Only one spell was left, 'warmth.' As Abel was in the state of realization, he only needed quickly glance at the record on the table, before he could remember all the information on the lambskin parchment about the 'warmth' spell in his head.
'Warmth' was a special spell, not only because it's pattern was completed, but also because it needed to inject mana until it became fixed in mind, similar to the Novice Wizard pattern.
It was like trying to increase another rank, but the ability of this spell was not worth it, considering how much effort it would take to develop it. That's why many wizards had given up trying to learn this spell.
However, Abel was not like that. Under his state of realization, he was not afraid of complicated patterns; all he needed to do was spend a little more time.
Besides that, he knew that once he attained some treasure that was able to recover his mana, this ability to further speed up the rate of recovery could be very powerful.
The simulated Abel in the mind of Abel began to dissect the pattern for the 'warmth' spell. The pattern for the 'warmth' spells was a lot more complicated than all the other spell patterns, even the ones for increasing rank. A large amount of mana was needed to fill up these three layers of complicated pattern. No wonder why wizards didn't want to learn this spell.
Most of the work was done instinctively as Abel was in his state of realization, and the 'soul potion' had also increased the strength of his soul. The simulated Abel did not felt like the pattern was complicated. He continued to draw the 'warmth' spell pattern in his mind, but the pattern kept vanishing as he kept failing. Luckily, he was in a simulation. If he was actually drawing this pattern with his mana, he would be suffering from a headache caused by mana depletion long ago
Abel tried so many times that he could no longer remember how many times he had tried to draw the 'warmth' spell pattern. At last, the 'warmth' spell pattern was close to completion, and the effect of the 'soul potion' was also wearing off.
Abel sensed the effect of the 'soul potion' was slowly decreasing in his state of realization. His heart began to get a little desperate, but soon he was calmed down by the cool sensation of the meditation Jade. Once again, he focused with all his might on to the 'warmth' spell pattern.
It seemed like Abel had entered a state similar to the first time he forged a hundred skills iron base. As he was surrounded by the mediation, Jade's atmosphere, everything around him had disappeared. The only thing in his sight was the warmth' spell pattern. The effect of the 'soul potion' didn't matter; nothing could stop him now. The only thing that was in his world now was the 'warmth' spell pattern.
When Abel was just about to use up all his mana, the 'warmth' spell pattern had finally appeared in the mind of Abel. Afterward, the Horadric cube on his right arm had flashed a dark gold ray of light again.
Abel opened his eyes, drenched in sweat, and his stomach had a bit of a stitch from starvation. As an elite knight, he didn't even have enough energy to get up. He was puzzled in his heart, has it been a very long time.
He turned towards Black Wind, who was sleeping by aside, and he quickly scrapped this idea. If it had really been a very long time, Black Wind would definitely be starving. There was no way it could sleep comfortably like this.
Abel recalled what had just happened. It seemed like he had entered into another state of realization produced by his own body after the effect of the two bottles of 'soul potions' had been used up. He had three realizations in a row. Even though he was an elite Knight, and he had an extraordinarily powerful body, he could not withstand such relentless exhaustion. He needed to quickly refill his energy.
He shouldn't mess around like this in the future again. If he had really starved to death during his realization, he would be the first Wizard in the Holy Continent to do so. As Abel was darkly thinking to himself, some bread and juice had appeared in his hand.
Abel took a huge bite of the bread and drank a large mouthful of juice. He could feel his body madly absorbing the energy in the food. His fatigue had only started to fade, and his body started to regain energy after eating five pieces of bread and three bottles of juice.
Black a Wind was woken up by the sound of Abel eating. Seeing its owner eating by himself, a hint of resentment emerged from its big eyes.
Abel lethargically padded Black Wind and said "Let's go, I'll help you prepare your food. It seems like I have become your chef these days."
Abel packed up the Akara tent and started a fire again. He then began barbecuing a large chunk of meat in the fire. Seeing Black Wind's gaze locked on the meat, Abel mumbled, "When I have the chance to do potion study, I will feed you 'hunger suppressor' every day.
Black Wind suddenly felt a cool breeze in its heart as he stood on the side. It began to look around, trying to find a potential threat.
After Abel had settled down Black Wind, he finally had the free time to take a look at his training result throughout the night of realization.
First was his power of the will problem. It seemed like when he was executing the 'spirit transfer' spell. He was able to extend his power of the will for 17 meters. According to his memory, the records for his power of the will extension not long ago was only 16 meters. How could he extend for 17 meters?
Abel took out the short cane with the 'spirit transfer' spell again and tried to unleash the spirit transfer spell. When the pattern appeared, Abel's power of will began to extend. Soon, it had reached beyond 16 meters, 17 meters, 18 meters, at last, it arrived at 19 meters before coming to a halt.
What happened? Abel quickly took out an attribute sign from his Kong Kong spirit portal bag and placed his hand on top of it. After a while, a ray of white light flashed, and some statistics appeared on the attribute sign.
Power: 17.12
Speed: 4.50
Constitution:8.05
Will: 19.01
Mana:176/190
This result was beyond Abel's expectations. His power, speed, and constitution had all raised by 2 points, which was not hard to see why. He had increased from a rank 12 knight to a rank 18 knight, the increase in power and conditions was very normal. His increase in speed was probably due to the two qi pressuring points he had built under both of his feet.
However, his increase in the will was very weird. Although Abel had meditated every day, and he had dedicated a lot more time on it compared to other wizards due to the Rogue encampment, progress from meditation was often very slow. It shouldn't increase that much in such a short period of time.
Abel had drunk three bottles of 'soul potion' in the past two days. When he remembered how much 'soul potion' he had drank, he seemed to have found the reason for his increase in spirit. These potions were made out of souls. It could not only help him enter into a state of realization to do his training, but it could also increase his power of the will along the way. Every bottle could help him raise his will by one point. As he thought about the countless creatures of hell outside of the Rogue encampment, he felt the urge to kill them all.
Abel held back his urge and opened his Horadric cube. He began to search the skill tree for spells. There was an extra spell on the tree, and that was 'warmth.' The other spells haven't appeared on the skill tree.
It seemed like all the spells he had done during his state of realization was all simulated. He was not actually executing the spells, so the Horadric cube did not register it.
He needed to execute the two spells before it could appear on the skill tree. Abel poked his finger towards the sky and drew quickly while he spoke the spell of the elite elves, "Ice bolt!"
After half a second, an 'ice bolt' flew out from his finger. The 'ice bolt' was not fast; it was nothing compared to the flying speed of his 'fireball.'
The 'ice bolt' landed on the ground, and a patched of frost appeared on the ground as the Horadric cube flashed a dark gold light.
Following was the 'charging bolt.' "Charging bolt!" Abel shouted the spell of the elite elves, and two electric arcs appeared on the ground in front of him. These two electric arcs began to flash and continued to move forward on the ground without a sense of direction.
One of the electric arcs seemed to sense the presence of Black Wind, who was eating a chunk of beef at a side. The electric arc had found its target, and it began to rush towards Black Wind while flashing in bright light.
"Black Wind, be careful' Abel shouted to warn Black Wind as he saw the electric arc heading towards it.
It seemed like Black Wind didn't need Abel's warning. The moment when the electric arc took its turn, Black a Wind had already noticed. Although the electric arc was not slow, it was nothing compared to the speed of Black Wind. In no time, Black Wind had already run out of sight to a place that the electric bolt could never reach.
However, the chunk of beef which Black Wind had dropped on the ground was not as lucky. In a flash of electricity, countless small electric arcs had appeared on the surface of the beef.