If these Mammoths had lived in the modern era, they would have been able to smell it: the uniquely scented liquid humans were using to bathe them was gasoline.
Outside the cave.
The commander lit a cigarette and asked, "Has it all been poured in?"
"All poured! All ten tanker trucks are empty!"
"Good. Get back and keep your distance."
The commander nodded, then walked up to the pipeline.
Listening to the roars echoing from within, he chuckled. "I know you’re in a hurry, but hold your horses—you’ll have plenty to be anxious about in a moment."
"Alright, that’s about enough. You’ve had your bath; now it’s time to steam you in a sauna."
He tossed the lit cigarette inside.
The next instant—
"BOOM!"
Inside the cave, a raging inferno erupted!
In a flash, a bath turned into a cremation!
The icy snow cave transformed into an oven!
Fire soared within the dark cavern; the gasoline covering the floor turned into a sea of flames. The Mammoths, their fur soaked in fuel, let out shrill roars, struggling in agony before collapsing in the embers.
They were creatures of the Winter Temple, born in the Ice Age!
To them, this fire was more terrifying than any blade.
In that instant, they felt the full intensity of human hospitality—fiery and fervent!
Some Mammoths, unable to bear the torture of the flames, even slammed their own heads against the cave walls, killing themselves on the spot.
"Roar!"
Within an hour, the cave fell silent.
The flames had died down, leaving only the smell of charred …
Chapter 511