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"Deep Blue, identify what the slate is."

Herag closed his eyes and sat on the ground to rest, his head still feeling buzzing and a bit dizzy.

Deep Blue quickly gave the result: "The probability of it being an ancient magic stone slab is 87.6%."

"Ancient magic slate..." Herag understood what it was.

In ancient times, there were also wizards.

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

Some will use human or animal bones to record spells, while others will use animal fur.

The stone slab in front of us is a relatively advanced recording medium, and usually only very powerful spells are recorded on the stone slab.

"It should be a level one spell," Herrag thought for a moment and came to this conclusion.

Only first level spells can make him dizzy and disoriented after watching for a while, and even high-level zero level spells cannot have such effects, not on the same level.

"Deep blue, scan and record every detail of the slate." Herag gave the command.

This type of stone tablet is an extremely precious treasure, and the magical value recorded on it is very high. The ancient magic that can be recorded and passed down on the stone tablet is not simple.

In ancient society, it was mostly in the form of tribes and ethnic groups, and this ancient magic recorded on stone tablets is likely the most core inheritance of this tribe, which is the guarantee for their survival in that era.

Herag has read in some magic history books that the characteristic of this ancient magic is its extremely strong combat power, and the most important thing is the improvement of actual combat power.

After all, in that primitive era, the primary problem was to survive, to fight against countless beasts and monsters, in order to survive the tribe.

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

"The scanning record is completed." Deep Blue spent a few minutes recording every detail of the slate.

Herag glanced at the image data recorded in deep blue and felt that it was still not very stable.

Such an important stone slab may lack some important information if it is only studied through pictures.

He circled around the slate and suddenly had a bold idea.

"I'll just move the entire slate away."

This stone slab is two meters high and fifty centimeters wide, buried in the soil below.

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's difficult to carry or carry this slate out, but Herag has space for a ring.

He glanced at the space ring, and although there were already many things inside, there was still no problem putting down this slate.

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

Herag discovered a problem, if this really belongs to a certain wizard.

This ancient magic stone tablet is so precious, why is it left here without any defense measures.

He can even reach this place as a second-class wizard apprentice, and it will definitely be easier for other stronger wizards.

Herag thought for a while but couldn't come to a conclusion, unable to determine whether there was a master here.

He squatted next to the slate and began digging the soil at the bottom.

Herag dug the ground very carefully, afraid of damaging the main body of the stone slab, which is a precious treasure.

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

Herag tried to move the slate and found that it could be lifted up.

He immediately put the slate into the space ring and it went smoothly.

After adding an additional stone slab to the space ring, the internal space becomes somewhat cramped.

Herag looked at the remaining pit in place and touched the back of his head, saying, "If this really belongs to any wizard, I'm afraid if I get caught, my fate will be a bit miserable."

A wizard who can build such a large field is definitely not as powerful as Herag.

He can only pray that the wizard will come back later, as long as he can leave at dawn, he will run away.

He can be said to have gained a lot from his visit here, not only obtaining a pile of magic potion materials, but also unexpectedly obtaining this ancient magic stone tablet.

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

If the information provided by the blacksmith uncle is correct, he will have a chance to leave here in half an hour.

The problem is, Herag doesn't know if those spiders outside will leave, after all, they are living creatures.

The blacksmith uncle's existence can only be considered as a soul, it's normal to hide it at dawn.

But those spiders are flesh and blood, and Herag is not sure if the spider swarm will disperse after dawn.

He walked around the square, carefully observing every place.

The decorations and carvings in other places are very ancient, but they are all ordinary stone carvings.

Herrag inspected every corner of the square and found nothing more valuable.

After confirming the accuracy, Herag carefully touched the entrance of the mountain with a lantern in hand.

He kept a certain distance from the cave entrance and then stopped walking outside.

Herag learned through deep blue that there were still many spiders surrounding the outside, and the sky outside was already a bit hazy.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems like dawn is coming. Fortunately, the sunrise here is normal."

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

Some spiders on the periphery have already begun to move towards the nest position, and the spiders blocking the entrance of the cave have also begun to shift their attention. They are no longer staring at the cave, but are crawling back and forth in place.

Ten minutes later, the spider swarm began to retreat extensively.

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

The sound that had originally made Herag's scalp tingle now became very pleasant to the ear, and Herag felt like a big stone weighing down in his heart had finally come down.

Herag hid at the entrance of the mountain until dawn.

After daybreak, he still didn't rush out and looked for the book garden www.zhaoshuyuan.com. Instead, he waited for the sunlight to fully shine before standing at the entrance and observing the outside.

There are still many traces of spiders crawling in the mountains and forests outside, and there are also many spider webs hanging from the branches.

Herag quietly walked through the mountains and forests, glancing at the distant fields from afar.

To his surprise, there was no field there at all.

"It's this position, I remember it right." Herrag was very confident that his memory was not wrong, and the field where the potion material was planted was indeed in this position.

But now there is a thicket full of various low plants and weeds.

Herag cautiously approached a little closer, observing the bottom of these shrubs without any signs of cultivation.

"What's going on..." He was a bit puzzled.

"Deep Blue, is this a field for growing magic potion materials such as dragon beard grass?" Herag doubted his own eyes and asked Deep Blue.