Hurlonath fought desperately amid the sea of the plant army, but in the end, he fell, unwilling to accept his fate.
But he had not actually been worn down to death by the enemy.
He had suffered the humiliation of being killed by a bunch of cannon fodder only because he could not fly.
If his wings had not been destroyed, he could have taken flight and glided some distance, landed to fight the enemy, then taken flight and glided some distance again.
With enough time to recover between bouts, he might have escaped the encirclement.
At the very least, he could have held out longer, until reinforcements arrived from the nearby Fel Planet.
Of course, that was contingent on Ulthalesh not attacking him.
Yet as soon as the few conditions for taking action were met, Ulthalesh would kill him without hesitation.
It had killed ordinary demigods, so what was a small fry who was not even a demigod?
The death of the lord Hurlonath at the hands of the surrounding plant army marked the complete fall of Xoroth, the breeding ground of Dreadsteeds.
From then on, the Burning Legion would have no new Dreadsteeds.
Xoroth was somewhat similar to the Barrens, with a reasonably decent natural environment.
With just a few improvements, an environment like this would become very suitable for plant growth.
Improving the natural environment was something plant lifeforms excelled at.
They could slowly absorb the fel in the soil, cleansing the pollution left by this evil energy.
Although their purification speed could not compare to that of the Holy Light, they made up for it in sheer numbers.
No matter how many Holy Light practitioners there were, how many could be gathered? Hundreds, or thousands?
These plant lifeforms, however, could be endless.
After all, they grew