Western Fantasy: Building the Dark Army from Scratch

White Hockley is the third son of Duke Hockley of the Mitakel Empire. The eldest brother is an imperial general and the second brother is an imperial high priest. It is logical that he should inherit the position of duke, but he refused: The war between the empire and the demons has been going on for years. Being a great nobleman has to worry about it. Fighting and killing are boring, so he chose to go to a remote place in the south to farm and live peacefully. But what he didn't expect was... "Lord! Why can't this field grow food?" "Lord Lord! The orcs are attacking us again!" "Lord! There is a purple-skinned orc with pointed ears in the dark forest to the west. He is quite good-looking." "Lord! There is a little green-skinned orc in the vault!" "Brother, Goblin?" "Lord! Our cemetery seems to be haunted!" "Lord! The orc Dashachun said that he would marry his sister to me, but I don't like orcs. What I like is the demon girl and the night elf girl." "Lord! A guy who claims to be the Demon King is requesting an interview with you. I don't think he is a good guy. You have to be careful!" "Lord! How about we rebel?" "Lord! We already have twenty dark knight legions and one hundred and fifty elite harasser troops..."