Gnarl: That glowing object must be the key to controlling this Abyss, Sire. Keep those Wraiths distracted and return it to the gate.
(The Overlord orders his minions to carry the skull disk back to the Tower Gate for him, but they drop it midway.)
Gnarl: They're trying to destroy the Abyss Stone, Sire. Stop them!
My pleasure!
(A horde of pesky peasants comes out of nowhere and starts attacking the Abyss Stone.)
We could have done this the easy way and had you all bow before my greatness, but apparently, you all hate doing things very easy. Well, there is only one answer to that quandary!
(The Overlord smites as many of them as he can with Inferno magic, and the Minions continue their journey to the Tower Gate unimpeded, bringing the Melly Hills Abyss Stone back to the tower with them.)
Gnarl: The Mellow Hills Abyss is now yours, Dark Master! Please don't try bringing it back to the Tower...Giblet is already getting nasty flashbacks!
Good work, all of you. Nothing left to be done here, so let us return to the Tower for now.
Gnarl: Ooh...I feel another surge of evil energy, my Lord! It's coming from Heaven's Peak! Must be another of those wretched Abyss Gates!
So we are not finished with Heaven's Peak, eh? That can wait...there are dwarves who need slaying.
(The Overlord returns to Evernight Forest to gather more life force, and pass through Oberon's tree into the Dwarven lands.)
Gnarl: We are on the outskirts of the Golden Hills, home to the Dwarves. Now Dwarves, Sire, they're like angry beards on legs! Angry, beer-soaked beards on legs!
So What You Are Saying is that they will not readily bow down before me as soon as I approach? A little "persuasion" should take care of that!
Gnarl: Dwarves like anything that fires or burns and especially *Gasp!* explodes! Make that their downfall, Sire, yes!
Maybe later. What is in this direction?
Gnarl: Be glad of that chasm, Master! Rock giants don't take kindly to anything squashier than they are...and everything is squashier than they are!
Right...dwarves it is, then.
(One of the nearby carts dispenses spherical bombs by the second. A Minion picks it up and places it near a pair of patrolling dwarves, who are too slow to notice it, and get blown to bits as a result.)
(Into the dwarf village proper, there is another cart just outside of it with even more bombs waiting to be planted.)
Grr...this process is too slow. Why not speed things up a bit and destroy things the way we normally do?
(The Minions ransack the dwarven houses, and also grab a mana disk from them. Up ahead, a slimy, bloated green slug crawls out of the ground.)
Rose: I've never seen the point of slugs. They seem to exist merely to be squashed.
Gnarl: These creatures may be deadly, but they have no love for Dwarves! Perhaps that can be of use to us.
(A group of elves is at the top of the hill, forced to help the dwarven miners dig for minerals.)
Gnarl: Such a proud race, reduced to servitude. Sometimes even Gods have a sense of humour!
Elf: To think that such a thing could come to pass...
Elves working for dwarves? Ha ha ha ha ha!
Elf Prisoner 1: He is no dwarf!
Elf Prisoner 2: Let us out, let us out!
Elf Prisoner 3: Quick, before the guards return!
Elf Prisoner 2: There is still a chance for us, if only we could find our Elven women. Please, we still have some strength left.
Elf Prisoner 1: The Mother Goddess has forsaken us! Do not do the same...
Oh, great...even the live ones are winey. I have half a mind to leave you in there.
Elf Prisoner 1: Let me die with dignity, stranger!
(As the Overlord breaks the Elves free from their prison, the aforementioned dwarven guards ambush him and the elves.)
You see what happens when you do good deeds? It only gets you stabbed in the back. Let this be a lesson to all of you elves...do not help anyone.
(He turns around and realizes that all of the elf prisoners are dead.)
(Another non-dead elf pleads to the Overlord for help.)
Elf: They're trapped down there by those slimy beasts. What good is gold? They cannot eat it, sleep upon it, nor use it as a weapon.
Money can be exchanged for goods and services.
Gnarl: Gold! Music to my ears, along with the words 'Trapped Elves'! Now we just have that 20-ton problem blocking our way.
Yes, that golem will be quite troublesome. There is only one viable strategy in this case: run like hell until I can find an alternative.
(The Overlord runs away from the golem for now. He also runs into a dwarf with a flamethrower tank.)
Gnarl: Flamethrowers! Effective at burning everything to a crisp...especially those sluga, I bet. However, Sire, the tank is notoriously unstable, given the right kind of persuasion.
(The Overlord also finds a giant metal door with some bombs nearby. After disposing of the flamethrower, he blasts the door open so that he can get past it.)
Gnarl: The Dwarves are fiercely secret about their brewing rituals. This fort must guard the Brewery.
Brewery? You mean this is not the gold mine? What use has an Overlord for beer? I mean, seriously, Gnarl. Those drinks taste terrible, and the only good stuff comes from foreign kingdoms, anyway.
(The Overlord has to wait for a dwarven bombardier to supply him with enough bombs to break past the brewery door. A powerful-looking dwarf waddles forth, wondering about the commotion. The Overlord slashes, bashes, punches and kicks his way through him and the other dwarves.)
Gnarl: This is the center of the dwarves' brewing operations! Their empire is built upon this beverage! Do not expect a welcome mat and a guided tour!
Of course not. Nothing is ever easy with you, Gnarl, eh? Heh heh heh heh...
