Bright sunlight streamed down from the sky.
No, strictly speaking, it could no longer be called sunlight.
It was starlight. Outland's strange skies were the result of the spatial distortions caused by that battle long ago, which had connected it to the Twisting Nether.
There was no blue sky to be seen anywhere on Hellfire Peninsula. Whenever anyone looked up, all they saw was the Twisting Nether. The enormous rift in the sky remained there, always.
Even so, Hellfire Peninsula still had a distinction between night and day.
Wave after wave of heat rolled through the land. Hellfire Peninsula had no seasons; the same scorching heat persisted all year round.
Azure Alliance banners fluttered in the heat at the Alliance Expedition's camp. At a glance, the entire camp seemed deserted. Apart from a handful of places where patrols were necessary, there was no one to be found.
But anyone who stepped inside the enormous tents would discover that everyone had taken shelter within them.
Hellfire Peninsula's scorching temperatures were difficult to get used to.
Of the Alliance Expedition's troops who had come here, eight out of ten had suffered some kind of problem, to varying degrees, because they could not adjust to the weather.
Cases of heatstroke kept coming, one after another.
The Horde fared considerably better in this respect, since they lived in the Barrens on Kalimdor.
In terms of terrain, the Barrens and Hellfire Peninsula were much the same. Both were desolate expanses of land, with red earth stretching as far as the eye could see and not a patch of green in sight.
Yet barren as the Barrens were, their temperatures were still considerably lower than those of Hellfire Peninsula.
Even so, that environment had made the Horde highly adaptable. Very few of them suffered heatstroke in