After Taelan Fordring left with his people, Lor'themar and Nathanos the Blightcaller immediately began rebuilding Andorhal. Lor'themar's main task was to lead the troops in clearing out the remaining Scourge forces.
"My lord, are we establishing a camp here as well?" After surveying the surrounding area, Lor'themar returned to report to Patrick. The former capital of humanity's grain-producing province had become a foul, polluted place.
Patrick shook his head. "No, all of Andorhal has been thoroughly corrupted by the plague. We aren't the Forsaken. This place isn't suitable for us to live in for long. This is only a temporary camp. Our main objective is to destroy the Scourge stronghold, Scholomance. Then we can consider where to establish a base."
Since arriving in the Western Plaguelands, Lor'themar Theron had performed very well. Whether in troop deployment or command, his abilities were beyond question.
In the Silvermoon City of the past, mana addiction had killed large numbers of high elves. With wars continuing unabated, Kael'thas taking away most of the main forces, and the Scourge and trolls watching Silvermoon City hungrily from outside, Quel'Thalas had faced threats within and without, its very survival hanging in the balance.
In that Azeroth without Patrick, Alleria had long since departed for Outland, and Sylvanas had died in battle before the gates of Bann'donor. Quel'Thalas's ranger forces, the Farstriders, had virtually ceased to exist in anything but name; even their formal designation could have been abolished. With troops stretched desperately thin, Lor'themar Theron had taken the surviving rangers under his command, along with the Farstriders left behind by Hawkspear, the ranger king who had been exiled at the time, and managed to establish defenses throughout Eversong Woods, protecting his people's safety.
The kingdom had still been plagued by mana addiction then. Although Quel'Thalas's Magisters' Legion