First, the reviews:
Thank you for your insight on the Overlord timeline alassandro. My story starts as the massacre of the Katze plains end, and as LN volume 9 concludes. I have asked on one of my previous chapters for an insight such as yours since I was not 100% sure about how long the arcs took. I am trying to write this part of the fiction in that 2-3 months (plus events of vol. 10 which I think do take around 1 or 2 months.) up until the end of 11, not the epilogue. The reason is that although we got a foreshadowing, we cannot confirm whether volume 12 will pick up from the epilogue or from the end of the volume (they have a whole year in between.) and build up to the events of the epilogue. Plus, I want to know more about how Nfirea finally opened up to Enri, the wedding and stuff. Ainz would probably be there for such an event.
Since the beginning, close to 2 weeks has passed in my story, so I "think" I got time in my hands but not as much as you have thought I think. If your info is correct however, my assumption that Demiurge asked for the doppelganger sooner is wrong. If Demiurge asked for the doppelganger in vol. 11 (which I will check once I get more time in my hands, it has been a while since I binge read all 11 volumes xD ), then I apologize for assuming he incorporated such a creature to his plans from the beginning. So, it is not that I just jumped to vol. 11, but assumed the shapeshifter had been utilized by Demiurge all along. I planned the story so that Demiurge puts his plans into action through the doppelganger and it would be cool if you guys go with the flow for now. If this is an unforgivable sin to the light novel and the community, I will try to tweak things a bit :) As always, let me know with a review. Again, great feedback man!
About the appearance of Platinum overlord ImStillSleepy, yes.
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Character Sheet~~
Gallahad Tower-Tusk
Biggest. Hardest. Baddest.
JobWar-Chief of the Savage Orcs
ResidenceNameless Mountains/Plains, East of the Holy Kingdom
Racial LevelSavage Orc: 1
Big'un: 1
Unbreakable: 10
Awakened Heritage: 1
Job Level Warrior: 10
Barbarian: 10
Axe Master: 5
Other
Racial Level: 13 Job Level: 30 Total Level: 43
HP: 70
MP: 2
PHY. ATK: 20
PHY. DEF: 40
Agility: 20
MAG. ATK: 1
MAG. DEF: 30
RESIST: 60
SPECIAL: 30
Background: Gallahad got excommunicated by the savages of the Nameless Mountains as an orphan. Thrown into a frozen mountain pass, he was found by frost giants and raised on the peaks of the Nameless Mountains, unawares of the savage orcs who lived in the bowels of the mountain. He survived the harsh environment and the bullying of the giants thanks to his unnaturally sturdy bones. After he learned how to survive and gained strength, he forged his first axe. Gallahad killed most and enslaved the rest of the frost giants that raised him. He then set his eyes on those who abandoned him when he was weak and defenseless.
He made his way down into the mountains where he beat the CRAP out of every savage orc that stood in his way, until they all acknowledged his strength. Although he found the savages weak, he did not abandon them. Gallahad had achieved strength through fighting the strongest of the mountains, so he put his savages on the roads to pit them against the strongest of the world. Now he seeks the strongest opposition for his people to awaken their own savage heritages too.
Chapter 6
The scouting group arrived to the horde encampment. Warrior carrying the man threw him on the ground before entering so no orc would think he pays humans more respect than they deserve. The orc then grabbed one of the legs of the human and started dragging the body behind him.
The fall from six feet high onto the hard ground woke Berethur up from his peaceful sleep. Besides the splitting headache, Berethur felt the ground move beneath him. He realized that he was being dragged over the rough ground at a casual walk pace. The memories or his unfortunate encounter were slowly coming back to him. 'I was running, then I fell down a hill. The trolls got to me, but then something attacked…'
Covered in dust and bruises, he realized he was parched and sore. The sound of the footsteps all around him was mixing with hundreds of different noises. All had some level of aggressiveness to it while he could hear an occasional pleading scream. None of the voices sounded human. 'What did I got myself into again.'
Berethur thought back to the time when he decided to take the eastern route, 'Risk of getting chopped to death and eaten, wasn't it? Ah, seemed so unlikely then.' For a reason he did not know, it felt peaceful to be dragged on the ground rather than made to walk. He doubted he could walk straight with the pain in his head, he suspected it was the result of a concussion he had at some point. As more thoughts came to him he involuntarily opened his eyes wide, 'What will happen to Grendell if I die? What of my promise to gramps?'
"Heh, human is comin' to his senses Ravi." Someone spoke to the orc dragging him.
'An orc?! He doesn't look like the sedentary kind either…'
The Savage orc dragging him glanced back for an instance in which their eyes met, then lost his interest and returned to looking ahead. Ravi fumed internally towards Gunta for making him pay attention to the pathetic human.
Gunta smiled devilishly then spoke to Berethur, "We don' usually keep weaklings alive, but you will be speakin' to the war-chief first; then you die." He felt like stating the human's faith so he does not get any funny ideas in his mind, or hope.
The human just looked up to the sky with empty eyes. 'We got a dum one' Gunta thought.
On the other hand, Berethur had put his brain in high gear trying to devise a way to keep himself alive. 'I wonder what I can provide to the muscle-head they call war-chief.' He briefly amused himself thinking about teaching wild magic to an orc.
Most of the equipment and provisions were in rugged bags next to their owners but only a few tents were visible. Quogua, goblins and other smaller races that were unknown to him were living amoung these green skinned orcs. From the duration he was dragged on the ground, Berethur figured that this was not a small camp but a horde encampment of hundreds of orcs and other races couple of times the number of the orcs.
They passed fighting circles, groups of thick skinned muscular orc warriors and goblins sharpening their weapons and quogua licking their claws. Everyone was readying for battle. 'Wonder who they want to fight… There is nothing but planes and hills around here, and I doubt the divided beastmen are a worthy target for such an army.'
Berethur's blood froze as he considered what would happen if the horde passed The Wall and poured into the Holy Kingdom. The Holy Kingdom stretched over an entire peninsula and could draft tens of thousands of men if the need arose. However, Berethur knew all too well that numbers can be very deceptive. He tried to imagine armed farmers and citizens fighting these hulking warriors. He sighed internally. Only thing he could imagine winning against these brutes were the elites of the kingdom and the Lloyd Castle Knights but Berethur never seen those troops. It was only natural when you lived at the edge of the country.
The group stopped in front of an extremely large tent. Hundreds of large beast hides were sewn together to create a blanket large enough to cover over the wood and bone skeleton of the tent. After the brief halt, only the one dragging him and the she-orc moved to enter the tent while the others waited outside. They immediately lowered their heads upon entering and the savage orc that dragged Berethur gave a good pull on his leg which threw him further into the tent for everyone to see.
The room was silent as the savage orc sitting cross legged on top of hides in the middle of the huge tent waited the human to make his move. Two she orcs laid next to him while a couple goblin and quogua skeletons piled in front of him.
First, Berethur looked ahead, he saw the biggest orc he has seen since he had arrived to the horde encampment. As he rose, his eyes searched the rest of the room. To the sides, gigantic humanoid figures sat, their once defiant, cruel and prideful eyes were extinguished of flames and were only filled with the hunger of a beast. 'Are those ice giants?!'
Gallahad looked at the fragile figure with disgust. The orc rose to his feet and approached Berethur. 'He made Gallahad wait too long.' Ravi internally shook his head, this human had already failed to act like the lowly being he is and now made the war-chief rose from his seat, which never boded well.
The eight feet tall orc halted as a great boom froze everybody in their place, the ground shook violently beneath their feet and a shockwave soon followed that made the tent pillars crackle. After a brief pause the giant orc's eyes lit as he reached for his axe. Gallahad made a few gestures to the two orcs and then moved to exit the tent.
Ravi hurriedly pulled Berethur out of Gallahad's way as the massive orc walked pass them with a broad blood-thirsty smile. The two orcs dragged Berethur toward west, the exact opposite way the sound was heard.
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Junga had been trying to fight the maddening sounds in his head. He was pushed to the outermost circles of the encampment since he was found to be mentally unstable. Savage orcs did not find honor in his internal struggle, and saw only his weakness. There was no place for the weak in the horde.
It had been days since he was afflicted with voices that never ceased speaking in his head. The voices talked about torture and death, for savage orcs that lived to dominate and conquer, talks of vulnerability, weakness and defeat inflicted the gravest terror. The voices did not cease even when he went to sleep, instead they turned into images where he dreamt of his greatest fears coming down on him.
So he had quit sleeping now. His powerful body laid limp over his furs where his only movements were the occasional motion to wipe the gathering sweat from his forehead. The reddened sky was at least a soothing sight for the mad orc. He also thanked to the smaller members of the horde for keeping him sane by trying to kill him multiple times. If he did not have that stimuli, Junga would have nothing to divert his attention from his madness. As part of his dusk-time ritual, he prayed for his ancestor's support to drive away his un-living opposition.
Orc voices rose, showing interest excitement and amusement around him. Among the loud noises he could distinguish orcs talking about a human being captured by one of the scouting parties. For a second, he felt the voices in his head stop and listen just like he did. 'The voices…' They had ceased… He felt free for the first time in days! The only thing that he was unaware was the fact that he had become a spectator through his own eyes now, nothing more.
He rose to learn more about the commotion. His feet directed him towards a fighting circle and he obliged. Feet carried him towards the nearest orc of the circle. Junga put his hand on the shoulder of the orc that had his back turned. The orc turned swiftly and looked Junga in the eyes. Orc scowled when he realized the only mentally ill orc of the horde had approached him.
"What you want crazed orc?"
Junga looked at the orc's condescending face, it did not take too much will power to lodge his fist in the unexpecting orc's face. The orcs head shook violently from the hit but the orcs boiling rage kept him afoot. Was he being challenged by the least savage orc of the horde?! What an embarrassment.
A split second later Junga was the one that got punched in the face while the crowd started to gather around the two. The two orcs jumped on each other and fell down on the ground, wrestling.
After an intense power struggle, Junga found himself on his back. The fist of the orc rose and fell on his chin, then on his eye, his cheek while Junga's hands tried the get a hold of the orcs neck. "Haaargh!" The orc screamed victoriously as he pummeled away on Junga's face. His vision was slowly blurring, he felt the pain from the orcs punches dulling and his body slowly relaxing. Then he heard a strange voice.
'Brrring…'
'Brrring…'
'Br-' His world went dark.
The orc looked at the cold lifeless flames engulfing both of their bodies in astonishment. His face filled with terror as his flesh begun to crumble starting from the points that made contact with the mad orc's body. Under the baffled looks of the spectators two massive orc bodies crumbled and turned into dust one upon the other. In the middle of the crumbled pile, a smaller, slender figure rose.
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Edward carefully fixed his outfit and swiped the dust off of his black and white suit. His unimpressed eyes scanned around him.
Orcs slowly came to their senses, noticing somehow this man had slain two of their comrades. Savage orcs were always harsh to each other but that was a privilege of attitude only given to other savages. No other race should demean, let alone murder a savage orc except for another savage.
This man was dangerous. 'Worthy opposition.', 'Enemy.', 'Orc killer.', 'Magic trickster.'
No matter what opinion the orcs had, they all decided on the same exact action. Battle cries roared all around the uninvited guest as every savage that saw him picked up their weapons and charged. The mountains of mass called the savage orcs single mindedly moved to eradicate whomever stood against them, that was the nature of the savage orcs. The switch in their mind was turned on and they would not stop until this pesky pile of goblin turd turned into meat paste. The smaller monsters followed suit.
Edward swung his briefcase, the briefcase smashed into the closest orc, breaking every bone it met in its trajectory and threw the savage orc back towards the other charging warriors. More and more orcs, goblins and quogua charged at him while Edward ducked and dodged, blocked with his suitcase, and retaliated. He did not have to dodge the smaller beasts since he was too high leveled to be damaged by them, orcs fared slightly better. Savage orcs were at least able to hit Edward but their weapons bounced harmlessly from his dress like it was made of adamantite and not cloth. The main reason why Edward dodged the blows was that he was disgusted from the idea of these creatures touching him.
'This went on long enough', [Objection!]
Edward gave himself some breathing room by using his job class specific 6th tier spell [Objection!]. The air flickered and expanded throwing all beasts backwards like ragdolls to create a transparent colorless bubble that kept everything thirty feet away from the demon. [Fly] Edward rose thirty feet high to check where he exactly was. Although he knew why the soul stealer activated his item, he did not know where exactly he was or why he was in the middle of this pathetic encampment…
'Well, it would be awfully hard to find a human in the midst of this horde of snot colored barbarians. I need to whittle the numbers just a tad bit.' His mouth slightly bent upwards, a sign that he was actually grinning wildly inside. He breathed in the stench of the horde just to give him some extra spiritual drive in his methodic extermination, then activated his Special, [I am the Judge, the Jury and the Executioner].
Air around him crackled with immense amount of MP while streams of dark blue energy was radiating from his body. Slowly, the energy materialized to create the massive form of a judge. The astral exoskeleton stood thirty feet high from the ground and Edward took position inside its mid-section. His special, [I am the Judge, Jury and Executioner] was an enhancement ability that rivalled the power of a super tier spell.
The Special created an astral body that imitated the movements of Edward, which had physical attack stat equal to the summation of Edward's magic attack and physical attack stats (In astral form Edward has MAG ATK of 0 and PHYS ATK of 90). Furthermore, all strikes of the astral body generated AOE telekinetic blasts that equaled the power of the 8th tier spell [Telekinetic Blast]. After activating his special, Edward could fight toe to toe with a level 100 warrior for the duration of the skill. The only down side was that the skill consumed his MP to create the body. Thus, he had to supply any magical energy dissipated back to the astral body to keep the skill going. This created problems versus high level spell casters that may kite and dissipate the body faster than he can regenerate.
Edward scanned the perimeter with the radar ability [Detect Race] to make sure the human was not around. Astral form raised both hands, in which a gigantic hammer materialized. [Hammer fall]. The hammer fell on to the planet's surface like a comet. At the moment of contact, telekinetic blast activated; the stacked abilities rose the soil and stone like a splash of water that blanketed everything within a ninety meters' radius and showered the ground with it for nearly a kilometer in radius.
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The knights felt the massive surge of energy coming from ahead. Yet the Pegasus flew forward.
Joann instinctively grabbed the hilt of his sacred blade. Since they left The Wall, she had been feeling uneasy. A dubious feeling had crept in her that she had left the Holy Kingdom vulnerable. Now however, she felt that whatever that laid before her was as important as what she had left behind.
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