Chapter 191: Second Battle (3)
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 191: Second Battle (3)

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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