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"Velen?"

Stella Gosa's report made Sharlayan frown slightly: "Mental state? What happened to him?"

Little Xingxing shook her head: "I don't know. Yirel spoke very vaguely. I guess she couldn't explain it herself. She just instinctively sensed something was wrong."

"Instinct...?"

In Azeroth, a world with extraordinary powers, instinct is not just pure metaphysics.

Yrel has studied with Velen for many years and knows the old prophet's character and physical condition better than anyone else.

Although she is not a full-time therapist and cannot explain the reason, but since the hoof girl has noticed the abnormality based on her experience, it means that it is probably true.

"Well..." Sarlayan lowered his head and pondered for a while: "Velen's safety is related to my next important plan. He can't have problems at this time."

"Stella, reply to Yrel and tell me that I will visit New Shattrath in three days. Help me rearrange my working time these days to squeeze out the time required for this visit."

Little Xingxing, who has long been accustomed to secretarial work, nodded calmly: "I will arrange it, you can continue to work."

…

Velen is the sweet bait to lure Kil'jaeden into Azeroth himself. Even if his functionality is not mentioned, Sharlayan cannot sit back and watch such a powerful combat force be scrapped due to mental illness.

Yrel does have great potential, but as she said herself, she is still very young and needs to learn more experience in running a country from Velen. It is not yet time for her to take the stage completely.

After readjusting his work schedule, Sarlayan set out for New Shattrath three days later as promised.

This trip won't take too much time, so Sarlayan didn't want to waste time preparing support that had no practical significance, so he treated it as a private visit.

Yrel sent the invitation without telling Velen. When Sharlayan suddenly parachuted into New Shattrath, Velen was not even mentally prepared.

"This is really..."

Velen glanced at Yrel from the corner of his eye with a half-smile, and politely invited Sarlayan to sit down and talk in detail.

This sudden visit did not alarm the Council of Bishops. Under Sarlayan's persuasion, Velen half-heartedly accepted this private interview with friends.

Almost the moment he saw Velen, Sharlayan realized the source of his poor mental state - wear and tear.

"Wear and tear..."

After listening to Sarlayan's detailed explanation of the concept of wear and tear, Velen lowered his head and was silent for a while before sighing with a wry smile: "So that's it. No wonder I can't be motivated no matter what I do recently."

"In other words, my soul's lifespan is coming to an end?"

Sarlayan shook his head hurriedly: "I didn't say that. Although the wear and tear is difficult to heal, it is not impossible to alleviate it."

There was no need for Sarlayan to prescribe a "prescription". Velen, who had rich experience, figured out how to relieve it himself.

"Try to relax and don't think about sad past events that may cause more wear and tear?"

Sarlayan was not surprised by Velen's answer. He shrugged and agreed: "The prophet has a good opinion. This is generally the case."

"Ha~" Wei Lun smiled helplessly: "It's easy to say, but hard to do."

"Memory is something that sometimes I don't care about even if I say it myself. Certain things I have experienced in the past will always appear in my mind unconsciously, and I cannot forget them for a long time."

Sarlayan agreed and said: "It is indeed difficult to achieve it by just relying on your own efforts, so Yrel called me over to help you out of concern for you."

"As for the treatment of wear and tear, the Green Dragon clan has summarized a set of practical and effective plans."

"Oh?" Velen raised his eyebrows thoughtfully: "The power of the green dragon...is it called dream therapy?"

"Almost." Sarlayan's left hand began to glow with emerald green light: "As long as you agree, I can try to appease your soul now. You can try it yourself first to see how it feels."

Velen turned his head and glanced at Yrel with a pleading look on his face, sighed silently, and finally decided to live up to his disciple's kindness.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you, please give it a try."

Having lived to this age, Wei Lun has long lost sight of his own life and death.

As long as his death was worthwhile, he didn't think he was a bargaining chip that he couldn't give up.

Sharlayan partially agrees with Velen's open-minded mentality, but at least the old prophet cannot die until the grudge with the Burning Legion is settled.

Under the guidance of Sarlayan's dream power, Velen's spirit unconsciously sank into another world.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had changed dramatically. He was no longer accustomed to seeing the interior of New Shattrath. A lush forest appeared in front of him.

"Is this the Emerald Dream?" Velen said in amazement, "It really lives up to its reputation, what a beautiful scenery."

Just as Velen fell asleep, Sarlayan followed with Yrel.

Temporarily ignoring Yrel's lament about the surrounding environment, Sarlayan smiled and said to Velen: "As for your wear and tear treatment, I decided to adopt a step-by-step approach."

"After all, this is your first time entering the Emerald Dream. Today, you should get used to the freedom of movement in the dream plane. After all, there are some differences between the rules here and the material world."

Trapped in the steel jungle all year round, Velen can no longer remember the last time he took a leisurely stroll in the forest.

Although he knew in his heart that he was in a dream world, Velen could still clearly feel the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers around him, and his five senses were still functioning normally in the dream.

However, as a veteran who has traversed the universe for countless years, Velen quickly discovered some differences with the material world.

For example, his body is lighter than in the material world.

Perhaps because of the influence of the surrounding environment, the painful memories that usually troubled Velen did not come to mind again.

"Suck~"

Velen took a deep breath of relaxation. The fresh air in the forest made him feel relaxed and happy after not having been out for a long time.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Of course, please."

After gradually adapting to the activities of the soul state, Velen asked Sarlayan curiously: "I heard that the area of ​​the Emerald Dream is no smaller than Azeroth in the material world. Where are we in the dream world now?"

Sarlayan shrugged: "To be honest, I don't know either. I just randomly selected a place and didn't specifically fix a certain coordinate."

"But judging from the types and growth conditions of the surrounding trees... it should be somewhere in the temperate zone."

The plants in each region of the Emerald Dream will be different. The types of plants in the cold zones near the North Pole and the tropical zones on the equator are completely different.

The Emerald Dream is a dream subplane that Freya transformed with reference to Ardenweald in the Shadow Realm. Its blueprint is the mirror world of Azeroth.

However, Freya still made some fine-tuning when transforming the mirror world. The scenery presented in Ardenweald is the autumn and winter seasons of nature. When Freya started the transformation, she had targeted it only for the Emerald Dream. Spring and summer.

Except for the frigid zones close to the North and South Poles, most areas of the Emerald Dream are lined with green trees, giving people a feeling that everything is competing and full of life and vitality.

It took Sharlayan a lot of time to adapt when he first entered the Emerald Dream. Velen, who was experienced in all aspects, did not feel discomfort as quickly as Yrel, but Sharlayan still brought the two of them together after two hours. Bringing back the material world.

"Yriel, reach out."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

After returning to the material world and returning to his own body, Yrel's head was still a little confused.

She gently rubbed her eyebrows with her left hand and stretched her right hand in front of Sarlayan.

Yrel is a paladin after all. Her hands are not as white and smooth as other ladies, but are covered with calluses.

Velen was watching from the side, and Sarlayan carefully observed the shape of Yrel's hand without being disrespectful. He quickly stretched out his fingers and drew an emerald green mark on her palm.

"Even if I'm not around, you can take the prophet into the Emerald Dream by activating this mark."

"The first course of treatment is tentatively scheduled for one week. Your souls need to adapt to the rules of the Emerald Dream first. I will go to the dream to meet you in a week, and then announce the treatment plan for the second course."

Weilun smiled and nodded in a good-natured manner: "It's really troublesome for you to need you to help me, an old guy with one foot in the dirt, despite your busy schedule."

"Harm~" Sarlayan waved his hand calmly: "Don't be so polite. I still need your help later, so just treat it as an early investment."

"Oh?" Velen smiled meaningfully: "Let me guess, is it related to Kil'jaeden?"