The expression of the Enchanting Demon Lord Marita was extremely surprised. The neat steps, the solemn military appearance, without a trace of chaos, seemed like a moving whole, entering the Abyssal Gate with an earth-shaking stride.
This scene was no less shocking than the night elves seeing the endless Burning Legion guards pouring out from the teleportation portal.
Since when did the Demon Legion have this kind of discipline?
What shocked the Enchanting Demon Lord Marita even more was that behind these legion guards, there were still teams of Enchanting Mages. These were people taken from her hands, and now these enchantresses had lost a bit of their frivolous and casual nature. They appeared solemn, their gazes firm, a hint of cold smile at the corners of their mouths, holding unique nine-section whips in their hands. Behind their petite demon wings were gruesome, bloodthirsty hellhounds that followed the Enchanting Mages as if they had signed some contract.
