Chapter 710 Wool Weaver Inala

710 Wool Weaver Inala

Petrichor Savannah!

It was a decently large region on Sumatra, somewhat similar to the Sticky-Slip Plateau in terms of size. The vegetation was decent but not enough to satisfy the needs of large group of herbivore Pranic Beasts.

Migration was common across this place, with herds of Pranic Beasts moving about from one part of the region to another every few days. The most prominent group among them consisted of a bawling creature that emanated the scent of fresh milk.

A quadrupedal creature that reached a height of two metres and a length of four metres. Thick, bow-shaped horns formed on its forehead, similar to a mountain goat, powerful enough for it to ram into its target.

Its frontal body was built with closely-packed clusters of muscles, enabling swift acceleration in the forward direction. The rear body muscles though weren't the same, resulting in its weakness of being unable to take backsteps.

It had two sets of hooves that could retract and emerge from the bottom of its limb. The first set was similar to the hooves of a mountain goat that allowed it to move about on hard surfaces, especially rocky hillscapes that it fled towards at the sight of a predator.

The second set of hooves was soft, resembling that of a feline, allowing it to sprint across the savannah for short distances at top speed to flee from a predator. The thick scent of milk it released registered it as a newborn in the senses of external parties.

Even if the external party could see that they were grown adults, the scent would make them subconsciously let their guard down and consider these Pranic Beasts weaker than they were. That provided them plenty of chances to escape from their predators.

Advanced Iron Grade Pranic Beast—Balghat!

With a Prana capacity of 740 and a lifespan of 60 years, a Balghat wasn't powerful in the grand scheme of things. Even in the Petrichor Savannah where it primarily lived, this race was labelled a prey.

Balghats only had a single eye on its forehead, lodged in the centre of its bow-shaped horns, protected by a thick layer of keratin that surrounds it like walls. This, while protecting its eye, also limits its vision.

Balghats had a tunnel vision, which prompted them to move about as a herd. Otherwise, they had too many blind spots to be targeted by predators.

Currently running about along the edges of the Petrichor Savannah was a herd that numbered close to four hundred. It was one of the smaller herds, releasing a dense scent of milk while occupying a rocky hill as their territory for the few days they planned to stay there.

With the rocky hill as their base, they moved about in the region, primarily consuming the leaves of the shrubs and trees that grew nearby.

They moved about in a circular formation, with all Balghats facing outwards to minimise their blind spots as much as possible. One of the Balghats approached a tree and rammed into it, collapsing it after a few consecutive rams. As the tree collapsed with a thud, it approached its foliage and began to munch on its leaves. Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

A Balghat could leap up to a height of fourteen metres, but the action strained its muscles. It only resorted to it while fleeing from a predator.

While grazing, if a Balghat comes across a large tree, it would jump once and ram into a branch with enough leaves for its consumption. If there were no such branches, it would ram into the trunk of the tree and collapse it.

As the quantity of leaves on this particular tree were limited, the Balghat felled it, beginning to consume the foliage soon after. But while it was in the middle of its eating session, it heard bleats from its brethren, promptly leaping high into the air to watch a humanoid figure rush past its prior location.

11:34

One of the Balghats evaded the humanoid figure's lunge by jumping high up in the air and unleashed Wool Expansion. Once the humanoid was trapped in the layer of wool, the Balghats rammed into the target, taking turns until it was presumed dead.

There was no more danger following that. One of their brethren had died to mysterious causes, but other than that, everything else was fine. Hence, once they had their fill, they returned to their home, leaving the corpse of their fallen behind.

They had no tradition to care about their fallen, but instead left it behind to fill the stomachs of the predators. This way, they won't be targeted by the satiated predators. This was the logic with which the Balghats operated.

Once the herd left the place, two humanoid figures crawled towards the corpse, their eyes red, their teeth dripping saliva, and their bodies covered by mud as a form of camouflage. They were none other than the duo of Inala and Virala.

"Finally, some good stuff." Inala said as he approached the beaten-up humanoid figure and touched the wool constricting it. He began to tug the strings, gradually opening up an entrance. He widened the gap and pulled out the mashed corpse inside, addressing Virala, "Here's your puppet."

"It is damaged pretty badly."

"Shit!" Virala grumbled as he observed the corpse which resembled him. He had created it using his body parts after all. By taking off an arm, he supplied it with Prana until it began to regenerate the rest of the body.

It was a painstaking process, consuming a lot of Prana, but the result was a Spirit Weapon that he could expertly control like a puppet. After all, Virala was controlling his own body, one detached from himself.

"How much Prana do you think will it take to heal it?" Inala asked as he shot a glance at Virala.

"At least around two hundred." Virala sighed as he stared at the corpse of the Balghat, "We'll barely be able to replenish ourselves after the expenditure."

"That's pretty good then," Inala said and began to trail his hands across the wool, soon pulling out a long string. He grinned as he began to form a roll using the extracted string, "Once the Balghat unleashes Wool Expansion, its layer of wool takes the form of strings to better constrict its target. And that makes it easy to gather a roll of thread that is uniformly long and unbroken."

As the puppet controlled by Virala didn't resist and was quickly rammed to death, the wool barely sustained any damage. In an hour, Inala had two large rolls of wool beside him, stating happily, "I'll weave a strong suit for the both of us through this."

"Thank you," Virala said as he worked on recovering his two crushed puppets, "I'll scout out the place until then."

"Sounds like a plan," Inala nodded and asked, "So, which Pranic Beast are we targeting next?"

"Let's gather as much wool as possible." Virala said and pointed at a direction, "There's a nomadic Free Human Kingdom in Petrichor Savannah. They have recently aligned themselves with the Varahan Empire."

"We'll enter them as merchants selling intricately crafted wool clothes." He said and stared at the speed Inala's hands danced in awe, "Yeah, no one else can exceed your craftmanship."

"So, we'll be making bank."