Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
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 entrance called out, smiling and waving at the staggering newcomers. "Quick, come in. Have something to eat!"
After a tense sprint of some 800 meters, the young and middle-aged men were gassed out. Gasping for air, they followed the instructions of these men and were herded into the camp.
These strangers from Weisshem seemed to have experience organizing groups of people too, efficiently dividing the newcomers into batches of 30 or 50 and leading them to prearranged areas to sit down.
As soon as Johan sat down, someone with a large bucket and a stack of bowls hurried over.
Like Johan, all the Indahl men's eyes were glued to the large wooden bucket. Those closer could better smell the enticing aroma, and if they hadn't exhausted all their energy and were practically unable to stand, a scramble might have broken out.
Soon, Johan received a glass bowl about the size of his palm (actually a lead-free glass bowl used in southern provinces for making "bowl cakes" and also used in bea
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