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.

9. 8: Death Jungle

Overlord: Darker Legends.

Chapter 8: Death Jungle.

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In the land of Greenvale, at Castle Gromgard, in the highest tower, in the Overlord's private chambers, the catgirl Lilith was being relentlessly violated by the Overlord Valgaav. She had offered him extensive information on his enemies in exchange for a life of luxury, and he agreed. But he did so by using the Dark Manipulation spell on her, and then adding her to his harem. And now she felt like she was being torn apart by his giant member as it thrust in and out of her tight vagina with such force that it knocked her out and woke her back up again repeatedly, and she became a drooling mess before he was even close to being finished. She thought she was going to die when he started cumming inside her.

After a couple minutes he pulled out, slung her over his shoulder and carried her out of his bedroom, and into his living room. There most of his harem, along with Gnarl, were waiting at a table. Overlord Valgaav sat down, pulled Lilith onto his lap, and then impaled her ass on his rod as she screamed.

"The time has come for you to tell us everything you know," said Valgaav as he manhandled her impressively huge breasts.

"Of course, m-master-AH!"

Thanks to Lilith's intelligence network, they were able to get the full plan. The elves, the dwarves, and a religious rebel faction backed by scheming aristocrats, had all teamed up to take over the nearby kingdom of Aragon, which was a large and wealthy kingdom, only a few days away on horseback at a regular pace, and it had a strong army to defend them. To gain the edge needed to win, they planned to devastate Greenvale, wipe out the locals, and rig the town and castle with traps, poisons, diseases, explosives, and whatever else they can get a hold of. Then they would launch a series of hit & run raids on the towns and villages in Aragon, and frame Greenvale for their actions. Aragon would be driven to war, and their main forces would invade and occupy Meadowsweet and Castle Gromgard, only to get poisoned and blown up. The weakened survivors would then be hunted down, and then the elves, dwarves, and rebels would lay siege to Aragon using their flesh golems, trained warriors, weapons of war, and plant monsters. With their main forces already destroyed or devastated, Aragon Kingdom wouldn't stand a chance.

After they won they'd divide the lands and spoils among themselves, and stay out of each other's way from then on. Lilith didn't have any information on how they planned to divide things, but looking at a map, it seemed easy enough to figure out. Grenville and the elves would take the forests and the places that were connected to them, and the nearby castle to rule from, along with the city that surrounded it. Gerda and the dwarves would take the mountains, the mines, and the nearby castle and city. And the rebel aristocrats would get what's left over, which included the nearby islands Aragon controlled, their coastline, some temples, at least one fortress, and a few of their towns, villages, and farms. It certainly seemed like an effective plan that would become a very profitable venture for those involved.

Lilith also had information on their forces, their numbers, and that the elves had the Green Hive, were using it to make the plant monsters, and had plans on making armies of them. The ones that attacked the town were just an early batch that they were using as a test run to expose any issues that needed to be resolved. And they had hopes on improving them in every way possible, once the attack on Meadowsweet revealed all their flaws.

Overlord Valgaav was pretty happy with Lilith. Thanks to her, he'd gained access to an entire spy network, which was critical for war, already provided him with much needed information, and was guarantied to be a great asset in the future.

As for the geniuses that were making advanced weapons, she only heard that they were strange creatures that acted stupid and insane, yet their technological talents were so great that they easily outdid even the greatest in the world, and the dwarves were keeping them prisoner, forcing them to churn out new weapons and machines.

"Gnarl, could they be some kind of minions?"

"No sire. Minions would never be able to come up anything new, let alone anything that advanced."

"I'm getting the feeling that even when we finally see them, we still won't know what they are."

"I think you're right, these guys are definitely something new."

"That aside, we now have the information we need, and I now have a plan. We'll form an alliance with Aragon Kingdom, trading this intel for some assistance in boosting our military strength, like getting a few great warriors who are able to train our cowardly weaklings into proper soldiers, and some volunteer soldiers who already know how to fight. Gnarl, is there any way to open up a Waypoint gate in Aragon, somewhere close to the castle?"

"Sorry sire, but not without going there first. We need to lock on to your position in order to create a Waypoint Gate."

"I don't have time to go there myself. I still need to go wipe out the tree freaks before the elves try another attack. What if we just send someone and lock onto their position?"

"We can lock on to the positions of the minions, but they're not able to think for themselves, so it could take ages for them to get there, and they probably won't even survive the trip."

"Then we'll give a chariot and a couple minions to someone, and have him deliver a message to the Aragon royalty to let them know that I wish to meet them. Once he's close enough to the castle, open up a Waypoint Gate so I can teleport there quickly."

"That should work well my lord, provided the messenger does his job."

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The Overlord was about to leave when he took a look at his poleaxe. It had gotten worn out from all the fighting and needed repairs and sharpening. While he was down there, he noticed that he now had the option of having a side sheath made, giving him the option of having a second weapon. The poleaxe may have been a great weapon with a lot going for it, but against the elves, who were notorious for being fast, agile, and rarely wearing armour, it wasn't the way to go. They could very well get in past the deadly head of the poleaxe. But a sword would be perfect, thanks to its fast movements and much larger cutting area. So he decided to have a new sword forged, as his secondary weapon.

The sword he had forged was basically a slightly modified Turkish Kilij. It had a long, curved blade with a weighted tip, was made for maximum cutting power and fast slashes, looked pure evil, had a pommel that was shaped like his helmet, and thanks to the minions sacrificed making it, it could also inflict elemental as well. It had a lot going for it, and it suited him well.

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Finding a messenger willing to take the trip proved frustratingly difficult, as everyone was spooked by the recent attacks, and were worried they'd get slaughtered before they even reached the place. Overlord Valgaav was on the verge of forcing someone to either do the fucking job or die by his blade, when he finally got a volunteer. It was the same speedy guy who first dubbed the plant monsters 'tree freaks' and helped out considerably to fight them off. His name was William, and the Overlord gave him everything he needed and promised a fine reward should he succeed and get there quickly. Then he was off.

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With that taken care of, it was time to invade the jungle-like area known on the map as Verdant Valley, but known to the locals as Death Jungle. The farmers opened the barrier and let him pass.

Verdant Valley was once a beautiful forest loaded with an abundance of fruit, (largely apple trees,) vegetables, wild farm animals including pigs, chickens, goats, and sheep, as well as an ancient temple, and a number of small buildings. The Black Baron worked hard to make it like that. He had his forces steal the livestock and all the best crops from his enemies and replant the crops there and let the animals loose to start multiplying on their own. They added cabins and outposts to make hunting and harvesting easier, and they converted the ancient temple into a school so the children would be able to receive proper education and ensure the kingdom's future was in better hands.

But then Duke Gromgard let the elves take over. The elves messed with nature and within a couple months they transformed the area from a beautiful forest and a giant food source, to a jungle of death. The plants had all been mutated, grown to crazy sizes, and become poisonous, some of which continuously expelled poisonous gasses which polluted the areas around them with deadly green fog. The animals all died off, and even most of the bugs were unable to survive there. Explanations for why they did that were demanded from the elves, but the ones responsible refused to say anything, as they were too arrogant and stuck-up, and refused to converse with those they deemed beneath them.

The path was overgrown, so the Overlord and his minions had to hack their way through. Something his new sword proved quite effective at. They soon found the remains of the school, and the stone walls still looked intact, but they were overgrown with plants, most of the roof was already gone, and it looked like the place had been abandoned for hundreds, if not thousands of years. This was clearly not just the result of the forest turning into a jungle, but rather the elves deliberately tearing the place apart.

Inside there were skeletal remains of humans and animals, a bunch of junk, and a few chests of gold. Starving townsfolk tried hunting there despite the dangers, but they ended up dying in the process. Some of them managed to track down the few surviving animals, but they got poisoned and died when they tried to eat them. The chests of gold likely belonged to some random thieves that were hiding their stash there, thinking it was a safe place to do so, only to die there. Everything of value or use that had once been left in there had long since been taken or destroyed, and the place looked just as bad inside as it did outside.

"Any idea on what you wanna do with this place?"

"There's only one thing I can do with this whole area. Burn it all to the ground after I deal with the elves. But right now, I have leftovers to deal with."

A tree freak came into view, and the Overlord wasted no time attacking it. Then a second one joined in. Once they dispatched them they pressed forward. There were more tree freaks, more skeletal remains, and more gold as well. The old ruins were bigger than they needed to be.

Past the old school they found a huge, well-constructed and properly maintained locked gate. On each side of the gate was an overly extravagant elf statue with glowing eyes, standing on a box shaped pedestal. No doubt it was the entrance to the elven lands. Not far from that was another gate that wasn't as well built or maintained, and a wheel submerged in water that was sure to open one of them.

"Friend or foe? Hmmm, you look decidedly foe-like to me. Begone you despicable revolting fiends!" said the statues. "Your presence is disgusting and no-one of any class would ever dare tolerate it for even a moment!"

"Cram it! No-one's ever going to listen to retarded rocks. You're not even worth looking at."

"Maybe these 'plants' will convince you to go away."

Doors opened up beneath the statues and out came a pair of new monsters. Each one was a giant pod mouth full of sharp fangs, with stalk eyes on top and many fairly thin vines coming out of its base. They weren't that big, but they sure looked nasty. And their vines enabled them to move quickly.

The Overlord and his minions engaged them. The creatures were fast and deadly, but they were quite vulnerable to blades and fire. They slashed through the vines and green blood, or something like that, sprayed everywhere. Then the Reds set them on fire and they screamed as they were burned alive. The plant creatures were fast and looked impressive, but they lacked defence.

"Seems like those vine freaks were just rejected versions of the tree freaks."

The Blues turned the wheel and the unguarded gate opened. The Overlord blasted the statues in their faces with lightning before going on his way. Only to be met with another tree freak, waiting to catch them off guard. It started with its acid attack, but they reacted too quickly for it to be that effective, then they attacked and chopped it down.

They carved their way through the overgrown paths and encountered a few more tree freaks on route, but they wiped them out. At one point the tree freaks tried attacking from a vantage point, but even that wasn't enough. A minute later they came across something new. And it was big.

"What the hell is that?"

"I have no idea."

"It's like a giant tree freak!"

It was a giant tree monster, at least 10 feet wide and over 50 feet tall, had four giant branches that functioned as arms, disgusting green slime oozed out of it from all over, it was completely stationary, and it had three hideous faces. The top one had a giant pig nose and its sneezes showered the area with acid mucus, the angry, disfigured middle face controlled most of the arm branches, and the bottom one was a giant jaw that tried to devour everything that got within range of its much shorter branch arms. Then they noticed what appeared to be suffering people embedded in its bark on its sides, and probably its back too, but they couldn't see it from that angle.

"I don't think it's going to let you pass."

"If I had known plants could be this interesting, I probably would've taken up gardening. Any ideas on how to tear this thing down?"

"Kill it with fire!"

"Let's try that."

He sent in a few Reds to try burning it, but it wouldn't catch fire.

"You're gonna need a lot more fire."

"I don't know how to fight that."

"I don't even know what to call it."

"The Great Demon Tree, Tri-Face. Sound good?"

"Works for me."

"I got no complaints, but how are you supposed to fight it? Bring in catapults or something?"

The Overlord paused to fully observe it. The top and bottom faces appeared to be mindless. The top one noticed nothing and all it did was occasionally sneeze. The bottom one seemed to be a ravenous eating machine that was determined to shovel everything in reach into its mouth. The middle seemed to be self-aware, but it was consumed by its anger and lashed out at everything it could reach. There were also a bunch of plants that were similar to tumbleweeds growing near it.

"I have a plan."

He placed most of his minions on a guard marker, and had one get in close to draw its attention. The monster struck with its branch arms, hitting hard enough to turn the minion into paste, but he was just quick enough to avoid that, and the branch arm got stuck. A few more strikes and all of them got stuck. That's when the Overlord seized his opening to strike. He and his minions attacked the arms until they broke free, then retreated out of reach. They repeated that strategy as the tree tried to smash and sneeze on them, sometimes landing a few successful hits, and the branch arms were torn off one after another until all of them were gone. One of them was eaten by the bottom face.

"Okay, now what?"

"Now I give that lower mouth the meal it's craving."

They cut down the tumbleweed-like plants and sent them rolling to the lower face, which gobbled them all up. Once there was enough in there, the Reds hurled their fireballs into its mouth, the plants caught fire, and the whole tree went up in flames from the inside. Tri-Face died screaming.

"He won?"

"He won!"

"He beat the tree!"

"Don't sound so surprised. As if I would ever lose to an ugly tree that was just blocking my path."

He continued onward like nothing happened.

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"Sire, I think you're getting closer to the source of those vile plants."

They made it to a path with plenty of room and travelled it. For a minute it looked like this area was clear of any dangers. Then suddenly a minion got attacked by a set of huge jaws that came right up out of the ground, catching them all off guard. Wasting no time, they attacked it to save the minion.

"What the heck is that?!"

"Trap Weeds! Those nasty things gobble up everything that walks over them."

They finished off the trap weed, but upon looking up, the Overlord noticed teeth-like things sticking up out of the ground. Clearly another trap weed. Looking around, he saw that the area was full of them. It was a trap weed minefield.

"This could take a while," he said with a sigh.

They were mostly in the dirt, so had to get his minions to set each one off before they could attack it. That meant the minions got hurt a lot, and a couple even died. But they were brought back thanks to the Blues, and gradually they managed to clear the area. Their prizes for all their hard work was a cleared path, several chests of gold, and a Waypoint Gate.

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The path ahead led them to a forked path. One of which was currently blocked by poisonous gasses that came out of some pipes.

"Where'd the pipes come from?"

"Since when do elves use machines?"

"Since destroying Greenvale and starting wars became far more important than the crap they preach, their cultures, or anything else. And the machines are probably just leftover junk they got from the dwarves."

He decided to check out the other way first. He soon found a watery area, fresh water, that the elves were using to grow their food, and a bunch of elven farmers lounging around, pretending to work. The trees there needed excessive amounts of water to produce minuscule amounts of food, and rather than switching to something less wasteful, the elves created deep pools of water to plant them in, fed by artificially made waterfalls that came from diverted rivers. The Overlord remembered having heard there were a couple places past the jungle that suffered from a drought when the rivers ran dry and had to be abandoned. Even though they knew it was costing homes and lives, these greedy, selfish, arrogant elves dammed and diverted every river and drained every water source just to make sure those worthless plants had several times the amount of water they needed.

And if that wasn't bad enough, the stuff made didn't even taste good. Valgaav had heard from his brother that not even the elves liked them. He'd always though they were just some garbage crop that was cheap and easy to produce.

"So what's the plan?"

"Plan? They don't know I'm coming, so I have the element of surprise. The plan's to go in there and crush them all before they can figure out a way to fight back or call for help."

They rushed in, caught the first few completely off guard, and slashed their throats and ripped out their innards one after another before they could even make a sound. They even shut off the waterfalls without anyone noticing. Then one managed to let out a loud scream before they could finish him. A scream that alerted the others. One of the elves sounded an alarm while the rest navigated the paths in an attempt to charge in and attack.

The Overlord led his minions to clash with the elves. These elves were all gardeners. They were scrawny, poorly armed with farming tools that were rusty and dull, and had no skills in combat. They had bravery and tenacity, but that wasn't enough to save them. They were all cut down and chopped up. As the grounds got covered in elf blood and littered with their severed limbs, a few of the doorway shaped structures lit up with magic and elves started pouring out of them one after another.

"It seems the elves have their own versions of Waypoint Gates. Quickly lord, destroy them before you're overrun!" said Gnarl.

"They call them Mirror Gates, and they can only come through one at a time, but there's no delay between them, and no telling how many are on the other side."

The elves that came pouring out also looked to be gardeners, but these ones were better equipped for battle. They were agile, their equipment was in decent shape, some had fighting staffs, and all used magic. They unleashed powerful winds that blew them back, doused them with torrents of water, bombarded them with fireballs, and used their speed and agility to quickly get in close and attack with their weapons. But rather than getting into a strong formation and using each other's strengths to the fullest, it seemed every last one of them was trying to play the hero and eliminate this threat on their own. It looked less like they were a unified force, and more like they were competing against each other.

Overlord Valgaav and his minions weathered the attacks, countered them, and pushed forward, cutting down one elf after another. They fought their way to the first Mirror Gate and smashed it to bits, stopping any more from coming through. Next they attacked the guy sounding the alarm. His blood squirted out of him when they tore him apart. Then they destroyed the alarm and made their way to the other Mirror Gates, destroying all the plants and stuff along the way.

The elves kept pouring in, but the results were the same. They did little damage before getting cut to pieces, and their severed body parts and bloody organs were left to rot on the ground. They destroyed a second Mirror Gate, then an elf with a brain showed up. He took charge and had the others get into a defensive formation, with the wind users standing side by side to block off the narrow path, using their wind continuously to keep the Overlord and his minions at bay while the others attempted to fight with water and fire, and by throwing sharp pointy stuff at them. All the while spouting off some rather weak trash talk.

"For Erasmus!"

"Leave this place you vermin!"

"I will return you to the ground!"

"Filthy defilers! You have no place here!"

"I've fought tougher weeds than you!"

And in Overlord 2, the elves didn't fight tougher weeds, they Smoked them! XD

"Nature will avenge me!"

"No it won't."

After carefully observing the area, Valgaav determined that the way to get past them was to go straight through them. They attacked head-on. The Overlord used his spells to weaken them and get in close, them it became an up close battle between the groups. The Overlord and a couple minions were blown back at one point, but that gave the rest of the minions the opening they needed to turn the tides. The Overlord got back up, attacked them again, and broke their formation. After that the elves quickly fell one after another. Rather than targeting the Mirror Gate, they went straight for the smart elf first. His severed head ended up rolling like a ball with blood coming out of it.

Once that area was cleared, they went back to destroy everything in it. That way if the elves retook this place, it would still be a while before they got it back to the way it was. And with a little luck those arrogant assholes would find out how it feels to starve to death before then.

They pressed onward. Their path was blocked by huge pipes spewing out poisonous gasses via fans. But unlike the earlier ones, these ones had wheels nearby that shut them off. On his way through, he noticed someone hiding. Probably a cowardly elf gardener who knew he didn't stand a chance. The Overlord used his lightning to show that hiding wasn't working.

"Get out of there!" he roared.

An elf girl came out with her hands up. She was stunningly beautiful, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, flawless smooth skin, huge breasts, curvy figure, flat stomach, big butt, and long legs. She wore a green dress with nothing underneath, which became obvious as about three seconds after she revealed herself, her dress fell to the ground. She stepped out of her dress with one foot, and used the other to pick it up and kick it away.

"I surrender!"

Despite her scared expression, the look of lust in her eyes, as well as her hard nipples and moist pussy, told him that she wasn't just doing whatever it took to survive, nor was she doing this out of fear. She was driven by her overwhelming sexual needs, and was willing to hand herself over to an enemy just to improve her chances of getting fucked, despite knowing he'd slaughtered her kind and may just murder her on the spot.

"Just don't hurt me and I'm all yours."

She held up her breasts and shook them. Then she fell to her knees, spread her legs wide and leaned back, displaying her sexy nude body, making it look as enticing as she could.

"You know, at the rate your harem is expanding, your dick's gonna fall off one of these days," said Luna.

Seeing as she'd already surrendered, Valgaav cast the Dark Manipulation spell on her. Only for it to be rejected. He realized instantly that it was a trick, and she was just acting. But before he could react, she fell on her back, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. In her place was a different naked girl. She was much slimmer, had purple hair, pointy ears, bat-like wings, and a tail.

"A succubus?"

"WHAAAT?!"

The succubus let out a nervous chuckle as she rubbed her head.

"Um, I still surrender, please don't hurt me."

He grabbed her.

"Ow, that hurts!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to get laid alright! I've had no luck anywhere else, then I heard that the elves had plenty of single men, so I came here thinking I could find plenty of horny guys that would do anything to fuck me. But it turns out that half of them are only interested in other men, and the other half are only interested in women that are so disgustingly bloated that they can't even move, unless it's by rolling. How do those idiots think that they could ever satisfy a woman anywhere near that fat anyway? Their puny dicks could never get in far enough for those fat freaks to feel them. At this point all the real elf girls are already looking to other races to find some cock."

As she talked, he noticed there was a hidden area behind her. Maybe she was even trying to protect it. He conked her on the head, knocking her out, then he cast his Dark Manipulation spell again, this time it worked. He had two of his minions carry her off while he and the rest raided the hidden area. It turned out to have plenty of gold, a full supply of musical instruments, and some more stuff for his trophy room. He had the minions take them all back to the castle, and he had a feeling that the place was going to be much livelier now that they could play music.

Not far from there he found a set of pipes that were churning out tree freaks and vine freaks. And the elves had just turned them on.

Overlord Valgaav had to turn off the pipes to stop them from spitting out tree freaks and vine freaks, destroy the magic gateway that the elves were using to get there, and slaughter everything in there. And that's just what he did.

He had his minions go after the wheel and the gateway, while he fought everything in the room. His one saving grace was that the elves seemed to be wary of the freaks, and thus they fought separately instead of teaming up to overwhelm him. Maybe the average elf couldn't stand those abominations either. He was able to hold out against the elves and monsters until his minions finished and rushed to his aid. Now that the elves and freaks were unable to replenish their numbers, each one that was cut down actually counted, and the Overlord turned the tide against them.

Once the fight was over and the floor was littered with the bodies of his foes, the Overlord replenished his minion horde and pressed on. He found some health and mana potions and instantly recovered.

Not far from there he found what looked to be the heart of the operation. A line of room-sized machines with glass domes. Inside elves wearing protective suits were creating tree freaks like Frankenstein monsters. A process the machines made possible by infusing the parts with green gasses and some other stuff, and then assembling them into monsters and infusing them with green gasses and other stuff to bring them to life. However the glass was completely fogged over and higher up than them, so the Overlord couldn't really see that. What he did see, was a way to wreck it.

"Idea. If I close off those pipes and plug those vents, the gasses won't have anywhere to go, and if I get that thing going full blast, the pressure will build up until something breaks or blows up. That should halt the production of the monsters for a while giving me more than enough time to retrieve the Green Hive, and without it they'll never be able to make these things again."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I decided to study up on complicated machinery, so I'll know how to break it."

There were tree freaks and elves walking around, and several Mirror Gates. And it seemed they were using three hidden objects as the power sources for their machine.

"I hope this'll be the last of the tree freaks, because those things are way too tough to keep going like this."

Everyone was a bit shocked that he'd admit a weakness like that, but they knew he was right. Those tree freaks were monsters in every sense of the word, and he was fighting them in greater and greater numbers. Anyone else would have fallen before them a hundred times over by now, and yet he kept powering through.

The valves to seal off the pipes were only a few feet away. The Overlord turned them before he was noticed, then he attacked. There were several tree freaks between them and the Mirror Gates, and the second they were noticed, more elves would start flooding in. Valgaav and his minions all focused on the nearest one and attacked him all at once. It didn't take long for it to fall, but that was the only one they were able to catch off guard. Their cover was blown and the elves were yelling before they could get started on the second one.

The elves called in reinforcements, but they all waited until the last tree freak fell before doing anything, despite how obviously stupid that was. Only then did they attack.

"Imbeciles!" roared the Overlord as he hacked his way through them. "What makes you think you can win like this?! Children can fight better than you!"

The elves initially got off to a decent start, thanks to the clear numbers advantage they had massed while the Overlord was busy fighting the tree freaks. With lives being lost on both sides and their numbers continuing to replenish, it looked like the elves had the upper hand. But the Overlord's chain lightning spell instantly dashed their hopes of an easy and dominant victory. As his poleaxe, sword, magic and minions slaughtered them, their teams faltered, and the Overlord broke through. Before they could regroup he made his way to the first Mirror Gate and tore it down. He was out a few minions, but the elves were out one of only three Mirror Gates. But that wasn't enough to turn the tides. Their numbers were still too high and were replenishing too fast. But that wasn't gonna stop the Overlord. He grabbed a minion, started throttling it, and unleashed it into the group of elves. The resulting explosion killed of a bunch of them, made the rest panic, and some tried to abandon the fight and escape. As the Overlord took advantage of the situation to tear down the second gateway, he finally began to gain the upper hand.

But then a new guy showed up. He looked different from the others. This one was a pretty boy, but he was also a trained warrior. He was taller, stronger, and cleaner than the other elves, well armed with a longbow, a quiver of arrows, and two swords, and was wearing chainmail that sparkled way too much. This elf had to be an elite warrior. Or possibly a gay dancer in costume.

The elite elf unleashed a hail of arrows and easily killed off several minions, driving the Overlord to call them back and seek shelter from the arrows. With a few moves and the sacrifice of a few minions, the Overlord baited him to keep the arrows coming. The minions that fell were revived by the Blues while out of the elite's sight. The second he ran out of arrows he dropped the bow and quiver and pulled out his swords. Then he charged in thinking the Overlord had to be out of minions, or at least close to it.

The elite elf froze in shock when he turned the corner and saw the full horde waiting for him. The Overlord had the minions attack, but he backflipped out of the way, then he jumped clear of them. He was so fast and agile that he could avoid them with ease, and his swords were so sharp that he cut through the individual strays with a single quick strike.

Rather than continuing to focus on the one elite while the rest of the elves continued to grow in number, Valgaav had them go after the regular elves and the last gateway while he went after the elite. The man was fast and his armour was a lot stronger than it should have been. It could take a lot of hits from his sword and magic. It had to have been enchanted. Luckily the Overlord's armour was just as good, if not better. And while the elf had a serious edge in speed and agility, Valgaav held the edge in raw power and sheer brutality.

Swords clashed repeatedly as both men tried to take each other out. The elf was able to get in more hits, but the Overlord did more damage and his blows were unblockable. It was like a classic boss battle, but the roles were inverted. The elf was faced with an uphill battle, but he was determined to win it. The Overlord was not only focused on his current opponent, but also the ones the minions were fighting. A distraction that could have proven costly, but ultimately helped him out, as once the last gate was destroyed, he was able to get his minions to help him out. The elite elf warrior was overwhelmed, and the farmer elves could no longer replenish their numbers. The battle ended with the elite elf getting his head and limbs cut off, as his blood soaked the ground.

But that wasn't the end of it. He still had a machine to demolish. He broke and clogged the vents, then cranked it up full blast. It filled with more and more green gas, and after a minute or so, the whole thing completely blew up with enough force to bring the roof crashing down. The debris crushed whatever survived, formed a new path, and exposed what they were using as power sources. Which turned out to be a Blood relic, a Mana relic, and the Petrify spell.

"Well done, Sire! That's landed a powerful blow against the elves and their pet plants."

Valgaav got the minions to carry the relics and spell away. As he left, he heard someone coming. Thinking fast he decided to hide and eavesdrop in case they said something he could use. In came his brother Grenville, and Erasmus, a leader amongst the elves.

"What took them so long to get here?"

"Busy having gay sex with each other most likely."

"The leaves cry out in pain, the lands shake like a frightened deer! Who would do such a deed?" Grenville said as dramatically as possible.

"As if the weak cellular structures wasn't bad enough already, now this happens," Erasmus mumbled quietly and calmly.

"Are you listening to me, Erasmus?"

"Oh yes, yes... crying deer... frightened leaves.. yes, yes, yes"

Grenville got irritated.

"Do you want me to take away the hive, and those smelly green things?"

The elf nearly panicked.

"Don't go near the Putrid Pools! You mustn't touch the Pools! 'Sigh' These were so young. Just babies really. And now them, and my elven brothers are dead. It's a terrible tragedy. But the things I'm working on in the fields, now those are something really special."

"Well, they'd better be!"

Then they left.

"Now that was kinda interesting. Now we know the Greens are in the Putrid Pools, which I'm guessing is what they renamed the Shining Springs, the Greens are crucial to what they're planning, they got something even bigger on the way, and as I long suspected, Grenville's the woman in that gay couple."

"Yeah, but he's such a total bitch that no-one in their right minds would ever want to hook up with him."

"He's acting like some bitch after 20 years of lousy marriage that's trying to make her husband regret not murdering her when they first met."

"Yeah, but considering what kind of women they're into, it wouldn't surprise me if that's what they want in their men."

There was some giggling. It was funny, but true.

"Alright time to get the Greens."

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To my reviewers: Thanks for all the reviews, and I think the things in the trophy room are probably gonna remain as inanimate trophies and Easter eggs.