Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1097- Puppet Ruins
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 311 - The Unusual Light Elemental Dungeon
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 190: Second Battle (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 581: Red Threads Encirclement
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 283: Revenge
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 205: Dream
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1096- Seems like an easter egg
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 911: Searching (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1095.5- Barbecued bird (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3811: Master
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 11: It’s Fine, Just Do Better In Your Next Life
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 580: Since You Have No Words, We Can Only Kill Each Other
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 282: Truth and Madness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 204: Stairs
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1095- Barbecued bird
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 910: Searching
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 909: Completion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1094- Flame
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 191: Second Battle (3) (Teaser)
When Johan was about a hundred meters away from Weisshem's camp, he smelled an extremely enticing and very familiar aroma.
Having only eaten a handful of boiled potatoes in the last 20 hours, Johan's entire sensory system went into overdrive. He inhaled deeply as saliva flooded his mouth, and even his stomach, quietly nestled in his abdomen, began to contract, signaling hunger.
Johan wasn't the only one enticed by the aroma. He heard the man with a stubbly chin to his right gulp hard, making a gurgling sound.
Being in proximity to so many undead made these hunger-stricken young and middle-aged men too afraid to express their emotions, so they only quickened their pace unknowingly.
By the time Johan, whose legs were starting to ache from the running, finally reached the front of Weisshem's camp, he could finally see the source of the aroma.
Beyond the camp walls made of wood and stone, on an open space within, large pots were steaming on a row of simple stone and mud stoves.
"They are here, they are here!" the men guarding the camp ent
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