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The torchlight flickered slightly, and the Scar Lizardman felt a chill down its spine as it gazed at the scene before it.
In the spacious cave, mounds built of flesh stretched densely into the darkness.
Each mound was about half a man's height, with a wet, sticky surface emitting a sweet, putrid stench.
Black-red liquid flowed upstream in the mounds, pouring into the pits at their centers.
Inside, the Mixed Blood stood naked with eyes closed.
The black-red liquid, like maggots, slowly wriggled up and twined around the bodies of these Mixed Bloods.
The skin of these Mixed Bloods was grayish-white, yet they were unusually tall.
Even standing in the mounds, they seemed almost two meters high.
Their shoulders had broadened, and their physiques far surpassed that of ordinary Lizardmen.
The Scar Lizardman's eyes widened in astonishment as it took all this in, so much so that when the Great Shaman placed a hand on its shoulder, it shivered in fright.
"Great Shaman."
