32. The sacrificed walk upon the shores of great achievements.

Name: Grudge of Kazzak
Type: Combat Staff / Magic Spear
Quality: Epic
Traits: Enhanced Magic Affinity, Enhanced Mana Amplification, Enhanced Spirit Reinforcement, Enhanced Shadow/Fire Resistance, Durability Wear.

Special Effects:
1. While wielding this weapon, upon completing a kill, you will summon the resentment of the Doomlord, inflicting [Group: Elemental Curse] on the enemy.
2. While wielding this weapon, if you achieve more than 10 kills before the end of the battle, you will summon the roar of the Doomlord, unleashing the high-level warlock spell [Rain of Fire] on a designated area.
This effect can be triggered multiple times.

Maker: Tech-Artisan of the Seat of the Triumvirate
Item Description:
[This thing can be further upgraded, provided you kill Kazzak one more time! Just finish him off, take a wisp of his soul to seal within it, and you will raise the quality of this gear while awakening the true power of the Doomlord.
Honestly, you managed to get legendary materials like Kazzak’s demonic horns, and this is the only epic staff you could forge?
You’d better go check if someone skimmed off the top during this precarious moment.
I can endure all sorts of hardships, but I cannot tolerate being shortchanged!]

"Isn't that obvious?"
Riding his combat talbuk toward the battlefield, Dick scanned the item description of the weapon in his hand and sighed to himself:
"Even with legendary materials, you have to give the artisans enough time to craft. Where am I supposed to find the time for meticulous carving right now? Being able to find an excellent staff frame and combining it all is already quite good; they really tried their best.
Per my request, they made this thing extremely sturdy and durable, enough for melee combat—they even added the 'Durability Wear' trait usually reserved for melee weapons.
What more could I possibly ask for?"

Dick’s admiration wasn't just because he was a benevolent Light-wielder who understood the artisans' difficulties; the staff itself truly looked impressive.
The shaft, forged from Eredar celestial alloy, was heavy and solid. The finest Arcanite crystals were polished into spikes at the butt of the staff to form a war spear, allowing Dick to hold it and charge into the fray. The head of the staff used Kazzak’s horn, meticulously polished into a sharp, slender spear tip, accented and reinforced with the most rigid gemstones.
The result was that a perfectly good staff had been forged into an Eredar-style Guardian’s war spear. Because Dick demanded sturdiness, the finished product was incredibly heavy. The twins had tried to lift it a few times, but their small frames struggled even to carry it, let alone use it for spellcasting.
Only a "muscle caster" like Dick—a hybrid of Guardian and Priest—could carry it into battle. Diakum, on the other hand, evaluated it as "too light," finding it difficult to fully unleash his strength attribute, which was rated as "perfect" at his current rank.

Of course, the appearance of the weapon didn't matter as long as it worked!
Truth be told, the stats and effects of this item were completely out of sync with the Priest class. It provided zero healing amplification, leaning entirely toward offense. Both special effects focused on weakening enemies and increasing destructive power. If it were a proper priest like Priestess Ishana, she would never touch this evil thing.
Not only did it fail to enhance a priest's healing capabilities, but it would also hinder their calm, meditative state.
But Dick was different.
He defined himself as a "Combat Priest"...
Well, the kind of priest who wears heavy armor, sings hymns, and can lead a group of Paladins on a "Waaaagh"-worthy crusade of faith.
His basic requirement was that while healing his comrades, he could also grab any weapon at hand—including stretchers, bandages, and folding chairs—to crack open the skulls of charging enemies. In fact, killing enemies sometimes took priority over healing his own people.
After all, there was an old saying in the healing circles: the best healing method is to snuff out the enemy before they can harm your teammate.
Under this philosophy, this combat staff was a match made in heaven!

"The demonic spawn have appeared!"
Mal'dran, a Guardian riding to the battlefield beside Dick, pointed ahead and shouted:
"Look! Felbats and Felguards have already broken into the outermost trenches of our positions! The brothers of the Mac'Aree Garrison need our support! They have been fighting for seven consecutive days and have no strength left for a counterattack.
Quickly!
Pick up the pace!"

"I have a better idea, Mal'dran."
Dick looked at the trenches, which had turned into a chaotic mess.
Felguards and Felhounds were continuously pouring into the Mac'Aree Legion's defensive lines. Both sides were locked in a tangled, bloody struggle, making it difficult for reinforcements to provide direct support.
So, Dick said to his comrades:
"We will charge! Smash into the combat zone in front of the defensive lines!
We will hold off the subsequent demonic reinforcements for our brothers and sisters, buying them time to regroup. I believe that warriors who can persist for seven days and nights on a doomsday battlefield like this have the will to purge their opponents."

"Fine! Then I shall serve as the tip of the charge!"
The old Guardian didn't hesitate, pulling the reins and lowering his body with his gem-encrusted warhammer in hand. However, Dick was faster.
"Warriors of the Hand of Argus! Follow your General!"
He roared.
It wasn't to steal Mal'dran’s thunder; it was mainly because the two thousand men he brought to support had at least rested for five days, whereas Mal'dran’s troops had been fighting for far too long—the weariness and numbness on the soldiers' faces were unmistakable.
Given the current all-out demonic assault, it was better to have fresh, energized reinforcements lead the charge.

With the sharp responses of the "Five Little Generals," the veterans who had been slaughtering demons in Krokuun for ten days and nights immediately began shifting formations while accelerating.
The Talbuk cavalrymen from Krokuun were most adept at such tactical adjustments during a charge. The recruits further back couldn't keep up with the changes, but they could only grit their teeth and follow their veteran captains headlong into the fray.
Mal'dran noticed that the veterans in this unit gripped their Hearts of Argus tightly as they charged.
They were calling out to something, and as Dick led them closer to the demonic lines, blessings from the World-Soul were bestowed upon these veterans in an enhanced state. This not only caused their momentum to surge but finally allowed them to release their suppressed war cries.

"Charging straight at the front? Dick! We have no artillery support! We can't break through!"
Mal'dran shouted in alarm as he saw Dick and his reinforcements ignoring the flanks and heading straight for the demonic commander. But at that moment, the "Blademaster" Tramon, passing by him, whispered:
"No, we do!"

"Hmm?"
The old Guardian looked ahead in surprise.
Just as Dick was less than five hundred meters from the demonic positions, storms of fire and blizzards of frost appeared as if timed by a stopwatch. Furthermore, spreading earthquakes and blinding lightning chains were cast upon the flanks of the General's charge.
The demons were bewildered by the sudden magical bombardment.
They howled, trying to escape the spell range, and in doing so, they "actively" opened a gap for the Eredar Vengeance Cavalry to "bore into" their ranks. Mal'dran took a moment to glance back during the charge and saw that the spellcasters of the "Hand of Argus" legion had already seized the high ground on the flank.
Those Shamans and Arcanists, eyes burning with fire as they witnessed the fall of Krokuun, were providing the "heavy firepower" support for the cavalry under the command of the Spell-Twins.

"They are already used to such risky tactics? They are so confident that their spellcasters can execute a strategy that would cause friendly fire at the slightest misstep?"
Such doubts arose in Mal'dran’s heart. Watching the veterans follow their commander without fear, pushing through fire and ice amidst the trembling earth to slaughter the demons, the old Guardian realized more deeply the intensity of the "Krokuun Campaign."
Their battles in the borderlands were by no means inferior to those on the Antoran Wastes.