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“You have been a great friend and ally to us, Vikstone. There is one more thing I must ask of you. You have seen the corruption of the Twisted Glade and the beasts that dwell there. The blacksouled keepers will continue raising these abominations from the waters and soil of our glade unless we act against them.
The most powerful of the blacksouled keepers is known as Keeper Witherleaf. Slay him, Vikstone, and open the way for the redemption of the glade as you once redeemed my sisters.”
-Lurielle
Lurielle at the Frozen Glade wants you to kill Keeper Witherleaf.

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Quest Giver: Lurielle — Frozen Glade, Howling Fjord [61, 22]
Objective: Kill Keeper Witherleaf.
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The corruption of keepers of the grove becomes a major theme in Legion’s Val’sharah zone, where Cenarius himself falls to the Emerald Nightmare. Players fight corrupted keepers throughout the Dreamweavers storyline and must free Cenarius from the Nightmare Lord Xavius.
What happens to Witherleaf and his fellow keepers in Howling Fjord is a small, early preview of what will later threaten their entire species at its source.
Explore Howling Fjord’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Howling Fjord Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War Journal“You have been a great friend and ally to us. There is one more thing I must ask of you.”

Lurielle was quiet for a long time before she spoke again.
“The blacksouled keepers will continue raising these abominations from the waters and soil of our glade unless we act against them. The most powerful is known as Keeper Witherleaf. Slay him, and open the way for the redemption of the glade as you once redeemed my sisters.”
A Keeper of the Grove. I knew what that meant. Children of Cenarius, same as the dryads, same as the sisters Lurielle mourned. Once, creatures like Witherleaf had walked beside my people in Ashenvale’s depths. They were brothers to the wild, guardians of sacred ground.
Now this one raised horrors from poisoned soil.
I found him at the glade’s hear. Wrath crackled from his hands; nature magic turned to weapon as roots erupted around my feet, and Thornvine creatures answered his call, three of them boiling up from the earth to intercept me.
The first fell to a backhand swing and the second caught my mace full in its trunk and shattered. The third tangled my legs while Witherleaf’s lightning scorched across my shoulder.
I ripped free. His staff caught my first blow, and the second drove through his guard.
He fell with a sound like breaking branches and dark sap wept from the wound.
Around me, the trees seemed to straighten. Just slightly, as if drawing breath after holding it too long.
Lurielle accepted the news. “My heart broke when I learned the keepers had turned against us. Once, we considered them our brothers and closest friends.” She looked toward the Twisted Glade. “I grieve for the brothers and sisters we have lost, but without your help, there would be no hope for our future. You will always be welcome among us.”
The Frozen Glade was finished and the fjord had one story left, because near Steel Gate a father’s message was waiting on a daughter who might not want it, beginning My Daughter.