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“It’s not only the Night Elf race that has been impacted by what the blue dragonflight forces have done. The ancients of the Lothalor Woods to the southeast have been affected as well. Some have been corrupted– avoid them at all costs–but most can still be saved. However, the treants of the woods seem to be immune to the magic seeping through the land and the arcane wyrms that have come with it.
Ask the treants for their bark and feed it to the ancients. Hopefully that will be enough to save them.”
-Sarendryana
Use the Bark of the Walkers to strengthen 3 Lothalor Ancients and then return to Sarendryana at Stars’ Rest.

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Quest Giver: Sarendryana — Stars’ Rest, Dragonblight [29, 55]
Objective: Use Bark of the Walkers to strengthen 3 Lothalor Ancients in the Lothalor Woodlands. Return to Sarendryana at Stars’ Rest.
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Walkthrough
Step 1: Get Bark from Woodlands Walkers
Step 2: Use Bark on Lothalor Ancients
Step 3: Return to Stars’ Rest
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Lore Context
The Lothalor Woodlands are suffering direct collateral damage from the blue dragonflight’s ley line manipulation. The redirected arcane energy has seeped into the forest floor, spawning arcane wyrms from the ground and corrupting the ancient protectors who have guarded these woods for millennia.
The treant Walkers, being smaller and more adaptable, are somehow immune to the corruption, making their bark the only viable remedy.
Sarendryana notes that saving the ancients isn’t just altruistic: if the Alliance saves them before the Horde does, the ancients might ally with the Alliance.
The Horde version of this quest (Strengthen the Ancients, from Earthwarden Grife at Agmar’s Hammer) frames the same idea from the opposite angle: save them before the night elves and dryads of Stars’ Rest do. Both factions are racing to win the ancients’ favor.
Explore Dragonblight’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Dragonblight Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War JournalSarendryana found me at Stars’ Rest before I’d reported to Modera.

“It’s not only our people who have been impacted by what the blue dragonflight has done. The ancients of the Lothalor Woods have been affected as well.”
I hadn’t seen ancients since leaving Kalimdor. The great tree-spirits had watched over my people, guardians of forests that stretched back to the time of stars.
“The treants of the woods seem to be immune to the magic seeping through the land,” Sarendryana said. “Ask them for their bark and feed it to the ancients. Hopefully that will be enough to save them.” She paused. “Regardless, it is the right thing to do.”
When had I last done something simply because it was right?
The Lothalor Woodlands held their own strange beauty beneath the corruption. Arcane wyrms coiled through the canopy, serpents of living magic drawn by the disrupted ley lines. The corrupted ancients loomed in the shadows, the wyrms’ corruption visible in every vein of bark.
But between them, the uncorrupted ancients still stood.
Some offered their bark freely when I approached, recognizing kaldorei, perhaps. Others attacked on sight, too far gone to trust. Those I put down quickly and took what I needed from the remains.
Feeding bark to a dying ancient is not like healing a soldier. There’s no blood, no screaming, no desperate gratitude. The ancient simply absorbs what you offer, and after a long moment, its trunk straightens. Strength returns to limbs that had begun to droop, the glow in its eyes steadies.
I stood beneath the last one as its consciousness resettled into its bark, and for the first time in weeks, my hands weren’t clenched.
Sarendryana was smiling when I returned. A real one. “Thank you. We’ve lost so much already. You’ve ensured that we won’t lose the most majestic of Northrend’s children. I’ll soon leave to speak with the ancients you saved and see if they will help us in our time of need.”
I nodded and said nothing about Emmy’s letter, still folded in my pocket. About how strange it felt to save something after destroying someone who’d been trying to save herself.
The trail of redirected power ran on eastward out of the woods, which means somebody has to Search Indu’le Village and find whatever is sitting among the tuskarr ruins.