Even the quilboar warlock has one

The short dwarf and the tall tauren stood together very inconsistently. The chubby pandas and the slender Nightborne elves stood together, which was also very inconsistent. Although they were wearing uniform black robes, they looked like a group.

A miscellaneous army, the gloom and cunning that comes with the Warlock profession make these guys look like warriors, but Kel'Thuzad believes that the star war that is about to begin will determine who can stay and who should be eliminated.

Lose.

War is like a whetstone, the best way to test a weapon. If you survive it, it will become sharper. If you cannot survive it, the end will be very, very miserable.

Next to the Dark Reapers, stood a larger army of Demon Hunters.

Illidan is a real man of action. Once he decides to participate in the warlocks' war, he will go all out. Currently, almost all the recruits in the training camp at Mount Hyjal are here. Compared with the motley army of the Black Sickle Council,

The demon hunters' military appearance is now much more uniform.

They are all elves. Although there are night elves, high elves, night fallen elves, Sindra elves and other branches, they are all about the same height, short, fat and thin. They uniformly wear combat leather armor with black or red cloth strips to cover it.

Eyes, moon blade-like war blades on their backs, no one speaking, cruel and efficient training, gave these demon hunters a fierce aura.

This is a legion that exists only to destroy demons! The most terrifying legion!

But Illidan's inner thoughts are similar to Kel'Thuzad's

Whether a soldier is excellent or not, other than the tests brought about by war, all other judgments are unreasonable.

The upcoming war in the Dreadscar Rift will help Illidan temper his Illidari into sharper and deadly steel swords, while those weak will be quickly washed away by the cruel war and become victims of the rise of the Illidari.

For victory, this sacrifice is necessary!

"Be prepared!"

Amid the screams of the dwarf warlock, a dark green beam of light quickly ejected from the energy emission port of the prototype, and then like a dazzling light curtain, completely enveloped the entire Fel Hammer, which had barely restored its flight function.

The dark warriors of Azeroth are already standing in front of the gate of the new world. They only need to touch it lightly, and a new world, a new battlefield for them to gallop, will suddenly open in front of their eyes.
Chapter completed!