"Deep blue, identify what the slate is."

Herag sat down on the floor with his eyes closed, his head still buzzing and a little dizzy.

Deep Blue quickly gave the result: "The probability that it is an ancient magic slate is 87.6%. ”

"Ancient Magic Slate......" Herag understood what it was.

In ancient times a long time ago, there were also wizards at that time.

But there was no paper at that time, so other carriers would be used to record spells.

Some will use the bones of humans or animals to record spells, while others will use animal fur.

The slate in front of him is a relatively advanced recording carrier, and generally only very powerful spells will be recorded on the slate.

"It should be a first-level spell." Herag thought for a moment and came to this conclusion.

Only a first-level spell could make him dizzy after watching it for a while, and no matter how advanced a zero-level spell is, it is impossible for him to have such an effect, not of an order of magnitude.

"Deep blue, scan and record every detail of the slate." Gerag gave the order.

This kind of stone tablet is an extremely precious treasure, and the value of the spells recorded on it is very high, and it is not easy to record the ancient magic recorded on the stone tablet.

Ancient societies were mostly in the form of tribes and ethnic groups, and this kind of ancient magic recorded on stone tablets is likely to be the core inheritance of this tribe, and it is the guarantee that they can survive in that era.

Herag has read in some books on the history of magic, and the characteristic of this ancient magic is that it has extremely strong combat power, and pays the most attention to the improvement of actual combat effectiveness.

After all, in that primitive era, the first problem was to survive, to fight countless beasts and monsters in order for the race to survive.

Therefore, this ancient magic is very precious, and countless wizards want to obtain this ancient magic to enhance their combat power.

"Scan Recording Complete." Deep Blue took a few minutes to record every detail of the slate.

Herag glanced at the video footage recorded in Deep Blue, and still felt unstable.

Such an important slate, if it is more useful to just look at the pictures than to study, some important information may be missing.

He circled around the stone slab and suddenly had a bold idea.

"I'll just remove the whole slate."

The slab is two meters high and fifty centimeters wide, and is buried in the soil underneath.

Herag squatted down with a shovel for digging herbs, digging through the soil below, and found that the slate was not buried deep enough to be dug out.

It was difficult to carry the slab on its back or carry it out, but Herag had the Space Ring.

He glanced at the space ring, although there were already a lot of things inside, there was no problem in putting down this stone slab.

"The only question is, is there really a Lord here?"

Herag found a problem, if this really belonged to a wizard.

This ancient magic stone tablet is so precious, why he put it here like this, there is no defense.

He can touch a second-class wizard apprentice here, and other stronger wizards will definitely be easier.

Herag pondered for a moment but couldn't come to a conclusion, not sure if there was an owner here.

He crouched down next to the stone slab and began to dig for the dirt at the bottom.

Herag dug the ground very carefully, for fear of damaging the main body of the slate, which was a precious treasure.

After digging carefully for half an hour, the soil at the bottom was basically dug out.

Herag tried to move the slate, and found that he could lift it up.

He then put the slate into the space ring, and it went well.

After an extra stone slab was added to the spatial ring, the internal space seemed a little narrow.

Herag looked at the remaining dirt pit and touched the back of his head: "If this really belongs to a wizard, if I am caught, I am afraid that the end will be a bit miserable." ”

A wizard who can build such a large field is definitely not something that Herag can compete with.

All he could do now was pray that the wizard would come back later, and that he would run away when he could get out at dawn.

He could be said to have gained a lot from his trip here, not only obtained a bunch of potion materials, but also accidentally harvested this ancient magic tablet.

Herag calculated that normally, it should be about half an hour before dawn.

If the information that Uncle Blacksmith said was correct, he would have had a chance to leave here in half an hour.

The problem is, Herag doesn't know if those spiders outside will leave, it's a living thing after all.

Uncle Blacksmith's existence can only be regarded as a soul, and it is normal to hide it at dawn.

But the spiders were flesh and blood, and Herag wasn't sure if the colony would disperse after dawn.

He walked around the square, carefully observing every place.

The decorations and carvings elsewhere are ancient, but they are all ordinary stone carvings.

Herag inspected every corner of the square and found nothing of value.

After confirming that everything was correct, Herag carefully touched the mouth of the cave with the lantern.

He kept a distance from the mouth of the cave, and then stopped walking outside.

Herag knew through the dark blue that there were still a lot of spiders outside, and that the sky outside was already a little dark.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that it is going to be dawn, but fortunately, the sunrise here is normal." ”

As the sky grew brighter, the spiders outside began to get restless.

Some of the spiders on the periphery had begun to move towards the nest, and the spiders blocking the entrance to the cave had begun to divert their attention, no longer staring at the cave, but crawling around in place.

Ten minutes later, the spider swarm began to retreat in large areas.

A large number of spiders began to turn and retreat in the direction of the pine forest where the nest was located, and there was a large rustling sound.

The sound that originally made Herag's scalp tingle became very pleasant at this moment, and Herag felt that a big stone in his heart had finally been put down.

Herag hid at the mouth of the cave and waited until dawn.

After dawn, he was still not in a hurry to go out, but waited for the sun's rays to shine down completely, and then he stood at the entrance of the cave and observed the outside.

There are still many traces of spiders crawling in the mountains and forests outside, and there are still a lot of spider silk hanging on the branches.

Herag crept through the mountains and forests, glancing at the fields in the distance.

To his surprise, there were no fields at all.

"It's the location, I'm not mistaken." Herag was sure that his memory was correct, and that the field where the potions materials were planted was indeed in this location.

But now there is a bush overgrown with all kinds of low plants and weeds.

Gerag cautiously moved closer, and he looked at the bottom of the bushes, and found no sign of any clearing.

"What's going on......" he wondered.

"Deep Blue, is this a field where dragon's beard grass and other potion materials are grown?" Questioning his eyes, Herag asked Deep Blue.

(End of chapter)