One Timid Demon died, two Timid Demons died, a hundred Timid Demons died, thousands of Timid Demons died on the ground...
These ugly Demons, some were killed by the enemy's hand, and others, fell to the hands of their own kind.
The battles of Demons are chaotic, especially when combat ensues and at the sight of blood, the initial chaos turns into irrational frenzy.
In such a frenzied state, Demons even attack their own comrades, using those around them as tools for their outbursts, blades cleaving flesh, and the splattering blood fills them with intense pleasure.
This might be why Demons are often labeled as ragtag armies, as they don't even comprehend the most basic military commands, only knowing to charge mindlessly. Perhaps even the Evil God has no solution for this.
Flora watched all this grimly.
This was a battle of tens of thousands, with the Demons launching an offensive and the defense composed of an army of Blood Elves, goblins, Ogres, and Werewolves.
