A misty drizzle fell steadily from the sky. Standing at the edge of Zangarmarsh, Rex felt the rain on his skin and broke into a brilliant smile.
Raindrops kept pattering against his armor, then trickled down its surface.
Hellfire Peninsula was an arid place with little rain, yet who would have thought that Zangarmarsh, right across its border, would receive so much?
Rex had originally planned to go to Shattrath, which had repeatedly sent him invitations.
As Marshal of the Alliance Expedition, he could be considered the leader of Azeroth's Expeditionary Force on this campaign.
No matter how fiercely the Alliance and Horde fought or what schemes they employed, they still had one thing going for them: they closed ranks against outsiders. Whenever an enemy threatened them both, they had always joined forces to face it.
Shattrath had invited not only Rex, but also the commander of the Horde's forces on this campaign.
Rex had been about to set out, but a problem in Zangarmarsh had forced him to postpone his trip and come here instead.
Zangarmarsh's climate made it abundantly clear that Outland was a shattered world with wildly unpredictable weather.
Rex was not quite sure what Zangarmarsh had looked like before, but he knew that none of its plants should have grown into what stood before him now.
The enormous mushrooms were even sturdier than towering trees. Standing there, they looked like so many naturally formed umbrellas.
The sunlight overhead-no, Outland had no sun, which made it somewhat different from Azeroth.
The sky here was rather gloomy. To describe it more precisely by comparing it to somewhere in Azeroth, Duskwood would have been a fitting example.
Like Duskwood, this place remained dim throughout the year, regardless of the season or time of day.
The reason for Duskwood's condition