Herad shook his head helplessly at the Broken's attack on Eredath.
Doing this certainly felt satisfying.
But that had once been their capital. Was it really a good idea to destroy it?
If Kil'jaeden used the Burning Legion Warships to suppress them, that city in the sky, with its few remaining patches of vegetation, would probably become a fel wasteland!
Fortunately, given Kil'jaeden's nostalgic nature, he would very likely do his utmost to minimize the destruction.
What happened next proved Kil'jaeden's attachment to Eredath.
The Burning Legion's warships did not open fire.
Under Kil'jaeden's command, the demons in areas outside the fighting withdrew toward the city's Burning Legion Portals.
They left this troubled place through the Burning Legion Portals.
Meanwhile, the demons in the combat zones did their best to intercept the enemies darting everywhere, buying time for the other demons to escape.
Kil'jaeden's strategy really was quite good!
It could curb the spread of spores as much as possible.
However, the four-legged Mushroom Beasts carried the Mushroom Men as they raced headlong through the streets.
Ordinary demons really could not catch them!
How could two legs compare with four?
True, warriors in a magical world had the Charge skill.
But Charge only provided two or three seconds of high-speed movement, covering a little over a hundred meters at most.
Eredath, this city in the sky, was not a small floating city like Dalaran.
It covered nearly ten thousand square kilometers, somewhat like a directly administered municipality.
It was considerably larger than Shanghai and about the same size as Tianjin.
Suddenly demanding that they intercept highly mobile cavalry units in such an enormous metropolitan area-wasn't that asking too much of the demons?
Moreover, the demons had no protective measures whatsoever.
Often, the enemy would race past, firing a wooden bullet