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.

11. 10: The Deal

Overlord: Darker Legends.

Chapter 10: The Deal.

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The Overlord had just finished his mission to Verdant Valley and the Putrid Pools, now he had returned to Castle Gromgard. There was music playing in the castle, the enslaved goddess statues were placed at spots that looked good, the wooden demon head was now a decoration hung on a wall, the dryads had all been made completely loyal via the Dark Manipulation spell, and now he needed a break. So Valgaav removed his armour, commanded it to be cleaned and repaired, and for a hot bath to be drawn for him.

Several of his girls were waiting to join him in the bath when he walked in. And a few more followed him in. A few were holding soap and washcloths, some were striking sexy poses, and all were nude and eager to do it with him. But who to start with? Then Pumpkin, Gabby, and Lyra, the succubus he found with the elves, all popped up out of the bath.

"Oh master. We're all wet, and it's not just the bath water."

After that surprise display, he decided to start with the two small girls and the succubus he hadn't done yet. He stripped out of his clothes and entered the water, then pulled the goblin girl into his lap.

Moaning loudly, Gabby began riding his cock like she was possessed, while Pumpkin and Lyra rubbed their soapy, voluptuous bodies against his, like their tits were sponges and he was a trophy that needed to be carefully washed and polished. And even though his focus was on Gabby, they still came a few times.

His massive rod proved almost too much for her to handle, so he took over, changed their positions, bent her over, and began fucking her hard from behind. Before long they both came and she passed out. Then he pulled out and had Pumpkin take over. She bent over, presenting her fine ass to him, and in one motion more than half of his dick was inserted into her tiny cunt as she cried out. A moment later his dick was jackhammering into her cunt while his hands caressed her wet tits and his fingers poked and flicked her slippery nipples, and her moaned became more like screams.

This went on for quite a while, and she came so much that she could barely even move. Then he plunged deep inside her and unleashed so much of his seed that her stomach swelled up. When he pulled out of her, she collapsed like a rag doll, and he had to pull her out of the water.

Gabby and Pumpkin were both down for the count, but Valgaav was just getting started. Lyra hopped onto his lap and quickly slid onto his cock as she let out a loud moan. She shook her hips wildly, rubbed her body against his, and peppered his manly chest with kisses and licks. Her tits weren't as impressive as some of the other members of his harem, but her ass was insane and he couldn't keep his hands off it. She felt incredible on his cock. If he had known succubi were this good, he would've tried getting one years ago. He flooded her insides three times over, but she kept going. She only paused for a few seconds when either of them came, and wasted no time going back to riding his cock at full throttle. She didn't start to tire until the fourth time he came, and by the fifth time she was spent. She slid off him, and he laid her down, grabbing her ass one last time as he did. But the room was still full of lusty ladies, and he wasn't about to let any of them leave without pouring a couple pounds of his seed into their bellies.

The girls moaned loudly while greatly enjoying every last second of it, and with each girl it lasted for the span of ten minutes. Tight inner walls massaged, caressed and squeezed his mighty tool, as his hands massaged, caressed and squeezed their incredible breasts and fine asses, and each time ended with one last body rocking thrust into the deepest depths of the girls' innards, and a loud grunt as he shot out a thick and creamy torrent of cum straight into their fuck holes. About half a minute passed by as he pumped each of them full of his seed, making their flat, toned stomachs expand noticeably.

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Once the celebratory orgy was out of the way, Valgaav decided he'd better upgrade the Greens. And as he did so, he noticed that he had everything he needed to max out the levels of all the minion tribes. And that's just what he did. And once that was done, he went on to check the trophy room. A place that several members of his harem, as well as a bunch of the castle servants had taken to hanging out in.

The trophy room had been filled up nicely, and now they were running out of room. It now had all the plant monsters on display, as well as the slugs, elves, and all the other enemies he'd killed since his last visit, and a Tri-Face Demon Tree had become a support pillar. The collections were also doing great. The Zodiac talisman collection was complete, and all of them were placed in the dragon statue, the 9 Oni Masks collection was completed and hung together on the wall, the Hero of Time mask collection was nearly completed, and there were a bunch more Sheng gong wu. There was also a blue suit of armour made for somebody small with a horned helmet and a bladed shovel for a weapon, a lamp and a bottle that apparently once housed genies but were now empty, (which was a shame, as he would've wished this fanfiction was finished and replaced the script for the actual game,) a set of wrist mounted blades that looked to be something an assassin would use, a few really weird but somewhat familiar outfits and weapons, a set of seven orange glass balls with stars inside, a book entitled 'The Thievius Raccoonus,' a cane shaped a bit like a question mark, a wristband with an hourglass symbol, a small statue of a creature that looked to be half man, half dragon, with an octopus for a head, a set of figurines, his favourite of which was titled 'Summoned Skull,' and a really ugly looking parrot made of fool's gold.

"What kind of idiot would ever want something this stupid, worthless, and ugly?"

"It's me, Guybrush Threepwood. Mighty pirate."

"Master, were all of those really that big when you defeated them?"

"Most of them. The cyclops and rock giant were each several times those sizes when I defeated them. And the demon tree was at least twenty times that size. They just had to shrink down in order to fit in here."

"Did any get bigger after coming in here?"

"Nope."

"Sounds like we win the bet."

The servant girls cursed, then stripped naked and tossed their clothes at Leia and Luna, who were gloating.

"We'll get those back!"

"Keep betting against him and you'll just end up as furniture."

"By the way lord, now that there are no sluts on your dick, we're trying to find a place for the dryads, and we could use your help."

"Of course."

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The dryads were all eager to please their master and show off what they could do, even without the spell to make them subservient. A bunch of them wanted to serve him sexually, but at the moment he deemed it more important to see their powers in action. And they were happy to comply.

"No, no, no. I don't want grass and flowers. I want fruits, vegetables, corn, hemp, and grains, like wheat, hops, and barely."

"Okay master. We can do that."

Growing smaller things that only served to look pretty was easy enough, and they were able to grow and control vines and stuff, which they used to fight, but growing fruits and vegetables that were meant to be eaten was harder. It required time and skill, and wasn't something that could be done in an instant, especially if you wanted them edible. They could make them come in almost three times faster at most, but any more than that ran a high risk of the crops rotting before they became ripe enough to eat. Which was a huge improvement, but wasn't good for a display of their powers. Luckily growing stuff like wheat was another story. For them that stuff was no harder to grow than grass or flowers, so they were able to display their capabilities and prove their worth by growing a large amount of it. They were also able to make the soil a lot healthier and better for farming.

"Alright, you might just be worth keeping around for a while. Just try to stay out of sight. The elves and the dwarves have spies everywhere."

That scared them.

"Speaking of spies, the dwarves use garden gnome statues as spies, and they just put them everywhere."

"How do they use garden gnome statues as spies?"

"They capture real gnomes, encase them in cement, then force them to watch certain places and later report what they saw. Assuming they don't die before the dwarves return for them. Keep an eye out for them, and if you see any, destroy them. We can't risk the dwarves finding out anything that can be used against us."

They paused to think about that. Getting captured, encased in cement, then being left to slowly suffocate, starve, and die, seemed like a hellish way to go. To the point that killing them off, even in a brutal fashion, became an act of mercy. Yet they had the feeling that the Overlord couldn't care less. But then why would he care about gnomes? Men like him mostly just viewed them as pests that should be wiped out.

"There's one now."

He smashed it without a second thought. Yep, he couldn't care less.

"Overlord Valgaav! The messenger boy has made it to Aragon Kingdom, opened a Waypoint Gate, and he's already returned!"

"Excellent. Sounds like William did not disappoint. Send him to me at once. I look forward to the good news."

Valgaav paused to think of how to reward him. He knew that if the reward was big enough, word would get out and other men would flock to him to do everything they could to please him in the hopes of getting a similarly large reward. So it had to be something worth more than what William went through and contributed. And considering their female population now outnumbered the male population by about 4 or 5 to 1, they needed all the men they could get. And as long as he did stuff like that every once in a while, the men would keep flocking to him, and keep working hard for him, even if the overall rewards were below average. Some would surely die trying to win his favour, but as long as he didn't have to pay the dead, then who cares?

But what reward would work best? A statue in his honour? Maybe, maybe not. A harem of slave girls? No, he was among the soldiers who were paid with women, and he probably added a couple more to his harem since then. Gold? A fancy new house? A money making business of some kind? Maybe Valgaav would buy him a new house and give him enough gold to start his own business, which could bring him more wealth and set him on the path to an easy life.

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A few minutes later...

"YOU IMBECILE! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" he roared.

"They were the ones attacking me, all I did was fight back to defend myself."

"You should have stopped to find out why they were attacking after taking out the first one. NOT CUT A PATH OF DESTRUCTION THROUGH A COUNTRY THAT WE'RE TRYING TO MAKE INTO OUR FUCKING ALLIES YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

"I didn't think of trying that, okay? And I didn't realize they were the king's men. I just got through monster territory and bandit territory, and if I'd stopped for them they would've killed me, so I was still jumpy."

"THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! You're coming with me and we're going to fix this. I don't care if your head has to end up on a pike in order to get this deal to go through."

The furious Overlord grabbed William by the skull with nearly enough force to crush it and dragged him off.

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They went to Aragon Kingdom via the Waypoint Gate and arrived near the capital city. The Overlord brought his chariot with him so he could enter the city in style. Upon getting there, the Overlord was escorted to the castle, while William was escorted to prison. Quite a few people watched as the large man in armour was brought to the castle.

As they made their way through the castle, Valgaav noticed that there were more than just humans there. And most of those non-humans were beautiful girls. Then he remembered hearing years ago that the king had gotten into several political marriages, and each one was to a member of a different race.

He was brought to an area that served as a waiting room and told by the scantily clad maids to relax and enjoy the refreshments they provided while they informed the king of his arrival. The wait wasn't long before he was called in to meet the king, who was not expecting him to show up this soon.

The Aragon king, Jonathan Armon the 4th, had a dark history with the Black Baron, who had repeatedly raided, pillaged, and nearly destroyed that kingdom. Seeing the man's nephew stand before him, the spitting image of his uncle, right after one of his men cut a path of destruction through his kingdom, did not please him in the slightest. He'd long since gotten over the past, but things were not off to a good start.

They got to talking, and as suspected, the king was furious about what William did and wanted him dead. And while the Overlord couldn't care less about that idiot's well being, he knew that he needed more men, and if he just let a man who did that much for him die, then his reputation would suffer and fewer men would want to work for him.

"I can't just let him be sentenced him to death like that, but I thought up an alternative that I think you'll like even more."

"What is it?"

"Have him work to make amends to every man he wronged. If all of them agree to let him off the hook afterwards, then he's free to go."

"Why should I agree to that when he deserves to die?"

"Because if he fails to satisfy every last one of them, including the ones following your orders, he'll still get the death penalty. The only difference is; he'll work himself past the point of collapse several times over before the execution, and nobody can blame us if he fails after being given such a rare opportunity."

The king smiled, and then laughed.

"Ho, ho, ho! I like it. In fact it's brilliant! He works until he's ready to die, then we kill him, and it only improves our standings. It's perfect."

With the king now in a much better mood, things started going a lot smoother. The Overlord wanted a proper army, and for that he needed more men, and skilled men to train those men, and he was hoping to trade critical military secrets to get them.

"Alright, but I got some conditions. I have too many children that haven't amounted to anything. Lazy brats have just been sitting around their whole lives, like slugs with egos, and they've just been piling up. They're lucky I haven't thrown them out already. I want you to take a few of them off my hands. I want my sons to become warriors, knights. And I want you to marry one of my daughters. Do that and I'll make sure you have all the men you need."

"I'll need to meet them first."

"Of course. Now let's talk about this info you have."

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After the meeting, the Overlord Valgaav met with the king's children. At first he was worried that the king's daughters would all be ugly, and his sons would have no potential whatsoever. But to his surprise, that was not the case. While most of the king's human daughters only looked slightly above average at best, his non-human daughters were gorgeous. And while only one of his sons already had the large, muscular build needed for a knight, several could gain that by simply going on a diet and losing some weight, and most of the rest had the slim, agile build of assassins. He could tell at a glance that with the right training they could very well become renowned killers. There were also a pair of fat cowardly weaklings that had no potential whatsoever, but he did not plan on using them.

After talking to them for a while, he decided that a few of those monster girls were must haves for his harem, and most of the boys had plenty of potential as either knights or assassins. And while having a squad of knights working for him could help him out in battle, having a squad of assassins instead could be even more beneficial and was too tempting to turn down. So he talked to the king about it.

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"I think I can work with them. I believe that those skinny boys all have what it takes to become capable assassins."

"Assassins? That's cowardly, I want them to be warriors."

"There's nothing cowardly about it, and assassins arewarriors. Knights are used to fight in wars, but assassins are used to win wars. And with minimal cost or loss of life."

The two of them had opposing views of assassins, and they argued about it for a couple minutes before the king relented and agreed to let his sons train to become assassins. The promise of them being able to gain more success and glory as assassins than they ever could as knights, proved to be tempting enough to make him reconsider. Especially when the alternative was them continuing to be worthless lazy cowards.

"And what of my daughters? Did you find one you liked?"

"The spider girl, the lamia, and the black harpy all looked good to me."

"Those ones? In that case, please take all three."

"Really? You want to hand over three daughters to the same man?"

"Hell yes. I've honestly never really cared about the other races, and that includes my daughters. If I didn't have to have those political marriages with their mothers, then I never would've went anywhere near them, and never would've had those freaks. Personally I was starting to think that I'd never get rid of those ones without killing them off, and when you get right down to it, them spending the rest of their lives as sluts in the harem of some random lord is the best thing they could ever hope for. If you're willing to take all three off my hands, I'll make sure you get a hell of a lot more than what you wanted."

A harsh opinion to have, especially regarding his own daughters, but the Overlord didn't care, as it worked to his benefit. He would get an even better deal than what he was first aiming for. And from what he just heard, he wouldn't even have to marry the girls, he could just add them to his harem, and not only would the king not complain in the slightest, he'd even defend the Overlord's decisions in order to avoid ever seeing them again. So they sealed the deal.

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The Overlord informed William of how the deal went down and what his punishment would be.

"But what if the king decides to screw me over by ordering one of the last ones to refuse to let me go? They'll still kill me."

"I had to agree to take in all of his weakest sons and turn them into warriors, and marry three of his non-human daughters to get this deal. This was the best I could do for you. And in this day and age, it's a rare opportunity that's given to very few men and you should be grateful for it. Normally you'd never get a chance like this and instead you'd just be tortured to death in public to keep the crowds entertained, and your carcass would be fed to the pigs."

"You're absolutely right. Thank you. I owe you big time for this. I'll get through this and return to repay my debt in full. I swear it."

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With his business concluded it was time to go. Not wanting his Waypoint gates to become publicly known, especially not yet, the Overlord arranged the princes, princesses, their entourage, and a military force to follow him as he returned to Greenvale on his chariot.

The princes and princesses were all quite surprised and confused that the Overlord chose them. The boys were all skinny and weak, and the only thing they showed any talent for was running away, and they'd never been anything but a disappointment. To pick them over their much larger and stronger brothers made no sense. And the girls were even more confused. Them being the last thing any man would want was something that's been drilled into their heads their entire lives, and they'd come to accept that. So a suitor picking them over their sisters was not something they were expecting. They all wanted to be thrilled about it, but they just couldn't. They were suspicious and fearful of it being a trap. For all they knew this man was hired by their father to get them out of his kingdom and then kill them off. But if they'd refused and went against their father's orders, he'd have them beaten down and shipped off in bondage. And if they tried to escape, he'd take that as an excuse to put a bounty on their heads, and they'd be hunted down and slaughtered. Their only hope of surviving this, was if the man was going to do what he claimed. But if that was the case, he wouldn't have chosen them.

The Aragon princesses consisted of Jolene, Ivy, and Jessica. Jolene was an Arachne, so she had the lower body of a giant spider, and the upper body of a human girl, who looked a lot like Erza from Fairy Tail, but with a few extra eyes, claws for fingers, long straight dark purple hair in a pony tail, and she wore an undersized top that showed off her huge breasts, and a skirt that hid where her human and spider parts met. Ivy was a black harpy that looked like a cross between Wednesday Addams and Papi from Monster Musume. She had pale skin, black wings instead of arms, black bird-like legs, ink black hair that fell straight down and reached halfway down her back, she looked cute yet also intimidating, and she wore an undersized top that showed off her small breasts, a mini skirt, and like most black harpies, she was quick to anger and prone to getting into fights. Jessica was a lamia, so she had the lower body of a giant snake, coloured dark purple, almost black, with a dark blue underside, and her upper body looked like Risky Boots, but had somewhat puffy hair and like her sisters she wore an undersized top that showed off her huge breasts, and a short skirt. The three of them were in the same carriage, which was custom made so ensure they could travel comfortably and securely, and also so they couldn't escape on their own.

The Aragon princes consisted of Micheal, Johnathan, Richard, James, and Peter. Five human boys in their late teens and early twenties that didn't look all that remarkable. Physically all of them were skinny and lacked sufficient strength, and had never shown any talent for combat, and were mostly only good at running away, hiding, and climbing. But mentally they'd all shown promise, as they were clever, creative, well educated, and the only times they ever tried anything stupid was when it worked. Like their sisters, they were all in the same carriage, which was comfortable and secure, but they couldn't exit it on their own. The carriages had all been made years ago, and the reasons behind its features seemed legitimate at the time, so they couldn't complain about it, but they couldn't help but fear they were prisoners being brought to their executions.

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After they exited the borders of the Aragon Kingdom, bandits descended upon them. But upon realizing they were dealing with an armed military force that had them completely outnumbered and outmatched, they turned around and retreated before getting anywhere near them. And as they turned and fled the guards fired arrows with letters attached at them.

After that nearly all threats on the way back steered clear of them, as anything with even an iota of intelligence or survival instinct got scared off by the small army. And the few that didn't got curb stomped with ease.

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Meanwhile, Grenville and Erasmus were having a meeting with other elves. They were working out new plans to deal with Overlord Valgaav and take down Meadowsweet before the attacks on Aragon began. Then a messenger came running up.

"I have news! Our spies have just spotted the Overlord in Aragon. He's meeting with the king as we speak."

"What?"

"Impossible!"

"If he's off in Aragon right now, then he couldn't possibly have been behind the recent attacks on us. Somebody else did this!"

Now that their main suspect had an alibi, there was confusion and commotion as they struggled to figure things out. They ended up blaming the dryads, if only to calm things down, but given how weak they were, nobody believed that. Instead many suspected the guilty party may have actually been their allies, the dwarves. The elves and the dwarves had never truly been on good terms, and they all knew that their current arrangement was something that many on both sides were not happy about. But unless they found some evidence to prove it, then they couldn't act on it, especially with everything that was at stake.

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As they entered the Overlord's lands, a trio of elves laid in wait to assassinate Valgaav. They carefully and quietly waited for him to get within striking distance, then they drew their bows and fired their arrows, aimed directly at the slits in his helmet. But the Overlord noticed something and moved enough for the arrows to miss, except for one that hit his helmet instead and bounced off.

The arrows weren't strong enough to pierce armour, so their cover was blown and they had nothing to show for it. So the assassin elves tried getting outta there. But the Overlord wasn't about to let that happen. The elves were quick, but they had nothing on lightning, so his Chain Lightning spell nailed them and left them face down on the ground, too stunned to move.

By the time they were able to start getting up, they were already surrounded by soldiers, the Overlord was standing over them, all with weapons drawn, and their lives were flashing before their eyes.

"The bad news is that you're all imbeciles, you've made some foolhardy decisions, and you will now die for that. The good news, is that your deaths will actually be rather enjoyable."

There was a moment of confusion and a glimmer of relief.

"Just not for you," he added with a sinister laugh.

Then one of the elves screamed as his feet were cut off. Blood came squirting out of him and stained the ground. The other elves all struggled to get away, but the guards held them down by stepping on them. The elf the Overlord was working on also tried to get away, but a kick to the face put a stop to that and shattered his jaw. The disfigured elf was now bleeding heavily from the top and the bottom, but that wasn't going to be enough by a long-shot. So he cut off his hands at the wrists. Then his forearms at the elbows. Then his legs at the knees. Then he gouged out one of his eyes. Then he cut off his genitals. Then he cut his stomach open, pulled out his innards, threw them over the branch of a tree, tied them into a noose, hung him with his own intestines, and left him there to die.

It was an extremely bloody and gruesome display that very few had the stomach for. And it was a fate that all the would-be assassins shared.

Only one of them made it out alive. A fourth one who chickened out beforehand, ran off, and hid in a tree. Because he wasn't part of then initial attack, nor did he take part in anything else or even let himself be seen, nobody realized he was there, and it saved his life. But he ended up with a full view of what happened to the rest of them. And the things he saw would haunt him for the rest of his life.

And when the coward reported it later, his word would not only make the other elves think twice before messing with the Overlord, it would also further confirm that he couldn't have been the one to attack them earlier.

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The bandits who nearly tried to attack the Overlord made it back to their hideout. Then they noticed that one guy had an arrow in his back, and it had a letter attached. After removing it, they read the letter. It was a leaflet advertising a pardon offer to all criminals. In exchange for turning over their stolen goods and serving in his army, the Overlord was willing to erase their past crimes and give each one a clean slate. Not only that, he would provide them with all the necessities and pay them for their services after their terms were finished. But the offer was only for a limited time, after which his forces would hunt down and slaughter all criminals in and near his kingdom, reaching all the way to the borders of all neighbouring kingdoms.

The bandits were scared and very unsure. They had already heard that this Overlord was nothing like Duke Gromgard, and was in fact a lot more like the Black Baron, making him infinitely more competent and dangerous, and somebody they'd be better off with than against. Especially if he was building an army to keeps his lands safe. But was the pardon real? It could very well be a trick to get them to expose themselves and make it easy to wipe them out. And was the plan to purge the criminals real? It could be made up and not even be possible with their current manpower. And even if it was all real, would it be worth it? They could be forced to serve in a hellish army for the rest of their lives, and they might be better off fighting back, or fleeing to different lands.

The bandit leaders were not ready to join the Overlord, but a few guys were willing to desert them to give it a try. So they snuck away when nobody was looking.

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After arriving at Castle Gromgard, the Overlord took Prince James aside, then took him somewhere. At first the rest of them were worried that this was going to be their execution. But several minutes later the two returned. James looked a little roughed up, but somehow he looked a lot better than he did before. Like he'd had an epiphany and came out a new man, and was now stronger, smarter, and more confident than ever before.

"What happened?"

"The Overlord genuinely wants to make us stronger. He tested me in a private sparing match, won easy, then pointed out all my strengths and weaknesses, and told me how he was going to make a great warrior. If we stick with him, we can become legends."

"Why?"

"Because you'll be working for me, and I want elites and legends at my command, not some worthless pack of weaklings."

Made sense to them.

"Richard, you're next."

One by one he did the same thing to each of the boys. What they didn't know was that once he defeated them, he used his Dark Manipulation spell to modify them to what he wanted. Mentally they'd all become loyal to him, and all mental issues that were holding them back would be overcome and forgotten, and physically they'd gain an extreme growth rate for all things an assassin would want. And nobody would suspect a thing, as it could all be attributed to skilled teachers, undiscovered talents, and hard work.

Then he called over the princesses one by one. He knocked them out, cast his spell, and turned them into loyal and loving members of his harem.

The he did the same thing to the military leaders given to him, ensuring their complete loyalty. Doing that to every last soldier wasn't an option, but as long as he played his cards right, it would be enough.

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Once that was over, he got to work on his army. Skull Canyon would become their training grounds and their main base. He needed to get construction started, and he needed skilled leaders who would whip the men into shape. The Aragon Kingdom had supplied him with the men he needed to ensure he'd have skilled and disciplined cavalry, infantry, heavy infantry, archers, and strategists, but not assassins. Aragon never used assassins, and the only person he knew that had any skills at it was Jenny. She was the granddaughter of one of the Black Flame Bandits founders, back when they were the Black Flame Assassins, she'd long since memorized everything they knew about being an assassin, and her dream was to revive them and make them greater than ever before. But the Black Flame Assassins/ Bandits had gotten wiped out repeatedly, and their greatest claims to fame included the assassinations of some poorly guarded weak rich men, a massacre of babies, and the murders of a few warriors who were either too drunk to even stand, let alone fight back, or so heavily outnumbered that they didn't stand a chance. Not the most promising lot to learn from. But she was all he had to work with, so she'd have to do for now.

He also had to keep his forces fed, and while the Black Flame Bandits did have their own farms in Skull Canyon, they had largely been emptied to revive all the other farms, and now there wasn't nearly enough to sustain an army for long. That meant he needed to expand the farms. It would take a great deal of time and hard work to turn Death Jungle into usable farmland, but Wolf Woods was another story. Virtually all the wolves had been cleared out, and with enough manpower and the help of the dryads it shouldn't be hard to put a couple farms in there. They'd be a little exposed, and that could lead to a few problems, but that was normal and to be expected for farms all over the world, and with some half decent fences surrounding them and the protection of the town and soldiers close by, they should be safer and prosper more than any normal farms. And given that the dryads could make soil healthy, they should hopefully be able to do the same for the disease-ridden soil of Melancholy Moors. At least to the point that they could safely expand into it.

Ivy, the black harpy, quickly proved herself to be quite useful. With her flight and great eyesight, she was able to see everything, and was thus able to spot all the things in the land that the Overlord should look into. Like spies, trouble makers, potential problems, and hidden treasures that he missed.

So the Overlord decided to thank her by giving her and her sisters a proper, sexual welcome into his harem.

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