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.

7. 6: Clean up & Aftermath

Overlord: Darker Legends.

Chapter 6: Clean up & Aftermath.

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The Overlord and his forces had successfully defeated an invading army of orcs and saved the castle and lands of Gromgard. The surviving orcs were now in full retreat, but the Overlord's men were in no shape to pursue, and if the orcs came back, the castle would fall with ease. So Overlord Valgaav was pursuing them himself, with only a bunch of minions backing him up.

They were on chariots and it was a bumpy ride. They caught up to the orcs in seconds and threw flaming pots of oil as they passed them, burning a number of them alive as they screamed in pain. After he passed them he turned around did it again from the other direction. After he made a few more passes, he spotted something up ahead. It turned out to be their base camp, a clearing filled with tents, where they kept everything they didn't bring into battle. There were orc women and all kinds of slaves kept in cages, weapon stashes, and things left lying around, but only a few orcs to guard it all.

With little time before the retreating orcs made it back, Valgaav sent his minions in to attack the guards while he went for the cages. One swing of his hammer was all he needed to destroy each of the locks and free the slaves. The slaves rushed out and went straight for the weapon stashes, then they either freed more slaves or attacked the orc guards. The orc base camp fell into the Overlord's hands with moments to spare before the retreating horde made it back.

"Listen up!" the Overlord yelled to the former prisoners. "You may have gotten out of those cages, but if you want your freedom, you'll have to work for it. The last few members of the orc horde are coming back here, with their tails between their legs, injured, weak, and so exhausted they can barely stand. If you don't want to be slaves, then take your revenge and slaughter them all now, when they can't defend themselves!"

The orcs made it back just after he said that, and sure enough, they were in no condition to to defend themselves. They were all ready to collapse and would struggle against a child in their current condition. So the slaves, still weak but now armed with the orcs' weapons, charged in and attacked. Neither side was in any shape for a battle. Most of the orcs could barely even muster the strength to raise their weapons, and the slaves consisted of a large group of men, women and children who were overworked, underfed, and had no fighting skills at all. As a result the fight was less impressive than the ones from the war that just happened. But it still had its moments. One that really stood out was when a boy with an axe attacked the biggest and most dominant orc left. The kid used a man as a springboard to jump into the air, then with a war cry the kid brought his axe down onto the orc's head, cleaving it in two. The orc fell dead and then another orc swatted the kid with his huge club, sending him flying. He crash landed in dirt, coughed up blood, then struggled to get up and return to the fight. The kid had guts, but he was too reckless for his own good and didn't know when to quit.

Then the Overlord stepped in. A few flaming pots of oil set several of the orcs ablaze, and then he started bashing them with his hammer, breaking bones and smashing skulls. Not long after, the slaves came out victorious. They also came out covered in the blood and guts of their oppressors.

And with that the war was over and all that was left was the cleanup.

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Nearly all the carnage was kept to the one area in front of the castle, making things a bit easier. Giant pits were dug to burn the bodies, and the corpses were all gathered up, looted, then tossed into that pits and burned. Then they cleaned up the organs, severed body parts, and as much blood and bodily fluids as they could manage. The giant cyclops was a real pain to move over to where they could burn it, and it would take forever to finishing burning it, but somehow they managed. The whole town was there and the funeral fires were the biggest they'd ever seen. That said, they were also the only funeral fires that were for an entire army at once that they'd ever seen. The brave warriors on their side who fell in battle were also burned, and a proper eulogy was given for each of them. Not all of them were completely respectful, and some men would be missed more than others. But if they really wanted to be remembered fondly in the first place, then they never would've been such douchebags.

The dragon turned out to still be alive, but critically injured. The Overlord ordered that the dragon be saved so he could keep him as a pet and use him as a weapon against his enemies. Which sounded great at first, but then he learned it would be months, maybe even a year before the dragon recovered from his injuries and was able to fight again. Add in the time needed to figure out how to train and control it, and it was completely useless against his current foes. At best all he could do with that dragon for now was use it to scare people off by keeping it chained where many could spot it without much effort, and maybe feed criminals and captured foes to it as a form of public execution. It wouldn't be as fun or entertaining as having it fight on the front lines, or riding it into battle to attack his enemies from above, but the simple act of just having it there could not only help deter any more invaders, it could also make any potential criminals think twice about committing any crimes where he rules. Which meant even in its crippled state, it would still be an asset. (AN: Sorry to all the dragon lovers, but that should be about all that dragon does.)

The orc base camp was completely looted. There were weapons and tools that could be put to good use, stashes of gold and treasure, stuff for the trophy room, the second smelter, and a number of orc women kept in bondage. Orcs forcing their girls to be slaves was no surprise to Valgaav, but what was a surprise was how they looked. Orcish men were notorious for being ugly as hell, but these orcish women were rather beautiful. The pig orc girls had pink skin, short curly tails, pig-like ears, large breasts, curvy bodies, pretty faces, and short hair was common for them. The uruk-hai orc girls had green skin, pointy ears, large breasts, curvy bodies, pretty faces, and small tusks coming out of their bottom jaws. He certainly wasn't expecting that, but now that he thought about it, the orcs had history of raping human and elven girls, and they always went for the beautiful ones. Clearly their common sexual preferences matched common human sexual preferences quite well. With that in mind, it made sense that the appearances of their women would fall close to those sexual preferences. And for the Overlord, that meant claiming all of them as spoils of war would benefit him in all sorts of ways.

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The damage to the castle and grounds were nothing that couldn't be repaired, but not for free. Between the repairs, the cleanup and what he owed the soldiers, this war was going to cost him a fortune. Far more than what he had collected, and what he got from the orcs. Luckily he devised a payment plan that would solve that issue.

The former slaves were moved into the town, replenishing its nearly drained population. Rather than diving into debt by properly paying all the surviving soldiers and the families of the deceased with gold, Valgaav instead decided to pay them only part of what he owed in gold and cover the rest by giving them the orc women to keep as slaves. This not only made things a lot cheaper for him, but also served as a solution for what to do with the orcish slave girls. And because they were worth far more than what would be deducted, nobody would have any complaints.

He also kept several of the orcs himself, two of which were hot enough and important enough to add to his harem. They were the daughters of the orc leader. They were slaves like all the other orc girls, but due to their father's plan of selling them to gain the favour of powerful lords, they were kept in chastity belts to preserve their purity and be worth more. And yet they were still raised and trained to be breeding slaves, so becoming sex slaves in an already crowded and still constantly increasing harem was nothing they weren't expecting.

The orc girls quickly and willingly submitted to their new masters. They had all already been slaves to the orc men, so getting enslaved by humans didn't feel like anything new to them. There was no question as to why they were so quick to submit. But there was another question that arose. A bunch of them had rather small heads, and a lot of the people in town were curious as to why. But even the orcish girls didn't know. To the shock of the entire town, it was the Slut Sisters, Leina and Luna, who were able to figure it out. Not by looking it up or asking someone, but through logical deductions.

"The reason the heads on those girls are small is probably because of their metal slave collars. They were probably enslaved and forced to wear those at a young age, long before they finished growing. And because they couldn't take them off, if their necks grew they'd be strangled by those collars. So their necks just didn't grow. And because those necks weren't growing, they couldn't support a normal-sized head without breaking easily, so their heads didn't grow much either."

The orc girls supported that assumption, as all the ones with small heads were in fact enslaved at an early age and wore the slave collars most of their lives. Orcs forcing their daughters to become breeding slaves and their sons to become warriors was a common practice among them to ensure their race thrived. But the fact that the Slut Sisters were smart enough to figure that out on their own was a bigger surprise to the townsfolk than the orc invasion itself. All the rumours about them stated that they were nothing but a pair of stupid whores who seduced their into the young lord's bed. Them being able to solve a puzzle like that threw them all for a loop and discredited many of the rumours.

After that the Slut Sisters began displaying their true intelligence further, by finding answers to other questions and problems the locals had. Which they did to disprove and stamp out the rumours about them and make sure the newcomers would give them the respect they deserved.

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The Overlord made his decision on what to do with Skull Canyon. It was to be turned into a military base where his forces would be properly trained and turned into an actual army. The natural defences and multiple areas within it made it ideal to serve as training grounds and a secure base. And the war against the orcs made it clear that he needed a stronger military. But he'd need equipment, buildings, weapons, and most importantly, he'd need more men. Including experienced men who knew how to turn a bunch of retarded farmers, cowardly shopkeepers, and lazy drunks into a deadly force. That one was currently not an option, as the only men like that who were ever anywhere near that good had fled years ago, thanks to incompetence of Duke Gromgard. But after a while, he'd surely be able to track down and recruit a few out of work military officers to join him. But for now, he still had to deal with the cleanup.

The road carved out by the orc army could be put to good use, as once it was properly finished it would lead to some places to the west. Even if he never took them over, there should still be useful allies and trading partners there. And later he would add walls and gatehouses to that path, to protect his castle from any more invaders from that direction.

And from the townsfolk, Valgaav learned that his siblings Grenville and Gerda had tried returning to the castle during the battle. But upon finding out about the attacking army, they turned tail and ran. He didn't doubt it for a second. They'd certainly been gone long enough, and seeing an army attacking Castle Gromgard would be more than enough to send those two running, even if they had their own armies to back them up. Unfortunately, that only complicated things. He had been hoping that he'd get an easy opportunity to murder them when they returned. But now that they'd been scared off, he'd have to hunt them down. And he might have to go through an army of elves and dwarves in the process.

The Overlord then put his new smelter to use to replace his armour, which had gotten wrecked in the war. He had the Corrupt Armour forged, which was a lot more durable than his previous suit, and also had a sleeker design. He also had new weapon options, all of which were upgraded versions of the previous ones, and were better in every way. For example, the upgraded mage's staff was now equipped to be used in hand to hand combat, and all the benefits of the old one had only been made stronger. He chose a weapon to have forged. The upgraded version of the spear, the poleaxe, which would serve as his main weapon. This long polearm was a fusion of spear, axe and hammer, and was everything he could ask for out of a primary weapon. He would've like to also get a new sword which could serve as his side arm, but he had no way to carry it yet, so he was still limited to only one weapon. You'd think getting a belt with a sheath that could hold it would be easy, especially in the aftermath of a war, but apparently it wasn't.

A fair bit of gold and minions were sacrificed to make the poleaxe, but it was a worthwhile investment to make sure he lived and his foes didn't. He was also able to upgrade the minion barracks again.

After that he assembled a crew and went to the Black Baron's secret treasure stash. The crew included some minions, several of his girls, Rollick, and a trio of thieves from the town's jail who had been sentenced to death by hanging, and it was set to occur during the victory celebration in a couple of days. Valgaav cut the thieves a deal; if they could help him break open that safe-like door and enable him to get the treasure within it, he'd change their sentences from death to banishment. They eagerly agreed. Getting a door like that open would normally be far beyond their abilities, but if it meant surviving, they'd give it their all.

The door was virtually indestructible. No matter what they hit it with, they couldn't even scratch it. They tried brute force, logical deductions, and a bunch of random guesses, but they had no luck. After many failures, one of the thieves recalled once hearing of a technique for opening combination locks. It was one he'd never seen tried before, but with their lives depending on it, he was willing to give it a shot. They pressed glass tubes to their ears to improve their hearing, then tried to listen inside the door as they turned the locks. They had no idea what they were listening for or how it was supposed to work, but if was possible to figure out the combinations using their hearing, they were determined to try. Several hours after they arrived, the Overlord's patience had run thin. He was on the verge of slaughtering the thieves on the spot when one of them finally got one of the locks open. That got the Overlord to change his mind. Some time later, they at long last got the door open. The thieves breathed sighs of relief as it meant they'd get to live.

Behind that locked door was another locked door. This one was locked by puzzles. One was to place a bunch of figurines in order, one was to put plates with character traits with names on the door, and one was to pick out one picture from several. They were all opinion based, making them almost impossible to figure out if you didn't think like the Black Baron. And from the looks of it, messing up too much could trigger deadly traps. Everyone else was ready to give up, but Valgaav took one look at them and figured them out. He dismissed the thieves before he got started.

Valgaav knew how much he took after his uncle, the Black Baron, and was confident they'd have matching opinions. He started with the pictures. All of them looked good and were very well made, but one stood out above the rest. It was a demonic three headed black dragon. It looked a lot like the Red Eyes from Yugioh, but more epic. A dragon like that could invoke fear and awe to all who saw it. He had no doubts that was the right one to choose. So he pressed it and the lock opened.

The figurine puzzle was up next. There were three basic figures, a bull-like demon, a warrior, and a maiden, and each of those had several figures, each in a different pose. The maiden was clearly pregnant in a couple of them. There were also three slots, and each of those could hold two figurines. There were more figurines than slots to put them in, meaning some had to be decoys. They could be arranged to tell a story of a warrior battling a monster to save a maiden who becomes his wife, but he saw the potential for a better, darker story. He arranged the figurines and put the demon and the warrior together in the first slot, the demon and the maiden together in the second slot, and the pregnant maiden alone in the third. The story they now told was the warrior fought the demon, only to end up dead, then the demon attacked and raped the fair maiden, then left her pregnant and alone, with no-one to care for her. It was dark, but the thought of it was a turn on, and he liked it. After several seconds without a response, he concluded that wasn't quite the right answer. Then he spotted an alternate ending to the story. He placed the demon next to the pregnant maiden. This change indicated that she was spending her life as his breeding slave. The lock then opened. Valgaav liked the thought of that story and wished he could have read it. It could have been a bedtime favourite.

Finally there was the names and character traits puzzle. The names were written on the door, so he just had to pick out and insert the character traits. Three of them seemed easy enough. Black Baron: Genius Warrior. Duke Gromgard: Fool. Duchess Gromgard: Whore. But then there were two more names he didn't recognize. Luckily he had a solution.

"Gnarl! I got the names of two men the Black Baron had history with. William and Jason. Tell me everything you know about them."

"Of course my lord."

Gnarl told him about them, as did Rollick. They were both leaders of bands of self proclaimed heroes. They clashed with the Black Baron multiple times before he ended them. William was a playboy, and his team was entirely cute and sexy girls, who also served as his harem of lovers. That team fought hard and believed that through the power of love, friendship, righteousness and honour, they could overcome any evil. How they lasted past the first fight was a mystery. They kept on losing and running away before they could be finished off, but they kept coming back for more. Jason on the other hand, was William's polar opposite. His team was picked for their fighting abilities, so almost all of them were men. He believed the ends justified the means and wasn't opposed to sacrificing the innocent if it ensured victory. Jason was clearly a great warrior and leader, who understood that reality wasn't some fairy tale where everybody lives happily ever after at the end of it, and things should be taken seriously. There were a bunch of times where he nearly killed the Black Baron, or he narrowly escaped the Black Baron.

Without ever having met them, he couldn't be sure about the Black Baron's opinions on them, but thanks to Gnarl and Rollick, he could take a safe guess. William: Joke. Jason: Rival.

It was a bit of a risk, but it paid off. The lock opened and they made it inside. Inside was piles of gold and treasure, enough to cover all the repairs, the amount he owed the soldiers, and all the projects he currently had planned. And it looked like a bunch of it would go to the trophy room. The minions gathered everything up and hauled it to the castle.

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Between all the damages caused, especially to the castle, the soldiers who earned their pay, the families of the dead that needed compensation, the funeral for the brave souls who died in battle, all the loot the orcs were carrying, what was in the Black Baron's safe, and all the new stuff he was going to put in, the Overlord's profits were a bit slim, but still far better than he thought or even hoped they would be. The low number of survivors on his side meant that there weren't many soldiers left to collect their payment, and by choosing to burn all the dead at once in giant funeral fires, he was able to save a fortune on funeral costs. Which left him with more gold, but they were now practically defenceless. But he was happy with how things turned out. Hell, this whole thing could have completely drained his treasure hoard and he still would have been satisfied because he thwarted an invasion, won a war, and his kingdom was now on the path to becoming stronger than ever. And if that wasn't enough, his trophy room was looking a lot fuller.

Since his last visit, the trophy room now also contained the giant weevil, the cyclops and the dragon, (both now small enough to fit in there,) a pair of the pig-like orcs with a pair of the green skinned uruk-hai orcs, and the orc leader himself, who towered over them while clad in heavy armour and a red cape, and held a huge, deadly mace. There was also more treasure items there, including the Zora Sapphire, which went with the Koriki Emerald and the Goron Ruby to complete the set, a set of retractable assassin's wrist blades, a bunch more HOT masks, a couple more oni masks, the Black Baron's figurine collection, all of which looked incredibly realistic, and a magical sword and shield that were reportedly used by a god.

The shield and sword were called the Shield of Osiris and the Blade of Osiris, and it was easy to tell they were magical at a glance. The shield was comprised entirely of a magical energy, and the blade had a gold handle with a long, white, glowing blade made of a glass-like material. And they were still fully functional. They certainly looked impressive, but when the Overlord tried them out, he was astounded with how pathetic and impractical they were. The shield was hard to use, kept the user immobile while it was active, and seemed to offer no more protection than a normal shield. And the blade wasn't strong enough to even scratch most things and couldn't even cut through an old wooden box that was ready to fall apart. It would probably take at least a couple of hits just to kill a snake with it. A mere child could probably make a better sword and shield out of scrap metal and garbage, using nothing but a few basic tools. What possible use a god could have for stuff like this was beyond him. Bringing these into battle would only be detrimental to him. But they still made for great decorative prizes.

There was also some statues, carpets, and a few other things, but those were all used to refurnish and decorate the castle.

After that he had something to do. The victory celebration was due to begin in a while and he was to give his brave warriors medals for their valour. At the moment he had no war medals to give, but he had a solution that the men would be thrilled with. He'd not only hand them over personally, he'd go the extra mile and make them all himself. That would more than prove than he was grateful to those who fought, killed, and died for him. And that show of gratitude would make them more willing to do so again.

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The Overlord was able to finish things up with little time to spare before things got started. In town everybody assembled where Overlord Valgaav gave a big speech, thanked the brave soldiers who survived, spoke highly of the ones who didn't, congratulated them on their victories, and presented medals to each of them. The crowd applauded, and after that the party started.

They ate, drank, sang, danced, and were merry. The few surviving soldiers enjoyed the company of friendly wenches who looked after their needs and desires. And a bunch of girls actually did strip shows. Outdoors where the whole town could see them, and without even being asked. One of them noticed a young boy couldn't take his eyes off her. He was love-struck and awe-struck. Once she was done with her dance, she took him aside to talk to him, deliberately leaving her clothes behind. Clad only in g-string panties, nearly every last bit of her was exposed and she shoved her boobs into his face. She wanted to see if the boy was man enough to not panic and run away, and instead admit that he wanted to mount her, and maybe even try to take the initiative. After they talked for a minute, he confessed and they began making out. She was holding him tight, his hands were on her breasts, and their tongues were exploring each other's mouths as they kissed with intense passion. It went better than she'd hoped.

The Overlord was having a good time, but he never let his guard down. This celebration was necessary for morale, public relations, and a few other reasons, but it was risky as it left them wide open for attack. If his enemies seized this opening, they could take the town, the castle, or anything else with barely a fraction of the forces and effort they'd need otherwise. That said, multiple armies invading back to back was very unlikely. Even if they saw the easy opportunity, they should need more time than this to rally and organize their forces. That said, an army that was already posed to attack and just waiting for an opening, prior to when the party started, was a possibility he couldn't rule out. He wasn't going to use that as an excuse to cancel or disrupt the event in any way, but it did stop him from getting too drunk or spending the entire time fucking his harem like he wanted. But despite all that, he was still enjoying himself.

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Valgaav woke up the next day to find that Luna was riding his cock. He was lying in bed, she was on top of him in the cowgirl position, they were both naked, and her tits were bouncing wildly as she shook her hips for all she was worth.

"Good morning master. When I saw your morning wood, I thought this would be the best way to wake you up."

"You thought right. But I get the feeling that that was just an excuse to get my dick inside you," he said as he grabbed her boobs.

"Is that a problem?"

"Not at all."

He just laid back and let her do all the work. The moans she let out awoke and drew the attention of his other harem members, who all wanted to join in. They came in, pulled their clothes off, and threw their naked bodies against his, desperately vying for his affection. As soon as Luna was filled with his seed, she was pulled off and another girl took her place. One after another climbed on top of him and took his rod into their vaginas.

Then Gabby joined in. She had been ready to spread her legs since before they even met. When she first headed to the castle, she had come to the conclusion that she'd have to let the lord of the castle, his son, or someone like that, use her body to satisfy their lustful desires on a regular basis before anyone would let her stay, even if she had already proved her worth by warning them of the attack. But to live in a castle with all her needs taken care of, she deemed that, plus all other unwanted outcomes, like constant abuse, mistrust, insults, humiliation, and excess work, to be worth it, and she resigned herself to what could be a life of slavery before going there. Instead she was given new clothes, welcomed into his harem, and appointed the head of his cavalry. Acts that made her fall in love. Now she had a chance to pay him back.

As Sara rode Valgaav's dick, Gabby slipped in and began licking and sucking his balls. He came inside Sara, she got off, and Gabby took her place. He pulled her up, positioned above his massive rod, pressed it against the goblin girl's eager entrance, then they let gravity take over and in one motion more than half of his dick was inserted into her tiny virgin cunt as she cried out. After a moment her grabbed her ass, then began raising it and lowering it on his cock. Gradually she began shaking her hips herself, getting him deeper and deeper into her as she fucked him. She was shaking her hips at a rather slow pace at first, then she quickly increased the speed and caused his huge, heavy ball sack to smack against her stretched out pussy lips. Her stomach bulged out in the shape of his cock with each thrust, and had she not been modified beforehand, his enormous rod would've torn through her vital organs and killed her. But she would've gone out happy.

This continued until they both came so hard that she exhausted herself and collapsed on him. But he wasn't done. This was her first time, and she deserved it to be memorable, so he changed positions and began jackhammering into her until he was ready to cum again. Then he plunged deep inside her and unleashed so much of his seed that her stomach swelled up and she looked pregnant. Then he pulled out, letting his seed start squirting out of her pussy as she kept cumming and cumming. By the end of it, her body, mind and soul had been broken and reduced to nothing more than a worn out sex toy.

Not bad for her first time.

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Hours passed before he stumbled out, as tired now as he was when he went to bed. While having a hearty breakfast to restore himself, Overlord Valgaav listened to Gnarl and Rollick as they planned out their next move. It was time to make a move against the elves and the dwarves and take back the lands they took from his father. And he had to do it before they moved against him.

Melancholy Moors had a gate that led to Hammerstone Gorge, or as it was secretly known to the Gromgards, the Golden Hills. A place so rich with minable gold that it could easily keep the whole kingdom wealthy for centuries. A place Duke Gromgard abandoned, sealed off, and left for the dwarves to take over upon seeing a few slugs.

A few slugs.

To put that into perspective, the worthless, retarded, incompetent, foolhardy buffoon, Duke Gromgard, abandoned a mountain of gold that could keep the kingdom rich for centuries, over a few fucking SLUGS! And did the Duke ever try taking it back when the economic crisis hit? Hell no! Instead of taking back the hills full of gold, he instead sold off everything the Black Baron owned for chump change and then took off to far away places to do some adventuring and questing in the hopes that it would solve all the kingdom's problems. How the hell the Duke's first week in charge didn't end in a revolution that saw Duke Gromgard being publicly executed was beyond them.

Anyway, thanks to its high amounts of gold, Hammerstone Gorge was easily the most critically important place anywhere in or near the land of Greenvale. But that meant the dwarves must have had it heavily guarded and had already mined out as much as they possibly could. And with the dwarves' talent for mining, it was entirely possible that there was nothing left.

"Wait. I remember seeing my sister making a deal with the witch Doris in exchange for a basket of gold. She was doing it for her dwarven boyfriend Widget. And it sounded like he needed the gold. If they were mining it out, then they should already have more gold than they know what to do with. That doesn't make sense."

"You're right, Sire. This whole thing seems extremely odd."

"Maybe she just hasn't told them about it, and they never tried exploring it, so they never found out."

"Possible, but unlikely. We'll probably learn more and be able to figure it out with ease after getting to the Golden Hills."

And then he was off. He warped to the Melancholy Moors waypoint gate and summoned his minions. The whole area had been burned down, turning it into a blackened wasteland. The townsfolk had already looted the place, so there was nothing left that was even slightly worthwhile. But given the space of it, there was room to build. If the fire did indeed cleanse the area of all dangerous bacteria, then it would be easy and profitable to either expand the town into Melancholy Moors, or add some factories or mills to make his kingdom more industrial.

The bridges managed to survive most of the flames, and once the one out of there was down, they got to work on breaking down the gate into Hammerstone Gorge.

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