The Gargantuan Overlord

by jCOOLn

Gnarl turns the son of the current Overlord into a perfect Gargantuan when Heroes start stomping through the Overlord's domains. The baby is taken by his mother and escapes to the outskirts of the sleepy town of Nordberg where he quickly grows up to be a fierce warrior. The minions do not find him and he ends up creating his own army. Lemons/Harem/Death, combination of Overlord 1&2

2. Chapter 2

[The Gargantuan Overlord Chapter 2]

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Under the frozen fortress of the Witch King, there was a large set of jail cells that kept criminals, traitors, enemies of war, people or other creatures who the Witch King or his new mistress had personal interest in, or who simply were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shit happens after all.

The Witch King had taken to capturing and converting witches and wizards to his cause, as magic was a powerful thing. The down side was many witches believed themselves to be all powerful, or they were just not into being ordered around. Hints why they were in the jail cells to changer their minds.

Another reason they may end up in the jail cells is because they refused to teach the Witch King. Usually, when one refused the Witch King, they were simply killed. But killing someone you wished to gain information out of didn't work out very well, so torture, threats, and imprisonment usually had people singing a different tunes.

The Witch King could use magic, therefore he could use the spells and make the potions that the witches and other creatures could. Some quickly corrected themselves and taught the Witch King all that they knew, others were foolish enough to hold out. Eventually though, everyone cracks.

Still, it took time to learn magic regardless. It was one of the reasons it took the Witch King ten years to conquer the Hunters. It wasn't because they were so powerful or greatly organized that they could resist him. It was simply because the Witch King had to learn many things in order to become an effective leader.

He had to learn statesmanship, magic, politics, ergonomics, economics, military tactics, weapons training, how to lead effectively, how to make his subjects do as he wished, how to rule using something other than brute force, mind games, and so much more.

Still, it had paid off. He had an army, land of his own, fortresses, a beautiful, smart, strong mistress who was head over heals for him. And on top of it all his army had swollen to such a great size it would be a shame to not use it on those who had made him suffer as a child.

Snapping his fingers a man stepped out. You couldn't see his face, but he was wearing black and red, which was a sign that he was one of the Overlord's generals, because black was the color of the Witch King, and to be allowed to wear it was a great honor.

"Yes my King? You called for me correct, sir" spoke the man as he took a knee before the Witch King. The man was massive, strong, magically gifted, and had taken his people from a half starved back water woods people and turned them into an elite fighting force ready to descend upon his enemies. He would gladly die for the man, evil or not.

"Mistress Kelda had given you the battle plans I believe" spoke the Witch King with cold dark tone.

The general nodded his head, feeling colder than he had before, and that wasn't because of the ice in the room. "She has my Lord, we are to attack the western flank while a team of explosive experts work on the eastern flank. The west side is supposed to act as a decoy until the explosives go off knocking a large hole in their walls so that our soldiers can swoop in and take the city in your name, my Lord!"

The Witch King looked down on the man and grinned. He had killed, he had tortured, he had pillaged, and so much worse, yet his people worshiped him almost as if he were a god. This was what he was meant for, not being the freak living on the outskirts of some village, but a conqueror of men, an unstoppable force on the battle field.

"That is correct, but there will be a small change in the battle plans" spoke the Witch King as he held up a list. Another man rushed forward and took the letter from him before taking it to the general, bowing to both of them, and then running off and making himself scares until he was needed again.

"A change, my Lord?" The general read over the letter, something else their great dark lord had brought to them, the ability to read and spell, though it was only so that battle plans were not messed up or confused by the fickle human mind.

The general's eyes grew wide as he read the letter. Looking up, his eyes showed his shock. "My Lord, I know that I am not the best at reading, but this says that you will be leading the charge against the heavily guarded village, sir!"

"That is correct. I hope that you do not have a problem with that general" spoke the Witch King icily. "I am not going to sit on my ass as my soldiers fight my battles! I am a warrior as much as I am a King, and I will have bloodshed! I will have battle, looting, and destruction" shouted the Witch King as he stood up and looked down on the man.

"Of course my Lord, I did not mean to offend." The general bowed his head submissively.

The Witch King sneered at such an act of weakness, but did not say anything about it. "I will take a detachment of men up the west side and high into the north. After that we will circle back around and come through the cave system before funneling into the east. There we will blow a hole in the wall and take the city."

"Sir, if I may?"

"Speak!"

"Ok, uhmm, why would you go so far out of the way when you could take the path our men were already going to take to the east side? It provides excellent cover because of the forest, and it is much quicker as well."

The Witch King looked down at the man and then out into the distance. The general tried to see what the Witch King was seeing, but just saw a massive ice wall with the carvings of the Witch King smashing in the head of a Hunter Chief who had not bowed down.

"I sense a powerful magical presence in the North. It has not moved for some time, and our spies tell us that fat lard Borius has sent a detachment of soldiers into the caves the other day, no doubt searching for the magical presence. If it is a magical being, then I want them to serve me personally, if it is a magical object, then I want it."

"Of course my Lord" announced the man with great confidence. "As you command I shall be done! All this world and that in it are yours anyways. Those who possess them now are simply borrowing it, but soon their time will be up!"

The Witch King grinned. That one was pretty good. This General is doing much better than the last. He had been an idiot. Not only had he told the Witch King that he was wrong, but he also made a suggestion which would have cost a large loss in soldiers to take some pitiful outcrop of land that they didn't even need. He was currently in the dungeon with Jep. You didn't want to be with Jep, you would much prefer death. That was the honest truth.

"Of course, now go get my men ready, we leave in an hour and I had better not be late!"

"Of course my Lord" shouted the General as he stood up and almost ran out of the room to go do as was commanded.

"That was interesting."

The Witch King looked back and saw his mistress Kelda walk out from the shadows wearing her red and white furs. She had become a big time hunter, for both sport and for that which one gained from hunting. Her favorites were pelts, and he had been getting her quite a few here and there as gifts for her. She really liked them.

"Yes I think the potions are working quite nicely." Kelda nodded her head and walked over to the Witch King's side. She quickly kissed him on the lips before sitting on the armchair made of ice. "Yes they are, though more so than that I can't wait until you conquer someplace warmer. I am tired of this god forsaken snow!"

The Witch King nodded and thought about the potions that he and Kelda invented. They slowly ate away at the person's inhibitions leaving only a slave like loyalty. That was great and all, but if the person developed a loyalty to someone other than the Witch King, and to a lesser degree his mistress, then they had to be put down... permanently.

They were only fed to the generals though. The potions were quite expensive, and making the entire army drink them would have been difficult. In the end they just made sure that the ones who commanded large portions of the Witch King's armies didn't turn those armies on the Witch King and then try to take his place by default.

"Now what is this about you going off into battle yourself?" The Witch King already knew that Kelda would not be pleased with this decision. He didn't even have any real suit of armor at the moment, just patches sown into clothing that had been used as armor by the Hunters. On top of that, they had a massive Ballista which shot massive arrows out that were strong enough to even pierce the Witch King's iron like flesh.

Be he was Witch King! He was the one who made the decisions and he was the one who all feared. Kelda was a great general herself. She also had a bit of magical potential which allowed her to use special magical devices that all the generals had. She could give commands from quite the distance, and see what was going on with a crystal ball they had taken from a stubborn witch.

"I need to check out this magical presence, and I also wish to fight. It is in my nature after all" spoke the Witch King as he stood up and began to walk towards the exit. He would not argue with her, because he was in charge, not her. "Make sure that Borius doesn't get away."

"Oh, trust me my Lord, he won't" spoke Kelda with a massive blush on her face. She loved how nothing could stop the Witch King from doing what he wanted. His indomitable will was a major turn on for her. "We will make the fat tub of lard squeal like a pig."

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At that moment Borius was informed on something that he had never expected to hear. Apparently a large horde calling itself an army was marching on their position. It seemed like from the description an army of Hunters were coming to conquer them. Didn't they know nothing could stop the empire? Fools, the lot of them.

He walked out of his house, waddled was more like it, and made his way up the steps and onto the platform that was right behind the wooden gates that protected the city. After catching his breath from walking so far, maybe a hundred feet, he straightened out his back and looked out into the horizon.

His eyes went large at the massive collection of hunters that were positioned right at the edge of the tree line. They were close enough to maneuver their soldiers, but far enough out that arrows would not be able to get to them. Not even the ballista was strong enough to send bolts that far. How they knew of the ballista and its range was beyond him. Maybe a defector had joined them and informed them of it.

He saw that they had several forms of siege weaponry. Some of the men had long thick ladders which they could use to scale the walls rather quickly. Some of them had hooks on ropes which would achieve the same as the ladders, but slower. The worst was the two large battering rams that they no doubt used to knock a large hole in the wall to let the rest of their barbarian friends in.

"Johnson" shouted Borius as he took a few frightened steps back. A large man in golden armor with a large shield on one arm, a mid sized sword on the other, and a feathery helmet on top of his head. On his back was a red cape with the insignia of the Empire on it.

"Yes, Governor?"

As far as Johnson could see there were possibly two hundred savages. He had under his command fifty soldiers. That meant that the enemy outnumbered them four to one, but they had a few advantages that the barbarians did not.

The first was high ground. With the high ground their archers would be able to fire their arrows much further than the barbarian's arrows would be able to. On top of that the barbarians would have to work to either get over their walls while they attacked them, or knock them over. Both of these tasks would be monumental, and the loss of their soldiers would be pretty heavy for a first encounter.

The second was the Ballista. The Ballista would be able to take out a large number of their men with a single shot, and the thing could shoot five bolts at a time. The problem with that is the Ballista was on the other side of the village. The barbarians probably planned that out so that they would not have to deal with it, but once they broke into the city, if they did, the Ballista would be able to shoot across the village and through the hole they created, thus turning their golden chance into a bloody mistake.

"What are we going to do?" The Governor was more than worried, he was terrified! "These savages are in great numbers! Do you think we will be able to repel them?"

"Governor I can assure you that me and my men are more than capable of repelling these wayward savages. They will beat on these walls with their last dying breath as our archers take them out with a hail fire of arrows. You have nothing to be worried about."

"That only applies if the barbarians don't get to use with their siege equipment! If they do, they will swarm us like locus killing everything in their sights and taking everything of worth with them!" He fumbled with his golden necklace that had the massive rubies implanted in them.

"I can assure you Governor that you have nothing to worry about" spoke General Johnson with a grin on his face. "Once we repel these savages they will sing tales of our greatness. You will probably be promoted to Governor ship of a more civilized town, and I will be promoted to a two star general!"

Borius couldn't help but salivate at that. The thought of living the life as Governor in one of the Empire's richest cities having at hand all the luxuries in the world was almost to much for his fat clogged heart to take. Regaining himself he nodded his head and practically skipped towards the governor's manor.

Johnson was also thinking of his own promotion. He would be leading battle hardened soldiers against the magical scum of the earth. He may be given the first rains to attack the Haffling kingdom, or maybe even the Dwarf kingdom. They had already been attacking the elves that lived in this land, maybe the lands that the elves originated would be left to him. Oh, he just couldn't wait!

Turning to face the scrawny men he had been forced to put up with for these past ten years the general shouted at them. "Alright men it is time to show them what we are made of. We will repel this barbarian horde and show the world we are Empire Men!"

"YEAHHHHHHH!"

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The Witch King was moving through the lands at a swift pace. His mistress Kelda had sent with him a detachment of wolves which she had domesticated herself. They were useful for tracking down the Empire's soldiers. They were also skilled at sniffing out magic. Kelda must have been experimenting on them to make them more useful in her off time. Of course they were also good attack dogs.

He knew that he didn't have a lot of time. The siege would start soon and they wouldn't last long if he couldn't take out that Ballista. He didn't want to loose a lot of men on his first battle, or really at all, so trickery was the best option.

The wolf in front of him raised it's big head and began to sniff the air. It pointed it's head towards the north and the Overlord nodded his head. Making a follow me motion with his hands the Witch King and his fifty soldiers began to walk towards a high wall. The tree in the area had been cut down, so the Empire had to of been here recently.

He quickly ducked down. Ahead of him was a watch tower, about ten Empire troops, on commander, the rest the typical foot soldiers. He looked around for a moment and nodded his head. Raising he up shouted loudly an did his men, before they all charged wolves and all at the pathetic Empire soldiers.

He attacked the commander first. Feeling the flow of his magic he summoned it up into his palm and thrust it forward. A long arc of pure electrical magical power rushed from his palm and shot forward and crashed right into the commander. He stayed connected to him for about a second before his body was reduced to ash.

The next victim was a foot soldier. He brought his ironbark mace into his side and it unleashed it's magical power. It created a explosion of magical energy in all directions that pushed enemies back, blasted them to pieces, or at the very least stunned them if they were strong enough to resist having their bodies blow to pieces.

Unfortunately for the foot soldiers they were not strong enough. The one who was hit along with three others who were to close were turned into bloody meet pieces that went flying all over the place. But that point his men had made short work of the rest of the foot soldiers and were looting their corpses. The wolves were eating the remains, and the Witch King was looking for any signs of enemy soldiers.

He heard some talking and silenced his men. Even the wolves were silent as they eyed him with curiosity. He heard some talking coming from one of the caves and nodded. Quickly, but quietly, he began to walk towards the cave with his men in tow.

It was as he thought. The foot soldiers had found something and brought plenty of men with them. Inside the tunnel was about twenty foot soldiers behind a wooden blockade. They were all surrounding a large magical object that looked like an Aztec calendar which held massive amount of magic.

"Barbarians" shouted one of the foot soldiers who accidentally saw him. His reward was a spear through the throat curtsey of one of the Hunters, who took offense to being called a barbarian.

Regardless, the match was lit and the soldiers were getting into position. The Witch King wasn't going to let that happen and ran at the wooden blockade with his ironbark mace. With a large bang piece of wood big and small were flying through the air. Some unfortunate soldiers were hit by the shrapnel. The lucky ones died, while the unlucky ones were injured and then preyed upon by the wolves.

Once the bloody mess was done the Witch King looked down at the magical object. He reached down to pick it up and to examine it when a rush of magical power ran up his arm and into his brain. He instantly knew of a new spell, and what this object was. It was something called a spell stone. It seemed like a cheap way to learn magic in his opinion, but at the moment he wasn't complaining.

"You three, take that back to the main force, make sure that mistress Kelda gets a hold of it" ordered the Witch King as he commanded some of the weaker soldiers to do labor duty while some wolves would protect them on the trip.

"My Lord, what was that thing" spoke one of the soldiers.

"It was a spell stone. It is an object that teaches the one who touches it a spell that was carved into it. It seems though that I have absorbed all of the magical power within the stone, and it will take time for it to accumulate enough magic to teach another."

"That is amazing sir!"

"Enough of this" shouted the Witch King. "We have come here for a reason, and that reason is not to gossip! We need to get to the east side of the village in case the battle is going better than we predicted!"

"Yes sir!"

Nodding his head the Witch King allowed some of the wolves to lead the way. As they marched across the snow he got the feeling he was being watched. None of the other soldiers seemed to notice, but the wolves did as they began to growl.

He grunted to let them know he was aware, and that he wanted them to ignore it. Whoever it was, or whatever it was, was good at hiding he would give them that much, but how was their combat skills? It was easy to hide, but if you can't fight it amounts to nothing.

"There" shouted the Witch King as he turned around and unleashed a powerful blast of magic into a tree, instantly turning it into a burning stump.

Before the bolt hit though something jumped out. It was an elf... an elf dressed like bob marley at that. Weird, but he had a sword and he was spying on them, so he was a threat, and there was only one fate that awaited those that threatened the Witch King.

Getting ready to smite the weird creature, he tensed up and jumped to the side. A massive bolt rushed past him, barely missing the elf, and cut through three trees before being imbedded in a massive stone bolder.

Damn! Shouted the Witch King in his own head. I gave away our position when I set that tree on fire with my magic! Now they know that we are here!

"My Lord, your orders, please" begged one of his hunters as he looked around, trying to figure out what to do. "Do we remain hidden behind this stone, go after the elf, or try and sneak away?"

The Witch King began to think. He couldn't fault anyone today it seemed. He had messed up, but he knew for a fact that it was that Elf's plan to mess him us like this. For some reason the damned creature was trying to get him to reveal his position. He didn't know why an elf was helping Empire Troops. Their purpose was to eliminate all magical creatures so why help them? Revenge maybe. It could be one of the few elves he had killed was related to him some how?

"Stay low" spoke the Witch King as he crouched a bit. "We will try and hug the fence behind that large drill. After that we will circle around and take them out just as well planned."

The Hunters obeyed perfectly and soon they were behind a large hill that had a narrow path that spun around the east side and then made an opening near the front to east side, kind of at a corner really.

They followed the road for about fifteen minutes when they heard the sound of heavy feet hitting the ground. When they came around a bend they saw a group of soldiers, possibly forty five strong, being commanded by another commander blocking their way.

"Hah, so that letter was correct" shouted the commander!

Letter? Now the Witch King was very suspicious.

"Thought about trying a sneak attack huh filth" asked the man with mockery in his voice. "Well not today. We are going to stop you and I am going to send you head to the Emperor as a trophy of war!" He grinned and then flexed, as if fat would flex, but still he tried. "Now you lot, kill him and his silly little barbarians!"

The men were slow, staying close together with their shields in front of them and their weapons on the ready, but the Witch King was not fooled. He knew how effective the Empire's fighting style was, and knew that fighting them like this could be a problem.

He said could because he was super freaking strong and had a magical weapon that created magical blasts that he could swing faster than the human eye could see, so with a powerful swing, forty five foot soldiers were sent up into the air and fell down with painful crunching sounds. After that the hunters and wolves descended upon them once again.

The commander was actually able to kill three of his hunters before a wolf latched onto his throat and ripped it out. He bled to death quickly. The Witch King paid him no mind. He quickly exited the trail and snuck up onto the east side of the village.

One of the Hunters came forward and opened up a sack he had been carrying. Inside was a solid black stone looking object which was actually black powder. It was a plan back when he was still a kid. He took all of the stuff in fireworks that went boom, packed it all together, stuck a really long wick in it, and then stuck it to the wood fence wall.

Getting back really far the Witch King used his magic to light the wick at an even further distance and watched as the wick continued to burn on down the line. Soon it got close to the black stone like object and then... BANG!"

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BOOM!

Borius jumped, never hearing such a sound in his life, and quickly ran outside to see what was going on. The wall in which his soldiers were fighting off he savages was still commanded by his soldiers, though some of the savages had climbed up and were currently fighting them weapon to weapon.

That was when he heard the screams. Turning his head the other way his entire body went rigged as the blood drained from his face. A massive hole was coming from the other side of the village and about forty hunters rushed in followed by at least twenty wolves who spread out attacking anyone who touched something that could be a weapon, trashing homes, looting, but the majority of them were running towards him!

He screamed like a girl and made a run, waddle, for it. He made it to the unique device called an elevator which brought him up to high grounds. He used the rest of his soldiers as guards while he prayed to the massive statue that was carved in his likeness for safety.

He heard some clicking sounds and turned his head to see that the Hunters were fighting the men at the Ballistia for control of it while the massive man who was leading them was unleashing his magic upon his (Borius) subjects.

Funny, instead of dying or turning to dust, they got on one knee, kissed his hand, and then walked off like nothing was happening around them. They had a strange glow of the eyes, but other than that they seemed ok. Weird, what was going on?

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

Borius turned his head and his eyes got big. The ballistia had been takeover by the savages and they were now currently in control of it. The first bolt they sent was not at him thankfully, though it was at General Johnson, and unfortunately for him it hit. It reduced the large strong man to small pieces, which demoralized the men, and soon a large hole was knocked into the other side of the village as well.

The next bolts were shot at him. One shot, they missed. Second shot, they missed. Third shot, they missed. Last shot, they missed. After they shot the last bolt he stood up and looked around. He had survived! He was going to live he was so happy, until he heard a creaking sound.

Looking up he wet himself. They hadn't missed. They had shout the four pillars that held up the massive statue of himself, weakening them far to much. With a snap, a pop, and a creak, the massive statue of himself came tumbling down, and smashed in into a fine red paste.

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The Witch King grinned at the evil mind his men showed. He had enslaved nearly all of the people of Nordberg and they were now his loyal, completely willing, happy to be, slaves. It was amazing what this new spell allowed him to do, and he couldn't wait to find more interesting spells like that.

"What is going on!"

The Witch King turned around and saw a skinny man dressed in similar clothes as the one who just got smashed by a statue of himself. They kind of looked the same, subtract two hundred pounds or more.

"Borius you idiot! You let some savage witch take over Nordberg" complained the man, though he showed no sympathy for the man's fate. "And now I will have to deal with him!"

The Witch King lifted his mace, ready to turn the man into a puddle next, but then he disappeared, or maybe teleported was a better word for it. That would be a useful spell to learn. Whatever, he had other things to worry about at the moment.

After getting control of his blood thirst army, he had them man the village, fix the damage to the village, scatter the bodies in the woods so the local wolves could have something to eat, and of course he put them under his Evil Presence Spell.

Congratulations are in order, my Lord came the voice of his Mistress Kelda through their magical communication device. The first step to the road of victory! Soon, this Empire and all the empires alike shall bow down to your dark glory!