. Chapter 7: Blame the Old Man

As Merge opened his eyes, the darkness in front of him slowly dissipated, becoming a dimly lit space surrounded on all sides.

Suddenly, a tearing headache hit like a tidal wave, followed by intense soreness all over the body.

The pain all over his body and the dizziness in his head made Merger's brows furrow, and he couldn't help but move, but when he moved, there was a sound of metal colliding with "bang, bang, bang".

Shocked in his heart, Merge gritted his teeth, lowered his head in pain, and looked in the direction where the sound came from, only to find that there were two more shackles on his hands and feet, and the work clothes on his body were even more tattered.

Merge tried to wrestle his arms to free himself from the shackles, but found that he was so weak and sore that he could not break free from the shackles, not even make large movements.

All Merge could do now was lean his back against the cold wall and look at the dim, enclosed space in front of him.

"Where is this?"

"Why am I being shackled and locked up here?"

Merge held back a strong feeling of dizziness and hurriedly cleared his mind, but found that he did not know where he was at the moment and what kind of situation he was in.

He only remembered being restrained in place by Yurata, the second elder of the Ancient Tree Elf Clan, and Yurata had opened a strange formation.

When the dazzling white light flashed, he only felt a strong spatial shock, and then fainted, and when he woke up, he found that he had come to a closed room, wearing shackles.

With his back against the wall, Merge tried to release his spiritual power and sense the environment outside the surrounding wall, but Merge found that his spiritual power could not be called upon at all.

Murge was startled, and looked down at the shackles on his hands and feet.

When Merge tried to mobilize his mental power. The shackles on his hands and feet suddenly emitted a wave of fluctuations that were invisible to the naked eye, trapping Merge's mental power in the sea of consciousness, unable to move a bit.

Merge carefully examined the heavy shackles on his hands and feet, and found that these two black and heavy shackles turned out to be alchemical items. The strange shackles not only locked up Merge's mental power, but also locked the magic power in his body.

Although Merger's magical talent is not high. The magic in his body was pitiful, but the shackles still locked this magic in Merge's body, making it impossible for Merge to invoke at all.

Not only that, but after Merge's continuous observation of shackles, it was also found that shackles also have the function of isolating the elements.

In other words, a person in shackles cannot mobilize any power made of elements at all, such as magic, fighting energy, and so on. Moreover, the shackles are also able to lock the mental power. Makes the person in shackles completely incapacitate at all.

For example, Merge, who has body aches, weakness in his limbs, and mental power and magic power are locked, has obviously become an ordinary person who is powerless.

Even he is not as good as an ordinary person, because Merge at this time can't even do something as simple as raising his arm.

If it was Merge who was in perfect condition, even if he was locked in mental power and magic power, these two pairs of shackles would not be able to trap him. Because with his brute strength and his alchemy level, Merge could have directly dismantled the two shackles.

But at this moment, Merge was sore all over, his limbs were weak, and he could only stay where he was and wait for his body to recover.

Murge moved with difficulty. I looked at my whole body from a good angle, and found the storage ring on my finger and the heart of the world in my pocket. All are gone.

As Merge pondered a solution to his current situation, a slight "click" came into Merger's ears from the other side of the wall.

Merge frowned and looked at the wall where the sound came from, and at that moment, a dark purple pattern suddenly flashed on the wall.

The dark purple veins have a complex shape. Spread all over the surrounding closed walls, Merge's eyes narrowed slightly, and in addition to the two shackles that locked his spiritual power and magic power, there was also a powerful alarm formation on the wall, this was simply a prison from which he could not escape.

Merge stared at the wall with narrowed eyes. The doubts in my heart increased, what was the slight sound coming from the other layer of the wall?

Just when Merge was puzzled, a fist-sized hole suddenly appeared in the wall where the sound came.

And what is very ingenious is that although the wall was destroyed and a hole appeared, the dark purple formation arranged on the wall was not triggered, which shows the ingenuity of the person who dug up the wall.

From Merge's point of view, the dark purple formation was like a film of light, shrouded in the hole, and constantly flashed with a dark purple halo.

The technique used by the person who broke the wall was so ingenious that he could dig a fist-sized hole in the wall without destroying the formation, and seeing this, Merge's eyes couldn't help but flash a look of surprise.

Suddenly, an old finger full of wrinkles appeared inside the hole.

This finger gestured in front of the light film of the dark purple formation for a while, and then the fingertip carefully tapped somewhere in the dark purple light film.

Immediately afterward, I saw this old finger lightly swipe on the dark purple light film, and a small crack appeared on the formation that Mo Ge thought was abnormal.

Seeing this scene, the look of surprise in Merge's eyes became more and more intense.

This old finger can actually destroy the formation into a crack without disturbing the operation of the formation, which is really clever.

Even Merge, who was an intermediate alchemist, couldn't understand what method this old finger used to destroy the formation.

"It's finally done!" Just as the dark purple light film was cut by a crack in his fingers, an old and deep voice rang out from the other side of the wall.

Merge saw a golden light penetrate through the crack, and then the golden light flashed, and when Merge opened his eyes again, a thin, short old man appeared in front of Merge.

The old man's face was ordinary, somewhat hunchbacked, and he looked very old, and he belonged to the kind of person who would never attract the attention of others when he walked in the crowd.

If I had to say anything special about this old man, it would be his scribbled bright blonde hair and unusually bright eyes.

While Merge was looking at him, the smiling blonde old man was also looking at Merge, as if he had seen a priceless treasure.

But at this moment, the happy smile of the blonde old man made Merge feel a little obscene.

Surprised, Merge asked softly, "Are you?"

The old man looked at Merger's gray-haired eyes, leaned over and sniffed at Merge, and did not answer Merger's question for a while.

However, seeing that Merger's brows gradually furrowed, and the warning in his eyes became more and more intense, the blonde old man hurriedly smiled and asked, "Are you Merger?

(You can guess who this old man is, use all your brains to think).

(To be continued.) )