much darker, more gruesome story of blood, death, gore, rape and suffering, where the Overlord cuts a path of bloody destruction, amasses a harem and steals piles of treasure on his path to the top. Rated M for lemons, blood and death, you're been warned.

6. 5: Sidequests & Orc invasion

Overlord: Darker Legends.

Chapter 5: Sidequests & Orc invasion.

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Both Melancholy Moors and the witch's home were now a part of the Overlord's territory. But he didn't want to stick around for another minute in a place where he could catch every disease on the planet. He wasn't a germaphobe, he just wasn't such a fool to think that a force that claimed more lives every year than all the wars, murders and animal attacks in the world put together should just be ignored. So now he was in a bath, trying to scrub off everything he got on him while dealing with the witch and her army of flesh golems. And several of the servants were cleaning his weapons, armour and clothing.

He ordered the witch's place be looted, then torn down, then sanitized with fire. Then he ordered all of Melancholy Moors be sanitized with fire as well. And given the sheer amount of blood, bile, gore and other disgusting stuff that was in those parts and the high risk of disease that came with them, the townsfolk were almost too eager to see that get done, yet none were eager to join in on it.

While he was in the tub for the third time that day, getting washed by his sexy women, he called Gnarl in.

"Gnarl. Is there any way to check if I or the minions caught anything while we were in there?"

"Oh, you needn't worry about that, sire. Beings who have mana like yourself, the minions, and the witch, all have an extremely strong resistance to diseases and whatnot. The only way you could have caught anything is if you ingested a concentrated dose of the stuff."

"Well, I didn't ingest any of it, but the Blues were swimming in the stuff."

"If they did catch anything, the effects would be visible in minutes and they'd be dead within the hour. So I think it's safe to say you're in the clear."

"Good to know. Thank you Gnarl."

"Oh wait, that reminds me. That also means that using diseases as a weapon of war won't work well against magical beings. Remember that."

"Thanks again Gnarl."

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Due to the incident with the witch, Overlord Valgaav hadn't had time to break in his new slave and the former wolf queen, Red Riding Hood. And now he also had the witch's granddaughter Chrome to break in as well. He had them washed and brought to him.

Red was furious. She was trapped in a human body, stripped naked, and taken as a trophy slave, all by the man who slaughtered everyone she ever knew, then she was locked in a cage, then she was given a bath, (being a wolf she hated those,) and now she was being brought to him. She was so mad that she was hoping he'd skull rape her. Then she'd take his whole length down her throat, get even his balls into her mouth, then bite it all off! She didn't care what death she'd face afterwards, just as long as she at least destroyed what he treasured the most.

Chrome on the other hand, was just terrified. Her grandmother had forced her to help create an army of flesh golems, many of which were made out of the local townsfolk, including the children. She had no choice, yet she knew she deserved no mercy. She didn't know what was coming next, but she was sure she wouldn't be able to handle it.

Once they were bathed, they were forced to get on their hand and knees and crawl naked to Valgaav's quarters, with a pair of minions riding them like horses. Gripping their hair like reins to steer them, and slapping their bare asses to get them moving. When they got there, they saw that his quarters were well made, fully furnished, and finely decorated. They had no idea that its construction was just recently finished, but they did take notice of how new things looked. Like the red drapes, fur rugs, statues, or that tiny little girl with giant tits who was currently dancing naked in an overly sexy fashion for the amusement of the Overlord, who was sitting on a couch, clad only in a robe and a hood that hid his face. She shook her body, made her breasts bounce continuously, and only paused to strike leg spreading poses that were accompanied with her pussy lips being spread by her fingers in an effort to entice him into mounting her. Then Red realized that the fur rugs were made from wolves, and one of them was hers. At this point she was praying for a chance to bite his dick off.

Red and Chrome were shocked, appalled, and outraged. They couldn't believe this bastard. And Chrome couldn't believe the tits on that little girl. Chrome was still a teenager, and her form fit that. Her hair was purple, and went past her shoulders, her body was skinny, her boobs were a mere B-cup, and she had been struggling for years to make them bigger. But that slutty little girl had boobs so big that her arms could barely reach past them.

"Ah, my new slaves have arrived. Get over here!"

The minions on their backs got off them and kicked their bare asses, driving them to craw over to him. Once there he grabbed them by their hair and pulled them to their feet. Red tried punching him, but her hand almost broke on his chest. Then he threw her into the wall and she hit it hard. Her head and shoulder were bleeding, she had a concussion, and her shoulder may have been dislocated. Chrome began apologizing and begging not to be hurt.

"You've been terrorizing the townsfolk, murdering children, and you've tried to kill me. You will be punished!"

He could've just warped their minds and turned them into obedient slaves, but he wanted to punish them for their actions first. He tied their hands together and strung them up from the ceiling, as some girls came in and attached their feet to the floor. Once they couldn't move, let alone lash out, a tray of torture devices were brought in. He chose to start with the whip.

For hours upon hours he brutally tortured them. He brought them to the brink of death, then he revived them with potions, only to resume torturing them again. It wasn't long before Chrome started begging for the sweet release of death. Red held out a lot longer, hoping to do something to in some way avenge her wolves, but she too gave up and began begging to just be killed. But Overlord Valgaav refused, as he wasn't done with them yet.

After a day of torture, he decided that Chrome had enough, as her mind was now more broken than her body. Then he healed her and undid her restraints. She fell to the floor, he picked her up, and as carried her off he had his other girls work on Red.

Valgaav was hard as a rock and horny as hell. During the entire time he spent torturing those two nude whores, his only sexual relief came in the form of a few blow jobs from his harem girls, and that wasn't nearly enough to quench his lust. He threw Chrome on the bed, pulled her ass to him and threw off his robe. Not wasting any time on foreplay, he lined his dick up to her entrance and shoved it right in. She cried out and he paused. Not to let her adjust to his size, (although that was a side effect of it,) but to register that this was her first time. The hymen he broke through was proof of that. He wasn't expecting that. He shook it off and began thrusting. He kept a solid grip on her hips and she moaned loudly. She knew she was being raped, but the pain she felt was nothing after what she went through, yet the pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She'd been crying since even before the torture started, and she was still crying, but now she thought her tears had become tears of joy, as the feeling of his giant member stretching her out and ramming into her repeatedly felt better than anything she had ever experienced.

'For crying out loud,' thought Valgaav. 'It's supposed to be rape. A form of punishment. But she's treating it like a reward.'

After an hour or more of fucking her from behind, he flooded her insides with his seed. She collapsed on his bed, but then he pulled her off, grabbed her by the hair, and began skull fucking her. After another half an hour, he shot his load down her throat and she swallowed it all. Then she licked his cock clean. He would have continued, but it was easy to tell that she was enjoying it far more than he was. So instead he cast his Dark Manipulation spell on her and rewrote her mind to become his loyal dedicated slave. And with her magic, he knew she'd be a useful addition.

He turned his attention back on Red. He gave her healing potions and undid her restraints. Then he put a ring gag on her that pried her mouth open wide enough to get his dick inside. Which was the next thing he did. He began skull fucking her and revelled in her despair as she realized that with her jaw pried open, she couldn't bite down at all, let alone hard enough to take it off, and her last hopes of avenging her pack were crushed. There was nothing she could do now but descend into sadness and despair, and let him do what he wanted with her.

After a while he shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but with her jaw stuck open she couldn't help but drool a bunch out. Then he threw her onto a nearby wolf skin rug, and raped her from behind. He planned this in advance. He wanted to violate her on the skins of her deceased kin in an act of sadistic cruelty to break her heart and will, and destroy her mind. And it was working. She saw her entire pack, including her own children, slaughtered right in front of her, then she too was killed. But instead of being satisfied with his victory and letting her die, the man responsible tore her from her true body, trapped her in human form, and claimed her as a trophy slave. Then he subjected her to tortures more painful than anything she'd ever imagined, and now he was forcefully mating with her on top of the skin of her now-dead son. She had held out for a long time by clinging to her anger and need for revenge, but she wasn't able to hold out forever, and her anger gradually turned to despair, and then desire. And if that wasn't enough, he had her moaning in ecstasy with every thrust. She knew he was the alpha male, and he was claiming her as his bitch. No matter how much she hated it, her body instinctively loved it more than anything and craved more.

He raped her repeatedly, and in multiple positions on the wolf skin rugs. Then he took her down to the trophy room where he again fucked her repeatedly. This time in front of the stuffed wolves and wolf queen. Her sanity was completely destroyed long before he finished. Then he cast his spell. He warped her mind to turn her into a loyal and sane member of his harem, then he altered her body to make her more wolf-like. He turned her hair grey, gave her wolf ears, fangs, a tail, fur on her forearms and lower legs, and claws on her fingers and toes. The rest of her stayed the same, as he liked her sexy body.

Once he was done he paused to take a look at the trophy room. It was now sporting a team of flesh golems, each as different from each other as as possible, and the witch Doris. The ruby he got for wiping out the wolves was the Goron Ruby, and it was now placed next to the Koriki Emerald. As for the loot he got from the witch's house, there were two more Oni masks, several more Hero of Time masks, a couple more talismans and a dragon statue where they could be placed. But the biggest haul was something new called Shen Gon Wu, magical objects that came in a vast assortment of forms and powers. There was the Shroud of Shadows, the Sword of the Storm, the Eye of Dashi, the Orb of Tornami, the Fist of Tebigong, the Mantis flip Coin, the Longi Kite, the Monkey Staff, the Lunar Locket, the Golden Tiger Claws, and the Fancy Feet. Of course he had no idea how to turn any of them on, so the only purpose they could serve for now was to fill out the room.

Once he was done he exited the room. With the potential war with his sister looming, he had to get ready. And now that his funds had increased, he could out it to good use. Like giving the castle proper defences, such as making the walls bigger, adding towers, putting in weapons, and putting guardhouses on the paths leading there.

He headed to the throne room and from there ordered several of the additions to be started. Then he headed out. It was time to check in on the townsfolk.

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Rather than just teleporting there, he decided to walk and see how much the area had improved since he took over. He was not disappointed. The paths had been fully restored and cleared of debris, the farmlands close to the castle were growing crops again, people were building houses so they could move in and tend to the farms, all the bridges had been rebuilt, and everything was looking much better. Internally he was gloating as he saw proof that he was infinitely better at ruling than everyone else in his family put together, and was probably the best in that part of the world.

He took a detour to the gorge he came across before, but couldn't get across due to the collapsed bridge. This time the bridge was fixed and he made it across. After a couple turns he found a clearing with an old house, made of flimsy, rotten wood, that was falling apart. Then he noticed that the rotten wood house was just a disguise to hide a small, heavily armoured building with a safe-like door. It took him a minute to realize what it was.

"This must be the Black Baron's secret treasure stash. There was no records or even rumours about it, but I always knew he must have had a stash of emergency funds somewhere, in case something happened to his wealth at the castle."

"And you really think this is it?"

"Given how secure it is, there's not much else it could be. If it was an emergency bunker or a weapons stash, it would use a lock that needs a key. Combination locks are usually reserved for more valuable things, so the things inside can't be stolen by a lucky pickpocket, or somebody who knows how to pick a lock."

"That's true, and I think you're right."

He smiled when he checked the door and found it locked. Because that meant the chances of someone having looted it were now very slim. The door had several combination locks, and he had no way to tell what the combinations were. It could take some time to get it open, but the wealth inside could make his life a lot easier.

"Any ideas on how to get it open?"

None of them had anything more than a few guesses. Like maybe the Black Baron wrote it down somewhere, or maybe it could be figured out via logical deduction. But chances were, the Black Baron didn't play like that. The man was a lot like Valgaav, so chances were the combinations were hidden amongst his things. Like sets of books, artworks, or trophies that had numbers on them and were kept out of numerical order. Something not that hard for him to find, yet inconspicuous and easy to miss or dismiss as a dead end because they could easily be shifted around. Of course thanks to his worthless family, all that stuff was thrown out or sold years ago. And even if he found it all again, it probably wouldn't help as they would all be out of order and he'd have no way of figuring out their old order. Which meant they'd have to crack it open through other means.

Rather that standing around there all day, he kept moving. A Waypoint Gate had opened just past it, but he didn't take it. He went to the storehouse and secret retreat that the halflings used as their main base for their invasion. It was now cleaned, repaired, and held crates of assorted goods and chests full of gold. Satisfied with that, he teleported to Meadowsweet.

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"Greetings lord. We have good news. The witch's house has been completely looted, the goods are waiting for you, and her house and lands have been set on fire," a man said as soon as Valgaav stepped out of the Waypoint Gate.

"Glad to hear it. How are the farms doing?"

"Sadly, we still haven't been able to get rid of the giant bug."

"Fine, I'll handle it myself."

He left to pick up the loot they acquired for him. There were large bags of gold, boxes of assorted things, most of which just looked like junk, and a new spell. It was the chain lightning spell, which was made for crushing entire hordes of enemies at once. He also spotted a rolled up piece of paper in there, and when he looked at it he saw that it was blueprints for a new weapon. A mechanical crossbow that could fire arrows far faster than any trained archer with any form of bow and arrow. He smiled and sent it all to the castle.

Then he and his minions went out to hunt down the giant bug that had been terrorizing the farmers. He had let it go unchecked for too long. When they got there, he saw that the reports weren't as exaggerated as he thought they were. It was a giant weevil, the size of a cow, and it was feeding on several animal and human carcasses. It was a monster. And it would make a fine addition to his trophy room.

It was currently feeding, and thus too distracted to notice the minions sneaking up on it. They caught it off guard, attacked from behind, and began wailing on it. It turned around while trying to shake them off, and it fought back by grabbing at them with its legs and trying to force them into its deadly mouth. It got one, bit into his waist, shook him like a dog with a stuffed animal, and then his top half was sent flying in one direction, his bottom half was sent in the other direction, and his intestines were sent everywhere in between. Then it got another one and bit his head off. The Overlord retaliated by smashing its nearest left leg off and bashing it in the face hard enough to knock out a few of its teeth and cave in part of its face. It attacked the Overlord and tried to take his head off, but he blocked with his hammer and tried to force it back. While he was struggling to get it off, the minions were still wailing on it, dealing heavy damage. Once it weakened enough, he pushed it off, spun around and hit it in the face so hard that he obliterated it into a gooey mess that was splattered onto the ground and one of the minions. With its head gone, the body began flailing wildly. They didn't let up and kept at it until it was completely dead. And as it turned out, the bug had eaten some valuables that hadn't gotten digested, and were easy to clean off.

After washing the bug juices off, he returned triumphantly to the town. When they saw that he had killed the giant bug, they gave him a huge bag of gold that he sent to the castle and they began moving back into the farmlands. The people wasted no more time getting the farms back up and running. The buildings were being rebuilt, the fields were being plowed, and the animals were being herded.

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With that done he headed off to the spot in Wolf Woods where Juvia and Emily claimed to have found a gold mine. After doing some digging, they did manage to find some gold. But it wasn't nearly as much as he'd hoped. After having his minions spend a few more hours digging, he got a little more, but then gave up, concluding that the amount of gold hidden underground wasn't nearly enough to justify the effort required to dig it out. With all things considered, he was upset at the girls. As they claimed, there was gold there, but it wasn't nearly as much as they led him to believe. On the other hand, it was clear they hadn't started mining it yet, so they'd have no way of knowing how much gold was really in there.

Juvia and Emily couldn't believe it when they found out that their retirement plan was worth so little. They thought it would be more than enough for them to get rich. But it only amounted to one large bag of gold. They ended up beating their heads against the wall.

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When Overlord Valgaav returned to the castle, Rollick called him over.

"I have news lord. The blueprints for the pumpkin cannon yielded something that worked poorly, but I was able to make some changes and design a new model that has greater power, range, and even accuracy."

"Wonderful. I was hoping to replace the pumpkins and use those things to defend the castle."

"I thought so. So I already began working on new models that'll do just that. All I had to do was change the barrel size and find some new ammo."

Looking at the wall, he saw the old and new blueprints. Then he paused.

"Wait."

He then rushed off and returned a minute later, along with Gnarl and Chrome. In his hand was the blueprints that was recovered from the witch's house. He opened it and placed it next to other blueprints.

"What's going on?"

"Look. The artwork on these are the same. Whoever designed the contraption of doom and the pumpkin cannon, also designed this thing. Chrome, where'd you get this?"

"Grandma came home with it one day. She tried making it, but it didn't work. Those designs were a failure and the weapon didn't even interest her much, so we ignored them and focused on the flesh golems."

"Do you know something lord?"

"If both were made by the same guy, this one was a failure and that one was easily improved on, then these blueprints are for failed prototypes that they threw away. And as ineffective as it was, the contraption of doom was still far beyond anything we have now. Somebody out there, who happens to be a mechanical genius, is building advanced weapons that are being used by our enemies. We need to find out who's making this stuff before we get attacked by them. Any ideas who it could be?"

"Dwarves maybe?"

"Dwarves are good with machines, but they're not that good."

"Mad scientist?"

"Mad scientist dwarf?"

"Possible. But in any case, we'll have to look into it soon."

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Soon a visitor came to the castle. When Valgaav went out to see who it was, he saw a tiny visitor, wearing an old blanket as a cloak, and riding a hunter lizard. Hunter lizards looked like dinosaurs, with raptor-like bodies, big heads with longs jaws filled with sharp teeth, short three fingered arms, and while their skin came in a variety of colours and patterns, this one had white skin with a yellow underbelly, and black stripes on its back. Valgaav had heard that certain goblins had figured out how to tame them and use them like horses, but because they weren't built to carry anything much bigger than a goblin, it was rare for anyone else to use them for anything.

"Hello! Are you the new Overlord?"

"Yes I am. Want do you want little girl?"

She got annoyed at that. Then she dismounted her lizard and pulled off her cloak.

"I am not a child! What little girl has tits like these?!"

With her cloak off, he got a good look at her. She was a goblin, but either a rare beauty of a goblin, or a goblin/human hybrid. She had green skin, short blue hair, long pointy ears, a cute face, dark eyes, black lipstick, breasts that were almost as big as her head, a very thin body, skinny arms, relatively long legs, and a fine ass. Judging by how skinny she was, she seemed to be a little malnourished, but that certainly didn't take away from her attractiveness. But what really drew his attention was her lack of clothes. She wore sandals, a necklace made of teeth with a green jewel in the centre, a belt with a larger green jewel and a curved sword attached, and nothing else. Her sexy body, large breasts, and hairless pussy were all on full display, and it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. In fact, she seemed to take pride in showing it off.

He walked up to her and something became clear. Next to him, she was very little. Her head couldn't even reach his waist, and if she wanted to give him a blowjob while standing, she'd need something to stand on. Of course given that she was a goblin and he was a large man, that was to be expected, but she couldn't help feeling tiny and disappointed. He then patted her on the head.

"Again, what do you want?"

His tone had become more serious, making it clear that she should answer without any more complaints or distractions.

"My name's Gabby, and I wish to join you. I'm starving and I can't survive on my own any longer. And to prove my worth, I'll warn you of an upcoming attack."

"I'm listening."

"There's an army of orcs heading this way, looking to take over your lands and castle. If you're willing to let me stay, I'll go into details."

"Deal. Now come."

He picked her up and carried her inside, where she told him and the rest everything she knew. There was an army of at least 500 orcs heading there. All were fully armed, they had siege towers, a catapult, some balistas, and backing them up was a giant cyclops, and even a dragon they had captured. And that's what she saw without any real investigating. It could be a lot bigger. A force that could easily wipe them out if caught off guard. Hell, even though they were warned in advance, the orcs could still wipe them out.

"Your information will serve me well."

"Sorry, but I have to ask, why did you come here and why are you naked?"

She sighed.

"Goblins where I'm from don't treat their women as well as you humans. We're forced to stay in the village until we're of breeding age, enduring all forms of abuse and constant sexual assaults, and then we get claimed and are forced to spend the rest of our lives as sex slaves and punching bags. Our only chance for escape is an extremely short break between when when we reach breeding age and when we can be claimed, where they let us leave the village. But that's almost never enough, because the opening's too short and they keep sabotaging us. Usually they steal our clothes and the supplies we packed, or give us fake maps of outside the village so we get lost before we can escape goblin territory, or set traps for us to get caught in, sometimes they slip us sleeping pills so we miss it completely, I once saw them cause an accident at the gates and shut it off for the entire day, preventing one of my friends from getting out, and another of my friends was kidnapped a few days in advance and kept in bondage until after she missed her chance at freedom, and the guy who did it then laid claim to her. They tried a bunch of things to get me. Sleeping pills, a fake map, they stole my clothes and supplies, tied the dress I was wearing to a post so I'd have to either tear it off or miss my opening, and set a whole lot of traps. I had a lot of close calls, but I still managed to pull through and escape. I rode my hunter lizard out and we didn't stop to rest until two days after escaping their territory. And ever since we've been struggling to survive. The only clothing I've found was a dirty, worn out blanket that had been thrown away that I turned into a cloak, and food has been so scarce that we've nearly starved to death.

And to be honest, I don't even mind becoming a sex slave that much. It's the abuse I can't handle. For the goblins, a girl who offers herself up is no different from one taken by force. No matter what, they'll torture their girls until they break to teach them their place, and then they'll keep on torturing them so they never forget it. But for humans and most other races, the men usually only punish their women when they deserve it. So if you want, I'll willingly become your sex slave. It can't be as bad as the rest of my life."

They were surprised to hear all that.

"Question, are you only half goblin?"

"I don't know. My father had an entire harem and I don't know which one was my mother. There were two goblins, a human and a dwarf in there. None of them liked me enough to claim she was my mother, and I never cared about them enough to pry. I just accepted that wild beasts were more loving and affectionate than they'd ever be."

"In any case, let me welcome you."

He then cast his dark manipulation spell on her, twisting her mind to make her loyal, and changing her tiny body so it could survive his cock and make her look even more attractive to fit in with the rest of his harem.

"Now tell me. Was any of that a lie?"

"The only parts that weren't completely truthful was the amount of food and clothing I was able to find. I did find more clothes after a while, but by then I'd already taken a liking to being in the nude all the time, so I didn't bother with anything more than my cloak. And nearly starving to death was an exaggeration, but we have been going hungry too much."

"So the incoming army and all the rest was completely true?"

"Every word my lord."

"Then we have a war to prepare for."

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After that they began the preparations for battle. They readied their defences, drafted every able bodied man in town into his army, and had them go through some basic training. It was here that some of the girls were able to shine. Jenny was a former bandit who knew how to fight, so she trained the men to fight. It wasn't enough to turn them into proficient soldiers, as that could take years, but at least it should have been enough to make them adequate in battle, and vastly better than they were before. The men fighting for him were mainly complete amateurs, so she had them equipped largely with shields, maces, axes, machetes, crossbows, billhooks, and spears. Weapons that were cheap, effective, and required less training to be used.

Gabby's skills at riding her hunter lizard translated well into teaching horseback riding, and she was able to train some of the recruits into mounted cavalrymen. It was the smaller, weaker men who were assigned this position, as they would work far better on horses than on foot, and their lighter bodies would be easier on the horses. But even with Gabby's teachings, trying to get good at mounted warfare this close to a battle was risky at best, so it was only those who showed the most talent that got to join.

They also tried to get their new weapons made and tested, and thanks to Chrome and the local blacksmiths, things mostly went smoothly. The blacksmiths knew these weapons and how to churn out enough for everybody, and Chrome's experience at making flesh golems and then making the complex machines that were spawning armies of them, meant that the new, more complicated weapons were easier to figure out and improve upon. She was able to get the inner workings of the new pumpkin cannons working great, and by sticking torches in front and loading them with bottles that have been filled with and soaked in oil, they turned them into dangerous weapons that delivered fire from a distance. Valgaav renamed these weapons the fire cannons. The new mechanical crossbows proved to be a serious pain in the ass, as there seemed to be no end to the troubles that came with them. It was one malfunction after another, and it took a while to work out all the bugs. And even when they finally got them working, they didn't perform quite as well as they'd hoped. The power and range it had was on par with steel crossbows, but the firing rate was a mere fraction of what they thought it would be, as the cranks could only be turned so fast without misfiring. They all thought it would be able to launch arrows at an insanely fast rate, but the rate wasn't that much faster than that of a skilled archer using a standard hunting bow, and was in fact slightly slower than a repeating crossbow. With their power, range, and rate of fire, the mechanical crossbows could still be game changers that would help win this war, they just wouldn't be the wooden machine guns they had all imagined.

Valgaav visited the forge and had every usable weapon option forged for him, then he had one of the slave girls get ready to cart the entire arsenal around, so he could swap weapons out in the middle of the battle and be ready for anything. His total arsenal now included an axe, sword, shield, bow, mage's staff, spear, and a hammer.

They also made ballistas, weapons and armour for the men and minions, and some battle plans that were effective, yet easy enough for everyone to understand. Plans that were to counter the plans and formations of the invading orc army. Plans to deal with the dragon and cyclops. Plans to deal with their heavy weapons and siege towers. And even evacuation plans in case they should lose.

Valgaav would have stopped to take a break and break in Gabby with a hard fucking, but time was short, he was needed to make sure things progressed as fast as possible, and every moment counted. Instead he settled for a triple blowjob from Leia, Luna and Sara while he was on a break between giving orders. That let him relieve his sexual stress and let him better make all the necessary decisions.

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The orc army neared the castle before the final preparations were complete. Overlord Valgaav yelled "That'll have to do, we don't have time for anything else! Everyone! Battle stations now!" and everybody rushed to their posts.

Rather than staying on a road, the orcs plowed their own path. They tore down everything in their way, gave their army the room it needed, and were able to bypass most of the gatehouses that protected the castle. But the downside of that tactic was that they'd be boxed in and suffering attacks from 3 sides. First from the castle itself on the North side, second from the nearest gatehouse on the South side, and third from the East an elevated island on the lake, which held both catapults, as well as a couple balistas and mechanical crossbows, making it a potential killing field. But the dragon and the giant cyclops were out in front, so they could very well tear the defences apart and overcome the strategic disadvantage before any real damage was done to them.

The dragon flew ahead, breathing fire, and the soldiers and minions retaliated as they had been instructed by the Overlord.

Flashback.

"Remember, when dealing with the dragon, stick to long ranged combat using the balistas. The hide on that monster is going to be far too tough for even the strongest bows to have any real effect, and it'll be able to move so fast that hitting it with the catapults will be almost impossible, so don't bother wasting them on the dragon and instead use them on the orc horde. A good tactic would be to add one of these thick ropes to the bolt, so when it hits you can hold it down to disable its movements and make it easier to hit. Remember, it'll have fangs, claws and flames, and can kill you with ease, so try hard to avoid getting close. If getting close becomes your best chance of survival, don't bother using swords or anything like that. Instead use pikes. A row of men armed with pikes should be able to deliver a few killing blows to a dragon, but that's risky as even if he's out of flames he should still be more than lethal enough to tear right through you. So just try to stick to using the balistas at a distance."

And then there was his advice for the giant cyclops.

"This guy's supposed to be a giant, but we don't know for sure what else he'll bring to the table. Getting protection for somebody that big should be really hard, but it would be foolish to have him go without it. So it makes sense for them to rip apart a few wooden houses and use those to make him a suit of armour. Giving him a thick layer of fur is also an option. Because of that it seems likely that he will be equipped with armour made from wood or fur, and maybe a metal helmet. That should render most of the arrows useless, but it'll make him more vulnerable to fire. That makes him a prime target for the fire cannons. If they're smart they'll also give him a shield, a large rectangular shield would easily work best for him, and as for the weapons he might use, a sword or an axe are unlikely, because he'll have no need for their benefits, and a scythe would only work in an open flat terrain, which we are not in. A club or a mace would be ideal for him, both for squashing us and breaking down the gates. If he's smart enough to keep his distance then he'll probably throw large boulders, or use a sling or a slingshot, or even set a few trees on fire and toss those at us. A force like that is not one to be taken lightly, but he does have his weaknesses. He's a cyclops, so he'll only have one eye, get an arrow into it and he'll be blinded. And he's supposed to be gigantic, so he'll have a hard time defending his legs. If you damage them enough, he'll lose all his mobility. So my advice on dealing with him is to use mainly the fire cannons and balistas, and don't let up until he's down and out. Do that and you might just take him out before he does enough damage."

Most of that was stuff that all of them combined never would have thought of, but, they all thought all of it was brilliant and made sense.

Flashback ends.

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Even with all those battle plans, it didn't look like they stood a chance. Their forces numbered at a little over 150 men, all armed with bows and crossbows, shields, spears and pikes, and whatever melee weapons worked for them. And they were backed up by 2 catapults, 10 balistas, 12 arrow launchers, 15 fire cannons, and fortified defences. But the orcs numbered at close to 900, had 4 siege towers, 1 catapult, several balistas, a battering ram, a giant cyclops and even a dragon. And they even may have had reinforcements that were out of sight.

The dragon was huge, dark green, had four legs, a long tail and big wings. It had chains on it and a pair of orcs on its back. It attacked the castle by flying by and breathing fire, burning the people on it and destroying its defensive weapons. As several of the people on the wall screamed from being burned alive, the rest fired the baslistas to bring it down. Only two of the bolts hit and they didn't do enough damage. But then the Overlord fired. His bolt hit its mark and sank deep into the dragon's side. And because he had a thick rope attached, the dragon was now struggling to get away. The Overlord ordered them to hold it down and put more bolts into it, but the dragon was now in a panic, and making that a lot harder to pull off. In its fury the dragon ripped off part of the wall, broke free, sending four minions falling to their deaths in the process, and then it blasted the Overlord with a fireball, wrecking his shield.

As the dragon was circling around to retaliate, it was struck in the side by a boulder, which caused it to crash headfirst into the castle walls, then fall into the moat. It didn't get up after that.

"The dragon's down!" the Overlord yelled. "That was easily the greatest shot with a catapult I've ever heard of."

"That had to be a total fluke."

"Doesn't matter either way. Get those fires out and resume the attack! Take them out!"

The cyclops was over 20 feet tall, which wasn't as big as they first thought, but still big enough to tear through their defences if they didn't take it down quick, was bloated with fat, and looked hideous. It wore a fur loincloth, carried a giant, crudely made wooden shield, a club made from a tree trunk, and had a long chain wrapped around his waist. Overall it was not properly equipped for battle, but it wasn't foolishly under equipped either. He charged in with its shield raised and the orc army was right behind him.

The orcs turned out to be a mixture of the pig-like orcs and green skinned uruk-hai orcs. Both were notorious for being big, powerful and overwhelming, but rarely were they skilled in combat and they greatly valued power over speed. The only difference between them on the battlefield was that the pig orcs were slower, fatter, were more easily tired, and could put more weight into their hits, but all of that wasn't by much.

The second enough of the orcs came within range, the archers unleashed volleys of arrows upon them, while the catapulters sent boulders flying at them. Thanks to their elevated locations, they had greater range than the orcs. The orcs could only try to defend at the moment, and were dropping like flies, but they weren't going down nearly fast enough.

The heavy weapons were focused on the cyclops, but nothing could get through his shield. Getting around the shield however, was a different matter. The cyclops was surrounded on three sides by enemies, and that shield could only protect him from attacks coming from one angle at a time. When the Overlord's forces attacked he was instantly overwhelmed as he was pelted with arrows, balista bolts, and flaming pots of oil that broke open on impact. He was dealt serious damage and a lot of pain, but he held strong and fought through the pain. He threw some boulders at the top of the gatehouse where the weapons were stationed, scaring the men there and breaking a couple of the weapons. Then he smashed the metal door of the gatehouse with his club, letting the orcs rip it off and rush up the stairs to attack the men stationed there.

With the fall of the gatehouse, the invaders had only to worry about attacks from two sides, and that made the battlefield far less of a killing field. It also made the cyclops's shield a lot more useful.

Seeing that the catapults were out of even his reach, the cyclops turned around and attacked the castle, keeping its shield raised as it used its club to beat on the castle gate until it broke. Overlord Valgaav rushed to the other side of the wall to get a clear shot at him, and as he did, the cyclops took off his chain, attached it to the gate, and began pulling on it to rip it off. As it began to give, the cyclops was hit by a well-placed rock from a catapult, busting up his right arm and shoulder, and forcing him to drop the chain and stagger back while howling in pain. That gave the Overlord the opening he needed to put a ballista bolt through its neck. The cyclops bled out, drowned in its own blood, and fell dead.

The two biggest threats of the orc army were now defeated, but the damage had already been done. The orcs unleashed a hail of arrows and charged in, a bunch aiming to take out the soldiers and weapons to the East, the rest attacking the castle. They brought their siege weapons forth and used them on the castle. Arrows, balista bolts and boulders rained down on the castle, causing serious destruction and slaughtering the defenders. They grabbed the chain the cyclops had attached to the gate and began to pull the gate down, trying to rip it right off. And with the damage the cyclops already did to it, it wasn't going to last much longer.

But Overlord Valgaav and his forces were not faltering. They rained down arrows, ballista bolts, boulders, and flaming pots of oil, and the orcs were dropping like flies. The grounds turned slippery with blood as the orcs got skewered, crushed, and burned alive.

Overlord Valgaav really had to hand it to the men working the catapults. One kept firing rocks at the horde, taking down entire groups of orcs with each rock. But the other, who was also the one who hit the dragon and the cyclops, was mainly aiming at their siege weapons and other critical, yet hard to hit targets, and he never missed once. They were able to devastate the invading orc army and give the Overlord and his forces a fighting chance.

"That guy's accuracy is insane. Boulders thrown by catapults are by no means a precise weapon, but he hasn't missed once. And he's only gone for the hardest possible targets."

"Yeah, it's insane."

"He's more than earned a big reward for all this. Now let's just hope we survive long enough to give it to him."

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At the catapults...

"What are you doing? The Overlord ordered us to focus on the horde!"

"That's what I've been trying to do!"

"What?"

"My accuracy is really weird. I rarely hit what I'm aiming for, yet I never miss either."

"That is weird."

"Ah hell, as long as you're not missing, I'm not complaining. So keep going!"

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Then disaster struck. One by one, all their weapons began running out of ammo, and at the same time, the gate finally gave way and fell open, letting the orcs charge into the courtyard.

The Overlord's recruited soldiers had been waiting in the courtyard, ready to battle the incoming orcs, and Jenny was leading them. They were in a U formation and were able to halt the incoming orcs. Shields bashed against shields as the orcs tried to break through and the soldiers struggled to hold them back. Swords and spears poked through and stabbed at vulnerable flesh on all sides, but they all held strong.

The Overlord grabbed his mage's staff, called his minion horde, sent them in to attack, and rushed in to join them. Once he got in close enough he used his chain lightning spell. It was a bolt of lightning that hit one enemy target, then jumped to another and another until it ran out of power or enemies to hit. It was perfect for attacking the orcs, who were many and tightly packed, so he used it again and again to devastate their forces. He'd blast them with it a couple times, and then his soldiers would be able to finish them off with ease. And because his staff reduced the amount of mana he spent, he was able to keep using it longer. His spell, plus the attacking minions were just what the soldiers needed to turn the tide on the orcs.

As the Overlord and his forces stopped the orcs cold in the courtyard, another group came charging onto the battlefield through the gatehouse. It was the mounted cavalry, led by Gabby. They ran by, unleashing a hail of arrows, and then kept going. Then they turned around and did it again. They attacked with arrows and spears and got a number of orcs with every pass.

A large orc broke through and attacked the Overlord. He knocked him off his feet and they crashed into some barrels with enough force to shatter them. The orc stood head and shoulders above the rest, wore heavy armour, had a huge mace, and wore a red cape. There was little doubt about him being their leader, as like many races, orcs tended to follow whoever was the strongest. And it stood to reason their leader would have the best equipment.

Valgaav got back on his feet and prepared to fight the lead orc. His staff had broke in that last attack, so he grabbed his sword, which thanks to the slave girl packing his weapons around, was already in reach. They clashed. The orc struck with his mace, but the Overlord deflected it and got in a few hits. But his blade did little against that thick armour. The orc swatted him away, but he landed on his feet. He cast the slow spell to stop him, then he had his minions attack. The damage the minions did was quite limited against that armour, but during that attack it was discovered that the orc's cape hid ropes that were holding the armour together, and once cut it just fell apart. After that it was a lot easier to hurt and then kill the orc. The Overlord landed the final blow and chopped off his head. Blood squirted up like a fountain before he fell dead.

With their leader slain, their most powerful forces crushed, their numbers dropping much faster than that of their enemies and no ideas on how to turn the tide and win, the orcs' morale was completely broken, so the remaining ones decided to retreat before they were completely wiped out.

With the orcs in retreat, the Overlord's surviving forces cheered in victory. But the Overlord realized something they didn't. The orcs could easily regroup and pick a new leader, then they could try this again. They couldn't possibly handle a second attack, and if those orcs came back with reinforcements, they'd get crushed with ease and Castle Gromgard would fall in minutes. He wasn't about to risk that.

"After them men! We can't risk them trying this again!"

"Are you crazy? Just look at us!" said Jenny.

Not counting the girls or minions, there were only 22 men left. And of those, the only ones still in fighting shape were the 3 on horses. The rest were exhausted, bleeding out, and were clearly in no shape to pursue the fleeing orcs, who still had them noticeably outnumbered.

"Shit! Alright. Wenches! Get out here and help these men! Clean their wounds, address their injuries, and make sure no-one else dies! I'll go after the orcs myself, along with the minions."

"Master, wait! We made something for you!"

He turned to see Leia, Luna, and a few other members of his harem emerge with two chariots. A well-made one for himself, and a larger one for his minion horde. He smiled.

"You'll be able to overtake them a lot easier with these. We even put some oil pots and a torch on them."

"Thank you."

He then attached some horses to them and rode off. He was in one, the minions were in the other, and he was determined to end those orcs.

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