The shattered world of Mardum was in terrible shape.
The land had been deeply corrupted by fel, turning a disturbing shade of dark green.
It was a dead world without seas, rivers, or so much as a blade of grass.
Even in a true realm of death like the Shadowlands, intelligent undead would put some thought into planting flowers, grass, and trees.
They were intelligent beings, after all. Planting a little greenery to enrich their lives was perfectly normal.
Demons, however, were lunatics who enjoyed destroying beautiful things.
Especially those demons who had joined the Burning Legion.
They thoroughly embraced the insane philosophy of the fallen Titan Sargeras.
Only by burning an entire world to ashes could they prevent the Old Gods from exploiting it.
As the birthplace of the Burning Legion, Mardum had done the best job in that regard.
Not a single blade of grass or tree could survive here!
Looking at the dreadful environment beyond the spatial window, Herad was utterly speechless at these mindless creatures.
Those demons had burned away all the plants, so the air would have a high concentration of carbon dioxide.
Even in a magical world, living people still needed to breathe oxygen to survive.
If Demon Hunters really went to Mardum, they would probably be finished within ten minutes.
They would be poisoned to death by the excessive carbon dioxide.
But if Demon Hunters possessed the special bodily functions of demons, perhaps they could survive on Mardum.
Of course, that meant nothing to Herad.
Was he supposed to run to the Watchers' Cavern and persuade their leader, Maiev Shadowsong, to release Illidan so he could train Demon Hunters?
Perhaps, out of respect for Elune, Maiev would refrain from beating Herad up.
But getting Maiev to let Illidan go was absolutely impossible!
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