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The edge of the Razor Plain.
In the cave.
Gang Le sat by the fire, squinting at the map in his hand.
Beside him were Chris, Tucson, and the Snow Rabbit Person, Kael.
The map was densely packed with markings of mountains, rivers, lakes, and various caves.
In addition, there were also markings for the Lizardmen's camp and the burial pits.
Tucson discovered thirteen patches of freshly turned earth within dozens of kilometers which all seemed to be burial pits.
Even if each pit contained only twenty or thirty corpses, together there would be hundreds.
"Even if, as Tucson said, it's some kind of ritual, it wouldn't require so many burial pits, right?"
Chris voiced his doubts while looking at the map,
"We found only twenty-six Lizardmen in the camp, it can't be the Lord's Bloodscale Tribe camp."
"Those huts look to be hastily assembled, just a temporary stopover."
"Do the Lizardmen really conduct rituals away from their own camp?"
"It doesn't make sense."
