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C1:Here we go again

Year 2400IC

Weeks had passed since they came to this new world. They had felt an instinctual change after all of them lost visibility for a second.

Upon discussion with the three greatest minds of Nazarick, they came to the conclusion that wild magic was at play and that this was the work of the last surviving dragon lord. The NPCs as usual requested punishment for their perceived failure of finishing him off earlier, but Ainz knew that the fault lies with him, and he alone for it was he who gave the order to not pursue the nearly dead overgrown lizard.

Fortunately, it was easy to make them forget about the punishment that would never come. Ainz ordered them to instead focus on their new situation they have found themselves in.

According to Sebas, the tomb is now in a desolate region of barren rocks instead of the forest they were originally in. To make matters worse, Nigredo had spotted numerous savage tribes of orcs and goblins surrounding the region. In fact the tomb was in scouting distance from the stronghold at the mountainside to their east. The mountain in particular seemed to have been made entirely out of molten rock.

Ainz immediately gave orders to fortify the location and camouflage the tomb using illusion for now, yet it was clear that the tomb was in fact,a sitting duck.

The stronghold at the mountainside was only a day's march away. It was well defended and was complete with walls, towers and sizable manpower.

'I can't believe I have to do this all over again! Just when I thought I could have another vacation after dealing with the damn dragonlords.' Ainz sighed as he used the mirror of remote viewing to scout the mountain. He was in his usual work room and was attended by one of the Homunculus maids,Cixous.

In the mirror he could see the stronghold inhabited by hordes of green orcs and goblins armed with rudimentary weapons and armor.

The entire stronghold was littered with skulls of another species,some of them placed in pikes. The fort stood tall. The walls had seen better days but it was evident that they were expertly crafted, and the inhabitants took the time to maintain the structures. They were manned by goblin archers. Beyond the walls Ainz noticed huts,boars and goblins in dark cloaks doing menial tasks. In comparison to the other goblins,these gave off an aura similar to hardened cutthroats.

He also spotted some goblin wolf riders coming from the gates. Patrols or hunters most likely.

Some distance away from the walls,there stood four trebuchets, if they could even be called that. The artillery could barely be considered primitive. If the goblin crews weren't doing firing drills at the moment Ainz would have never believed they could function. It is not exactly pretty, but they seem to be able to get the job done. Ainz thought as he saw a rock being flung from one of the trebuchets. From the satisfactory reaction of the Orc overseer on the wall, the rock met its intended target.

Some distance away there were a few cloaked goblins trying to control a herd of pink spheroid monstrosities with beady eyes and gaping maws dominated by row upon row of dagger like teeth. 'What are these? I have never seen them in YGGDRASIL or in the New World. It seems this world will have more than its share of unique monsters. I should have Aura handle them if they are strong enough.'

There were also big orcs armed with crude swords or axes,some of them shielded, while others saw fit to wield two handed weapons. He also spotted bigger darker orcs in heavier black armor and wielding weapons that were evidently much better maintained,drilling their fairer and smaller brethren. Compared to the more rowdy and brash lighter green orcs,these seem to possess a higher degree of discipline and exuded martial power. An evolved orc perhaps? I should capture one or two for Demiurge's farm.

Ainz shuddered when he remembered the disturbing image of the farm's inhabitants. Around a year ago,he stumbled upon the demon's "happy farm". It was then Ainz understood that all the magic scrolls and experiments were from these inhabitants, AKA the "bipedal sheep" and not from chimeras as he originally thought. 'I know I told him to only give invaders such a treatment, but we need to find a way back home. There is no way that bastard sent us here without a reason.' Before Ainz's rage towards the dragonlord flared up,his mental suppressor kicked in.

Next to the black armored orcs, there stood another orc which was noticeably larger than all the other orcs in the stronghold. Even the black armored orcs gave him a wide berth.

Ainz spotted towers and other buildings of entirely different architecture. It seemed out of place considering the inhabitants.

Due to his experience with the dwarves of the New World, he could recognize some of these buildings to be of similar architecture. That and the broken statues gave it away. Original settlers? Most likely. Maybe some interrogation is in order. Finally, he saw the opening of what he could only assume to be a mine.

Turning off the mirror, he stood up and ordered the 8 edge assassins to accompany him.Time to see how strong this world is.

In the New World,even a Death Knight was considered a national threat. Ainz had considered the possibility that this world may have different standards, and so concluded that taking the field would be a good way of gaining intel.

[Message]

"Albedo, it is time. Suit up and meet me outside."

"As you wish, Ainz-sama".

[Gate]

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As Ainz and the assassins stepped out of the portal, he was greeted by a kneeling Albedo,clad in her personal armor set the Hermes Trismegistus, dark armor giving off an intimidating presence against the sunset. She held her signature bardiche the 3F, the black blade radiating a sickening green glow.

"Albedo, try to keep some of them alive.They could hold useful intel of this world. However,retreat immediately should you encounter anyone strong enough to contend with you. This world could very well have different standards of power than what we're accustomed to."

"I understand,Ainz-sama. As expected of the last supreme being to think of a long term plan on such short notice!" She replied with utmost devotion.

'Plan? Long term? Don't tell me she thinks I want to conquer the world again. Dammit, why can't I ever have a break? '

Ainz then calmed down when his mental suppressor kicked in. 'One thing at a time Suzuki,you can figure it out. Surely,you must have learnt something by now?!'

And it would be true. The time he spent in the New World had allowed him to somewhat recognize how Demiurge and Albedo operated. Even though he knows he is nowhere near as good as they think he is, he now feels he is at least competent enough as a monarch.

He turned his attention to the 8 edge assassins. "The five of you will keep them from routing in the Tomb's direction. The rest will pick off priority targets.Also if their leader tries to leave,let him go." In their discussions,Demiurge had wanted to test a theory.Ainz did not understand most of it,but he did say that the other tribes will attack the stronghold sooner as a result. Eliminating most of them in one fell swoop could cut down the time it would take for further expansion.

Ainz casted [fly] and began his journey to the mountain of molten iron,with Albedo following closely. Down below he could see the eight legged creatures crawling towards their intended positions.

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Ogrot Ironclaw is nothing if not ambitious. Indeed,becoming the leader of the legendary Gorbad Ironclaw's tribe is not an accomplishment to scoff at. Ever since his fall,the Ironclaw tribe saw centuries of infighting.

That is, until Ogrot rose through the rabble as an undisputed warboss. Together with the newly recruited black orcs, they made the tribe from an unruly horde of savages into a war horde capable of calling for a significant WAAAAGH!

At least,that was Ogrot's intention. But unfortunately for him, fate can be a fickle thing.

When a night goblin informed him of an attack by a lone "magic skelly big'un" and a "horny git with a choppa", he was taken aback. Stunties had always tried to take this place. Yet despite their ranged firepower,and their nigh unbreakable resolve,the greenskins always prevailed. The high walls coupled with the rock lobbers gave any invader a hard time. If,by a miracle they made it inside they had to deal the many night goblins, squigs and orcs. Indeed,the greenskins were lucky that the original settlers never had the time to fortify this place before the tribe's arrival. True, they still had to deal with the near constant raids from the "rat gits" in the deeper levels of the mines,but in the upper levels, the orcs and night goblins always had the upper hand.

So for two people to be giving the defenders a hard time is indeed shocking.

As Ogrot and his elite made their way to the site of intrusion,he saw toppled towers,the broken gate,and corpses. Lots of them belonged to goblins and fellow orcs. Some of them had their heads crushed,or sliced to pieces or just laying on the ground,devoid of life. Their corpses were fresh, judging by the moist green blood.

Some distance away he saw the culprits.

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'As expected the grunts were weak. Though I did expect more from the monsters.Its a shame they died with one blow. No matter, maybe there's plenty enough to capture elsewhere.' Ainz thought as he half heartedly used [chain lighting] to fry another group of goblins. Albedo was a few meters away,easily annihilating a group of orcs.

Suddenly, twin beams of coruscating energy were shot through the eyes of a half naked Orc wielding a staff. The beams hit Ainz's chest, yet it didn't seem to pack much of an impact.

'It got through high tier immunity? Sure it barely did any damage, but that is still concerning.'

[Dimensional move]

Ainz teleported just behind the orc shaman.

Before,it could react,Ainz cast another spell.

[Dominate] "Go through the portal" he ordered after he casted [Gate].

'Is nullification completely inactive here? No that can't be right, it worked well enough against those archers. This place sure has dangerous magic,' he thought as the orc caster went through the portal.

As Ainz pondered over the ramifications, he was shook from his thoughts by the collective warcry from newly arriving hostiles. He saw hundreds of boar riding orcs charging towards his position, followed by other orcs and cloaked goblins on foot. They paid no mind to their deceased brethren.

As the horde approached, Ainz saw a black blur rush straight towards the boar riders. The collision created a sonic boom and obscured his vision due to the resultant cloud of dust.After a few seconds it cleared, revealing the lifeless bodies of the cavalry. A handful of survivors broke ranks and ran to the gates.

The rest of the horde advanced warily towards the guardian overseer.

"Albedo,be on guard.Their magic ignores nullification.", he messaged her.

I better start finishing things here,they might have a stronger caster. Ainz thought as he teleported beside Albedo. In a near instinctive response, she switched to a more defensive stance suited to receive projectiles. Her guard was more cautious than usual as per her lord's order, always ready to dodge and deflect, yet the tip always pointing toward her enemies, ready to deal a decisive blow.

The remaining horde members to their credit, hid their fear well. While quite a lot of goblins broke ranks and ran to the gates, only some of the orcs joined them. Without warning, the cloaked goblin archers began to fire at the two invaders...expecting a result different to what happened next.

With unperceivable speed, Albedo rapidly deflected the arrows with her bardiche.A handful of arrows bounced off harmlessly from her body.

In a few moments, scores of archers and orcs got skewered by the deflected arrows,the sheer force caving their heads in or going through their brains. Before they could react, the Overlord activated a skill.

[Despair aura V]

For a second it seemed nothing had happened. However,in the next moment, all of them collapsed as if they were puppets who had their strings cut. Eventually,all of them perished to the deadly aura that emanated from Ainz.

All of them except fourteen of the biggest, meanest orcs.

'Hm? They must have insane resistances.A death knight may not be so tough for them after all. Still, only one way to confirm.'

[Create middle tier undead:Death Knight]

A black cloud dropped to the ground,and enveloped one of the goblin corpses,and in several seconds, a Death Knight rose from the black blob.

The elites rushed,not just at the monster but also the two invaders.Albedo met the charge,decapitating them with lightning-speed. During the short skirmish, Ainz noticed the biggest orc riding away on a boar.

Meanwhile,the orcs managed to surround the Death Knight. One of the orcs who tried to attack from the front was launched to the air by a shield bash. In a speed not expected from a big monster, the knight leapt at the nearest orc, aiming the thrust at the orc's chest.

The orc, however, was not a regular grunt. He was a black orc. In fact he was the biggest of the bunch, only smaller than the escaped leader.

At the last moment, the orc sidestepped,and hit the knight with a powerful chop to it's chest. The death knight stumbled backwards due to the impact, and then fell forward when two other orcs tackled it from behind. The remaining orcs, including the one that got launched quickly, kept striking the downed knight,which was struggling to get up.

'Interesting. If this keeps up the death knight won't be around for much longer.' Ainz thought as he sensed the knight's HP drop to 60%.

'Let's see if they can handle more.'

[Freedom]

[Penetrate up]

[Haste]

As soon as he casted the buff spells on the death knight, it stood up with a roar, throwing off the orcs that were trying to chop it up.

Faster than the eye could see, it leapt at a downed orc, slamming the giant flamberge and slicing him in two, cutting through the heavy armor like a hot knife through butter. Another orc got up and slashed at the knight's face, the impact knocking it sideways and breaking a small part of the axe blade.

The orc followed it up with an overhand strike,which was stopped by the tower shield. Suddenly from it's right, the abdomen received a powerful blow from a two handed axe.

The blow penetrated the tough armor,but the attacker was unable to pull it off of the knight. Instead of committing to the struggle he wisely let go and jumped back, narrowly avoiding a strike aimed at his head.

The knight shoved away the orc in front of it with it's shield. It removed the axe embedded in its abdomen and threw it at the dazed orc. The axe penetrated the helm and got lodged in the skull.

Seconds later, it was surrounded again by the nine remaining black orcs. The leader,this time dual wielding smaller axes charged first. The knight immediately slammed it's shield to the ground.Simultaneously, from the left,an orc slashed at it's elbow.

With a sickening crunch, the blunt force disconnected the bone from the joint. A living being might have winced in pain, yet it was a common fact that the dead do not feel pain,even amongst the orcs of Iron Rock, who spent most of their lives fighting dwarves and rat-people. Instead of taking a breather, the orcs continued their seemingly coordinated assault.

And so the battle went on for hours,the evening sky turned dark.The combatants continued their relentless struggle. Yet,only the orcs felt the effects of fatigue as the dead do not tire.

Their black armor dented,the blue dags decorating their arms flew in the arcs of their heavy blows. Slowly,but surely they were dropping.

In the end,only two orcs lived.They were panting heavily, and sported broken teeth,owing to the many shield bashes and headbutts received from the Death Knight. The leader still had his dual axes,though the blades have chipped, it was still good enough to deliver blunt attacks. The other orc wielded one of his fallen brethren's swords,which was also not in a good shape.

The same could be said of the monstrosity in front of them. It had received an ungodly amount of punishment, it's thigh bones and rotten muscle were exposed, owing to the gaping holes made on it's leggings.It was missing it's shield bearing arm, the stump of bone and rotten meat giving a brutal reminder of a black orc's deathblow.

They glared at each other. The Death Knight's eyes burned with malice and hatred for all things living, if looks could kill they would be dead by now.

The orcs, despite the wear and tear,despite the long struggle they endured,had manic looks of excitement. Even though the black orcs were vastly different from the rest of their kin,the one thing that binds them together is their love of fighting.

Although orcs still had a sense of self preservation despite their cravings, battered and tired as they are,even a stupid git would understand that it was too late to run away now.

Faced with the option of surrender or the prospect of one last krumping, their decision was obvious.

With one final "WAAAAAGH!" they rushed at each other, yet again.

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AN:This is my first fic,so pardon me if it sounds like I'm on crack sometimes.

Edit: Corrected some typos and missing words.