Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 32: Sacrifices Walk on the Other Side of Great Achievements

Name: Lord Kazzak's Malice

Type: Battle Staff/Magic Spear

Quality: Epic

Traits: Extreme Magic Affinity, Extreme Mana Amplification, Extreme Mental Enhancement, Extreme Shadow/Fire Resistance, Durable Wear
Special effects:

1. When fighting with this weapon, upon completing a kill, you will call upon the resentment of the Doom Overlord, releasing [Group Elemental Curse] on the enemy.

10. When fighting with this weapon, if the kill count exceeds before the end of the battle, it will call upon the Roar of the Doomsday Overlord and release the high-level warlock magic [Doomsday Fire Rain] in the designated area.

This special effect can be released multiple times.

Producer: Archon's Seat Technological Court Craftsman

Item description:

[This thing can be further strengthened, provided you kill Kazzak once more! Simply complete the kill and obtain a wisp of its soul and seal it within it, thereby improving the quality of this thing and awakening the Doomsday Overlord's true power.

By the way, we have obtained legendary materials such as the Demon Horn of Lord Kazzak, so how come we only made an epic staff?
Why don’t you quickly check if anyone has taken kickbacks at this dangerous moment?
We can endure any hardship, but we cannot suffer any loss! 】

"Is not this nonsensical?"

Dick, riding a war talbuk to the battlefield, glanced at the description of his weapon and sighed inwardly:
"Even with legendary materials, the craftsmen still need enough time to craft it. Where can they find so much time to meticulously carve it these days? Finding an excellent staff frame and putting it together is already quite impressive. They're really working very hard.

According to my requirements, this thing is made very sturdy and durable, and can even be used for close combat. I even included the term "durable wear and tear" that is generally used on melee weapons.

What else do you need a bicycle for?"

Dick's admiration was not just because he was a good man of the Holy Light and understood the difficulties of the craftsmen, but also because the staff looked really good.

The staff, made of Eredar Celestial Alloy, is heavy and sturdy. The finest Arkinite crystal is polished into the tail of the staff to shape the spike at the back of the spear, making it convenient for Dick to hold it on the battlefield and be invincible. The horn of Kazzak used on the front of the staff is also carefully polished into a sharp and slender spear style.

The strongest gemstones are also used for embellishment and wrapping.

The result was that a good staff was forcibly forged into an Eredar-style garrison spear. Because Dick required sturdiness, the finished product was very heavy. The twins tried several times, but their small bodies made it difficult for them to even carry it, let alone use it to cast spells and fight.

Only a "muscle caster" like Dick, a "garrison officer + priest", could carry it into battle, and Diakum's evaluation of it was "too light", and it was really difficult to bring out its strength attribute, which was evaluated as "perfect" at its current level.

Of course, the appearance of the weapon is not important, as long as it is easy to use!

To be honest, the attributes and special effects of this thing are really not in tune with the priest profession. While it does not add any healing enhancement, all the attributes are biased towards offense. The two special effects are also to weaken the enemy and increase the destructive power. If it is a genuine priest like Priest Ishana, he will never use this evil thing.

Not only does it fail to enhance the priests' healing abilities, it can even hinder their healing mentality.

But Dick was different.

He calls himself a "battle priest."
Well, the kind of priest who wears heavy armor, sings hymns, and can lead paladins to launch a faith expedition that is Waaaagh enough.

The basic requirement is that while healing your comrades, you can also pick up all the weapons at hand, including stretchers, bandages and folding stools, to chop up the enemies rushing towards you, and even give priority to killing the enemies over healing your own people.

After all, there's an old saying in the healing world that the best healing is to strangle the enemy before it can harm your teammates.

In this position, the compatibility between this battle staff and Dick can be said to be as strong as thunder and lightning!

"The devil cub appears!"

Garrison Officer Malderan, who had rushed to the battlefield alongside Dick, pointed ahead and shouted:
"Look! Felbats and demon guards have rushed into the outermost trenches of our position. The brothers of the Mac'Aree Garrison need our support! They have been fighting for seven consecutive days and no longer have the extra strength to fight back.

fast!
Speed ​​up! "

"I have a better idea, Mardellain."

Dick looked ahead at the trenches that had become a mess.

The demon guards and their hellhounds were constantly charging into the defense line of the Mac'Aree Legion. The two sides were already in a chaotic state of fighting. In this situation, it was difficult for their reinforcements to provide support.

Then Dick said to his comrades:

"Let's charge! Charge into the battle zone in front of the defense line!
Help our brothers and sisters resist the subsequent demonic reinforcements and buy them time to regroup. I believe that the warriors who can persist in this apocalyptic battlefield for seven days and nights have enough willpower to eliminate their opponents."

"Okay! Then I'll be the charging arrow!"

The old garrison officer pulled the reins without hesitation, raised his jeweled hammer in his hand and lowered his body, but Dick was faster than him.

"Warriors of the Hand of Argus! Follow your general!"

he roared.

It wasn't to steal the limelight from Madeleine, but mainly because the two thousand men he led to support had at least rested for five days, but Madeleine's troops had been fighting continuously for a long time, and the fatigue and numbness on the soldiers' faces could not be concealed.

In the current situation of a general attack by demons, it would be better to have more energetic supporters lead the charge.

In response to the five strong men's stern voices, the veterans who had fought the demons in Krokuun for ten days and nights immediately began to change their formation while accelerating.

The Talbuk Sheep Hunters from Krokuun are best at this kind of tactic of fine-tuning during the charge. The new recruits behind them have no time to keep up with the changes, but now they can only try their best to follow their veteran captain and charge forward.

Malderan noticed that the veterans of the unit clutched their Hearts of Argus tightly as they charged.

They were calling out for something, and as Dick led them closer to the demon line, the blessing from the Soul of the World was bestowed upon these veterans in an intensified manner, causing their charging momentum to rise steadily while finally releasing their suppressed war cries.

"Just charge straight ahead? Dick! We don't have artillery support! We can't break through."

Malderan saw Dick and his supporters not changing direction at all, charging straight at the demon commander. He shouted anxiously, but at this moment, the "Sword Master" Telamon, who passed by him, whispered:
"No, we do!"

"Ok?"

The old garrison officer looked ahead in surprise.

Just when Dick was less than five hundred meters away from the demon position, a storm of flames and a blizzard of ice suddenly appeared like a stopwatch, and a spreading earthquake and dazzling lightning chains were applied to the front flank of the brigadier general's charge.

The demons were stunned by the sudden spell attack.

They howled and tried to escape the range of the spell, thus "actively" opening a gap for the Eredar Revenge Cavalry in front to "carve into the enemy formation." Maldran took the time to look back during the charge and found that the spellcasters of the "Hand of Argus" Legion had already seized the high ground on the flank of the battle line.

The shamans and arcanists who witnessed the fall of Krokuun with fire in their eyes were providing "heavy firepower" support to their cavalry to break the formation under the command of the twin spellcasters.

"Are they already accustomed to such risky tactics? Are they convinced that their spellcasters can pull off such a tactical strategy that could easily lead to accidental harm to their own side if they are not careful?"

Such doubts arose in Malderan's heart. Seeing the old soldiers fearlessly following their commander and charging into the group of demons in the midst of fire and ice while the ground was shaking, the old garrison commander became more deeply aware of the intensity of the "Krokuun Battle".

Their battles in the borderlands are no less fierce than those on the Antoran Plains.

"Don't just stand there! General, hurry up and follow!"

Imira, the Holy Light Priest who was charging like a sheep, shouted, bringing Malderan back to his senses. He placed his warhammer in the right position and prepared to charge into the enemy formation, but only then did he realize what was happening and roared:

"Priest, go to the back! How can you charge with the cavalry? You are not wearing heavy armor!"

"But this is what our Hand of Argus priests are like. What kind of battle priest is a cowardly healer who doesn't dare charge with the knights?"

Like a white-robed wizard, Ymira raised the holy staff in one hand while riding on the saddle of the charging Aries, and enhanced the magic power of "Fire of the Soul" on himself and the people around him.

She shouted:

"We have the defense granted by the Holy Light! We have the armor forged by faith! The Holy Light will prevail!!!"

Amidst the fanatical howls, Ymira swung her staff dotted with holy light like a berserker. She swung it in a circle like a war hammer, and with the kinetic energy accumulated by the Talbuk sheep, she smashed the head of the hellhound that pounced on her in mid-air.

This scene full of martial virtue made Brigadier General Malderan, who had also charged into the enemy camp and knocked the demon guard in front of him flying, twitch his eyes violently.

He finally understood why the staff in Ymira's hand was oddly curved, and why the young priest insisted on coating the tip of his staff with a layer of celestial gold.
Hey!
If you want to use it in close combat, why not give you a warhammer with good magic conduction instead?

Didn’t the instructor at the Mystery Academy teach you?
Don't do weird things with your staff!
But when it comes to using his staff to do "strange" things, Imira's level is obviously not as good as Brigadier General Diakum, who has now single-handedly rushed to the front of the demon commander.

The "staff" in the latter's hand was already stained with the devil's blood. It was obvious that it had drunk the devil's blood before encountering the real enemy.

The elemental curse inflicted by the group had been superimposed on all the nearby demons as Dick continued to kill during his charge. The moment he killed the tenth unlucky guy, the battle staff in his hand let out the wild battle cry of the Doomsday Overlord.

The burning power gathered on the staff. As Dick swung it, the energy was thrown high into the sky, and under his command, it turned into a doomsday rain of fire that sprinkled in front of him.

Fist-sized "meteorites" wrapped in sacrificial fire fell from the sky. Although it was only a wave of attacks, it was enough to blast the lower-level demons whose magic resistance had been stripped away by the elemental curse into ashes.

Therefore, when Dick rushed to the front of the demon commander, this elite Skywrath Punisher who was holding two ferocious magic steel machetes had become a "lonely man".

However, the devil's stubbornness prevented it from retreating. On the contrary, its blood of murderous intent boiled because of Dick's "challenge".

The guy rushed over with a roar, and cunningly used his tail wrapped in blades to sweep and strike, cutting off the head of the brigadier general's combat ram. He thought that this would make Dick fall to the ground and be executed by himself, but it turned out that he was overthinking it.

"boom"

The madly slashing magic steel machete came down, but was blocked by the thick Power Word Shield on Dick's body.

Although the mana shield shattered at that moment, the brigadier general, who had adjusted his combat stance, raised his hand and launched a powerful punishment. The scorching holy light turned into a swift hammer that fell from the sky, breaking the black horn of the Skywrath Guard with a bang.

The latter continued to fight forward, and the brigadier general retreated while transforming the radiant energy in his hand into a milky white holy flame and throwing it forward, turning the "holy fire" into a "flying spear" that was as swift and deadly. After two sharp penetrations, the arms of this elite demon were crippled and half of his body was set on fire.

The flame that should have been bright and sacred was used in Dick's hands in an aggressive way that took advantage of the situation.

It looked at Dick in disbelief as he came forward with a spear or a staff to execute it. It couldn't understand why this damn priest in a robe was so good at fighting?
In the past seven days of onslaught, it had also killed Eredar priests, and those healers who were not good at close combat would scream in fear as soon as they were approached. Like lambs to the slaughter.

But this one in front of me.
This one is different!
His holy flame is hotter than that of other priests, and his holy light is more militant than that of others.

The most important thing is that this priest is very good at fighting. He has tried his best to fight him, but still cannot cause him to suffer even a little harm.

"what!"

The violent demon dragged its burning body forward, ready to launch a final fel energy self-destruction, but just as it started, Dick swung his staff to create a golden energy chain, which surrounded it layer by layer and turned it into a cage, binding it in place.

Then this guy stretched out his hand and drew a triangular religious symbol on his chest, chanted scriptures and raised his left hand, allowing the scorching holy light to turn into a piercing holy sword that beheaded like Louis XVI's guillotine.

"puff"

A demon head just flew out.

The moment it flew out, it was ignited by the holy flame, and when it landed, only a handful of burning ashes remained.

"May the Holy Light forgive your soul."

Dick said this, and in the chaotic battlefield, with the background of those charging Eredar warriors, and in the slaughterhouse where the shouts of killing were deafening, he completed a perfect "priest sermon".

The object is a bit weird.
[Paladin skills [Sword of Justice]/[Execution Sentence] have been learned! ]

[Priest skills [Binding Evil]/[Dispelling]/[Great Dispelling] have been learned! ]

Two reminders flashed before Dick's eyes, and he nodded with satisfaction. The reason why he had gone to so much trouble to execute a lower-level elite demon was not to show off, but just to choose a suitable opponent and use holy light to simulate the professional skills in his memory as much as possible.

He had discovered in the battles of the past few days that this was the best way to "learn skills."

After all, the unfathomable "talent trees" and "skill pools" of the great lords are beyond the imagination of NPCs. In addition to learning from his teammates, Dick also has to use his imagination as much as possible to learn all the skills of the two professions.

This is a long way off.
Each class has three talents, and each talent has a dedicated skill list.

There are six talents for two professions, and all the basic skills, derivative skills, auxiliary skills, and advanced skills added together are probably more than a hundred. To be honest, this is probably the number of spells that a serious spellcaster can master in his entire life.

"Dick! Watch out!"

Just as the brigadier general turned around to recite scriptures and released a "Holy Fountain of Light" emitting a sacred aura in the center of the battlefield, continuously healing the approaching Eredar warriors, Maldran's roar startled him.

At the same time as the old garrison commander smashed his war hammer over, a huge monster was approaching rapidly above his head.

The high-ranking Doomsday Guard warrior who found the right opportunity to launch a sneak attack let out a sinister laugh. He took the hammer wrapped in holy light and the giant sword of destruction in his hand was ready to smash towards Dick who was performing the healing spell with tremendous force.

This guy did it on purpose.

It has been overlooking the battlefield from high above for a long time.

It recognized that the "war spear" in Dick's hand exuded the aura of Lord Kazzak, the Eredar general who expelled the Doomsday Overlord.

Ha, as long as I kill him, maybe I can get the favor of the Doomsday Overlord.

The demons are not ignorant thugs who only know how to kill. There is also information exchange among them. It is clear that Dick was able to expel the fel demigod with the blessing of the power of the world. In the battles of the past few days, these smart upper demons have figured out the characteristics of the Eredar artifact, the Heart of Argus.

That kind of high-intensity power granting cannot be performed again in a short period of time.

what!
A weakened Eredar hero?
"Lightforged Butcher" Diak'em Zastins! Your head, Lord Azzinoth, will accept it without hesitation!
"bang"

Amid the angry roars of the Hand of Argus warriors, they saw their beloved Brigadier General Dick being ambushed by the shameless demon. Malderan was so angry that he picked up a giant demon sword and rushed over to avenge Dick, chopping down all the blockers along the way.

But in the explosion of evil energy like magma, the Doomsday Guard warrior who thought that this sneak attack was a sure thing suddenly changed his expression.

It clearly felt that its Blade of Destruction had hit something as solid as Lord Sargeras's toes. At the bottom of the giant fel blade that was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks, the golden "eggshell" was shining brightly.

Dick, who was intact under the Holy Shield, glared at the demon who shamelessly attacked him from behind.

How come you have no moral principles?

If this Brigadier General had not practiced both Paladin and Priest, wouldn’t I have been covered in bruises by this sneak attack?
A sneak attack, right?
Look, I’m going to make you fly right now!
But the demon who failed in the sneak attack and beheading also had something to say.

How can you be so dishonest as a pastor?

You're just fishing on the battlefield with the Holy Shield on, right?
I was so blind that I treated you as a soft persimmon that could be crushed at any time. You are worthy of being the capable Eredar General who can expel Lord Kazzak!
Alas, I am going to die now, my fellow Burning Legion members, but tell my demon comrades that I was killed by the "Lightforged Butcher" himself, and I am definitely not a coward!
A few minutes later, this shameless sneak attack leader-level Doomsday Lord was killed on the spot with the cooperation of Malderan and Dick.

Dick originally wanted to treat Malderan, but when he glanced at the battle record of the character card and found that the elite Doomguard warrior he killed was called "Aesinoth", his face changed slightly.

After looking left and right, I felt relieved only after confirming that this upper demon did not drop the "Twin Blades of Azzinoth".

If someone had stolen Brother Dan's good weapons more than ten thousand years in advance, that would have been really serious.

But on the other hand, even though he killed a higher demon like Azzinoth, he didn't get any artifact blades dropped. It seems that his luck had really run out when he picked up legendary materials like the "Horn of Kazzak".

"Dick, heal our soldiers!"

Malderan picked up his war hammer while panting and shouted to Dick.

The Brigadier General nodded, no longer thinking about grabbing the kill but focusing on unleashing the power of healing right there.

He continuously used healing spells, recovery spells, healing prayers, healing circles, power word shield and other enhancements on the warriors on the front line. He also took the time to read a high-level skill like "Holy Hymn", which filled the warriors' health and mana to full, allowing them to have enough strength to chop down the demons that kept pouring in.

Diakum's skill proficiency skyrocketed, and the warriors naturally had no worries with the powerful milk. In addition, the continuous strengthening given by the Argus Star Soul Baby allowed Dick and Malderan's warriors to create a new battle line in the open space in front of the flank position.

After the soldiers of the Mac'Aree Garrison in the rear cleared out the demonic scum, the two sides joined forces and even began to push the line in the opposite direction.

But the battlefield cannot have only one front, especially when the military camp of the Antoran Plain is built outside the city of Antorus, the largest city here. There are a large number of civilians waiting to be evacuated in the city, forcing the warriors on the battlefield to be unable to retreat. They can only fight with their backs against the seemingly endless army of demons.

Things here are much worse than in Krokuun!
Dick could mobilize the fast-moving Talbuk Sheep Hunters to launch surprise attacks and harass the portal, but in the vast Antoran Plains, the demons had already built enough demon-forging camps, and their advantages in quantity and quality were maximized.

How many demons are there in the Twisting Nether? No, how many demons are born in the Twisting Nether every day is an unknown number like the sands of the Ganges. The only thing that is certain is that even if the Eredar exchange one for ten thousand, the demons will still have enough troops until their last warrior is killed.

Since the "Burning Crusade" is a cosmic-level interstellar disaster, how could one world possibly withstand it?
"For Argus!!!"

Just as Dick and Malderan were working together to push the line, a loud roar sounded from the front of the battlefield, causing Dick and the old garrison commander to turn around at the same time.

They saw the colorful world power bursting into a beam of light there. It was the scene that had appeared in Krokuun. Dick knew that another high-ranking commander had burned himself in exchange for a temporary infusion of world power to kill the enemy.

But they were not people like him who had a "system" within them. For a mortal to invoke such a vast world power in such a short period of time would only lead to one fate.
"what happened to you?"

Dick observed a moment of silence for the warrior in the manner of a priest. He then noticed the gloomy expression on Malderan's face. When questioned, the old garrison commander turned around, grabbed the bloodstained hammer, and said in a hoarse voice:
"That voice is my uncle."

"General Elodus?"

Dick's eyes widened and he exclaimed:
"Isn't he the commander-in-chief of the Antoran Plains battlefield? How could this be?"

"Eredar! Keep fighting! Forward!"

Before Dick finished speaking, the second roar of the mixed world power sounded again. This time, everyone's face changed. They all recognized this voice.

Kil'jaeden!

The Grand Archon Kil'jaeden also called upon the power of the world?

How bad would the situation be on the front lines?!
"Oh no! The front battlefield is about to collapse, hurry! Go over there to provide support!"

Dick grabbed Madeleine and broke through the battlefield normally, and his and Madeleine's flags also moved accordingly.

Not only them, all the legions on the flanks changed direction at this moment to support the front, but the violent and cunning demons would not allow the Eredar to come and go freely in front of them.

"Hehehe, I'm going to split the souls of you and this weak world!!!"

With a low roar, an astonishingly large well of fel energy tore open on the battlefield in front of the Hand of Argus Legion.

Accompanied by the familiar "appearance sound effect", a demon demigod that is more than five times larger than other fel lords appeared on the battlefield with heavy steps.

Holding a magic steel battle axe as big as a city gate, it stood like a mountain in front of the soldiers who broke through the blockade. With a wave of its hand, hellfire meteorites mixed with evil fire bombarded the battlefield indiscriminately.

This guy came prepared.

It roared:

"'Holy Light Butcher' Diakum Zastins! I heard you wanted to see me? Haha, Zakuun is here! The undefeated of the Legion is here!"

"Alas, it's really a bad time for an evil guest to come to our house."

Dick moved his fingers and twisted the pinky ring on his left hand. The other party was coming for him. He felt better because he was being cared about so much by a demon demigod.

"You are still weak"

Malderan reached out to stop Dick from calling upon the power of the world. He shook his head and said:

"You're going to die!"

"The other people's Hearts of Argus aren't sufficiently inspired, and the World Soul can't transmit power with a Heart of Argus that isn't hot enough. If I don't go up, no one here can stop this guy. Don't worry, my life won't end here!
A mere Zakuun cannot take my soul."

"Then I'll do it! If I die in battle, Dick, please take good care of my family."

"Well, in the name of the Holy Light! I swear, your children are my children!"

(End of this chapter)