So far, the Burning Legion had not stationed many forces on Draenor.
Besides, Elune had previously wiped out a whole wave of them in Nagrand.
There was no telling exactly how many demons had died back then.
But the fact that Nagrand remained safe to this day said enough.
Even with the drastic changes in the skies over Shadowmoon Valley, only a few dozen bat-winged demons had come in scattered groups.
That did not fit the Burning Legion's lavish style.
Herad reckoned the blow the Burning Legion had suffered that time must have been considerable.
Under the Lunar Orbital Cannon personally unleashed by Elune, the Burning Legion's demons were nothing but pushovers, no matter how many there were.
Already badly battered, the Burning Legion had no ability to disrupt the forces of the Holy Light as they purified K'ara, the Dark Star.
The high Arakkoa felt very favorably toward the golden pillar of light.
They had no desire whatsoever to attack the forces of the Holy Light.
Of course, if they really did attack, they would certainly die very quickly!
Alleria was extremely keen on hunting.
As soon as they came within a certain distance, they would draw a ruthless attack and have arrows shot straight through their hearts!
The high Arakkoa observing from the perimeter suddenly spotted low Arakkoa sneaking about on the ground.
They immediately erupted into an uproar and swooped down on the low Arakkoa below.
Cursed by an evil demigod, the low Arakkoa's wings had degenerated completely, even worse than those of ostriches.
At the sight of their sworn enemies, these ground-bound chickens immediately used the terrain to maneuver around them.
Watching the small-scale war erupt between the Arakkoa, Herad shook his head speechlessly.
The vast Arakkoa Empire had collapsed amid precisely this sort of pride