The Dark Valley’s protection circle was the strongest circle Abel had. It could even defend against attacks from official wizards if it had a gem in it.

Maybe Abel just wanted to waste an elite gem in an intermediate circle.

Just in case, he let the stone giant stand outside to protect the circle. Though it just 2 meters high now, it was recovering.

Abel was a little relieved when he saw it outside the circle, and White Cloud was flying as a scout. If anything happened, it could warn him by the soul chain.

A portal with blue light appeared at the mid of circle, Abel let some summons get into the summoning dimension and entered into the portal with Fly Fire and Black Wind.

The rogue encampment was quiet, as always. The wind and steam could make people forgotten every bad thing, just like heaven.

It was the first time Fly Fire went into the Dark World. The abundance of mana made it excited. Mana was the most important resource for dragons, which was why many people thought dragons liked shiny items. Gems were sources of mana.

Fly Fire, who was never surrounded by so much mana, felt every excitement in every cell in his body. It wanted to make a loud, deafening roar.

Abel closed its mouth with a slap and said, “Don’t use Long Yin here. It’s important to me.” It nodded sadly.

Black Wind walked to Fly Fire to comfort it.

Abel took out the Intermediate Poly Magic Circle, which consisted of 49 circle signs and a magic circle board. It looked expensive–the one the dwarves had used just 36 circle signs.

Abel spent 1 hour placing the 49 cards and set the magic circle board and 6 gems at the mid.

The 6 gems were flashed, and the light moved with the sequence of circle signs. In just a second, the circle seemed to be activated.

A hole appeared in the sky. Mana passed that hole and was absorbed by the circle. Abel, who was sitting in the middle, had thought the mana was rain, but they were really drops that consisted of mana suspended in the air.

The Intermediate Poly Magic Circle was better than the basic one. Fly Fire, just playing with Black Wind, was abstracted by these suspending drops. It looked surprised, and it tried to bite them. For a while, it closed eyes. The golden light was attracting the mana drops to gather towards it. Abel laughed at Fire Fly’s

Abel opened the Akara’s tent. he wanted to make several options of light healing and light mana in it.

Abel took a beaker from the table and heated it under the fire he created with his power of will and a gem. Then, he mashed several herbs and threw it into the beaker. In just a second, he added water and other herbs. They were herbs mixed that changed color and smelled strange, but Abel didn’t hesitate. Like each of his steps: he had already measured the temperature of the fire and amount of water he needed before.

The reaction in the beaker was beginning more and more intense. It would be broken if Abel didn’t keep changing the degree of fire. Now Abel needed to be more careful. Any mistake would ruin his effort.

The process of creating potion in the real world was different from that in virtual, he would not fail in virtual where his soul controlled the unreal hands directly, but in the real world, everything was possible.

Abel’s hands were unique. He was a commander with each movement precisely in the long-term and restrict training, plus he had learned how to draw runes and curve rune signs. He had mastered delicacy and strength and could almost measure the weight of potions.

Time passed. The beaker was boiling and seemed like it was going to erupt like a volcano. Each herb Abel threw in it helped accelerate the eruption.

But as Abel threw the last herb in it, the mixture changed to form calm water with a nice scent.

It succeeded! Abel looked at the beaker happily. He had spent much time searching these potions, but he learned and made them finally

He had made many potions, but these potions and only these got the approvement of Horadric Cube.