Despite being assigned by Malfurion to assist Tyrande, Andreas could clearly feel her attitude of exclusion toward him. After having his suggestions ignored multiple times, Andreas began to act privately on his own.
Tyrande was entirely unaware of his efforts in enlisting Dath'Remar to persuade the Highborne; she even triumphantly believed that her own high-pressure tactics had played the key role.
Andreas had his own motives for helping Tyrande. Since they found each other mutually disagreeable, he had no intention of staying at Mount Hyjal long-term to endure Tyrande's cold glares.
It's time to build my own power base.
Andreas wasn't looking to seize power for the sake of it, but his philosophy of handling affairs and his vision for the future development of the race differed significantly from those of Tyrande, and even Malfurion.
As the saying goes, one shouldn't put all their eggs in one basket. Since he didn't want to fall out with the two current leaders, only one choice remained: to leave and form his own faction.
To build a faction, manpower was indispensable. Andreas first set his sights on the priestesses within the Sisterhood of Elune who were dissatisfied with Tyrande's "parachuted" ascension to leadership.
Due to a preconceived dislike, these priestesses—who already had issues with Tyrande—found everything about her irritating. From her attire and speech to her style of conduct and political policies, they viewed Tyrande as an inexperienced country girl... which, strictly speaking, wasn't entirely wrong.
Most who were selected as priestesses of the Moon underwent long periods of rigorous education, a process that Tyrande, the "favored daughter" of the goddess, had obviously skipped. Because of her rapid rise, her every move struck some veteran priestesses as "uncouth."
While the Sisterhood of Elune theoretically treated commoners and Highborne equally, Tyrande's bias was evident; she was very friendly toward commoners but held deep prejudices against the Highborne. This attitude not only earned her the hostility of the Highborne but also led many within the Sisterhood to disapprove of her discriminatory approach.
Malfurion, the "tech-geek," was preoccupied with solving professional Druidic problems. For several years, Andreas was ordered by the Archdruid to assist Tyrande in handling administrative affairs. His impartial attitude toward both Highborne and commoners, combined with his steady handling of affairs, won Andreas recognition across all layers of society.
Three years passed, and the massive disarmament finally concluded smoothly. The post-war force of hundreds of thousands was trimmed down to less than 200,000. Under Tyrande's orders, most of these troops were stationed far from Mount Hyjal, distributed across various regions controlled by the Night Elves to maintain local security and peace.
Andreas wasn't fond of this approach; using a combat military to maintain internal peace wasn't quite appropriate. However, his suggestion to create a dedicated public security force was, as usual, selectively ignored by Tyrande.
Though three years had passed, for the Night Elves who had received the blessing of immortality, it felt like the blink of an eye. After three years of recovery, the Night Elves built a new capital on the canopy of the sky-piercing Nordrassil, named Annahis—meaning "Light of Resurrection."
Through the efforts of the Druids of the Talon and Hippogryph riders, the Night Elf leadership gained a comprehensive understanding of the fractured Kalimdor. With Zin-Azshari as the center, ancient Kalimdor had been torn apart by the Maelstrom now located in the middle of the Great Sea. Vast tracts of land east of Zin-Azshari had been stripped away from the continent.
Lacking experience in crossing the great ocean, the Druids of the Talon dared not venture too far from the mainland. They took over the unfinished work of Andreas and Fandral, re-drawing a detailed map of the current Kalimdor. Vast lands, including Pandaria, Zandalar, Northrend, Val'sharah, and Suramar, had vanished; the Druids speculated they must have split off into another continent across the sea.
Andreas knew exactly where these continents and islands had gone, but he couldn't simply say it out loud in front of everyone.
Ending another day of "cleaning up messes," Andreas returned wearily to his detached wooden house in the central district of Annahis.
"Hah..."
Tossing himself onto his soft bed, Andreas chuckled bitterly and rubbed his brow. "It's finally coming to an end. These three years have been a nightmare..."
With a boss who did as she pleased and ignored advice, those who had interacted with him—whether commoner or noble—knew exactly how much effort Andreas had put into maintaining social stability.
Three years was enough time for a person to grow. As she handled more administrative affairs, Tyrande had recently begun to vaguely notice that her decrees weren't particularly popular with the people.
Someone had been quietly smoothing over and compromising her harsh orders, which prevented the class conflicts lingering from before the War of the Ancients from exploding.
Though these three years were exhausting, Andreas had gained considerable experience through the hardship of "the boss speaks once, the subordinate runs his legs off."
"I've recruited the people I needed to recruit. It's about time for me to leave."
Just then, a frustrated and dissatisfied crisp female voice came from the doorway. "That sloppy posture again. Didn't we agree to cultivate an elegant temperament?"
Looking up from the bed toward the door, a beautiful young girl was standing there with her hands on her hips like a teapot, looking at him with pouting cheeks.
Andreas rolled his eyes and lay back down. "Leti, let me rest. You know how hard it is to cover for Tyrande."
This girl was Andreas' chief apprentice, Leticia Moonsong, whom he had formally adopted. The little girl from three years ago had grown into a graceful young maiden with purple hair flowing down to her waist. Her formerly "baby-fat" face had become a standard oval shape, and her height—once short for a Night Elf—had rapidly shot up.
Though her aura was still somewhat youthful, the increasingly mature Leticia had already attracted many suitors, a fact that had been bothering her lately.
"Sigh~" Leticia sighed helplessly at Andreas's lazy state. "Are the preparations almost done? Are we setting off?"
"Yeah." Andreas lazily sat up and yawned. "It's a pity Mentor isn't here; I wanted to bid him farewell... Speaking of which, he's spent more time in the Emerald Dream than in the real world lately. No wonder Tyrande is always so cranky."
Leticia gave him a deadpan look. "Hey, you need some detergent to wash that mouth of yours."
Andreas waved his hand dismissively. "Do you, who understood the meaning behind that, have the right to talk to me?"
"Who do you think I learned it from!!"
Because Val'sharah had separated from Kalimdor, Leticia—who had intended to return to Black Rook Hold—had to stay behind and was raised by Andreas. As the saying goes, "one takes the color of one's company." After living with a transmigrator for three years, Leticia had picked up words that didn't belong to this world that Andreas had inadvertently let slip, and she could even understand certain subtle "adult" jokes the more she grew up.
Leticia walked to the bed and struggled to pull the lazy Andreas up. "Get up! Today is the day to meet Sister Shandris, right?"
"Ah..." Andreas paused for a second after sitting up, then scratched his head. "Now that you mention it, it seems so. I've been so busy I forgot to track the time."
"Hmph~ I don't know what's so good about a sloppy guy like you, when Sister Shandris has so many suitors..."
Though Leticia continued to mutter complaints under her breath, she obediently helped Andreas tidy his messy hair and smooth the wrinkles on his clothes.
"Go on. After today, it might be a long time before you see her again. You'd better tell Sister Shandris about your plan."
"Yes, yes~ I'm heading out then."