Chapter 875: Forest Camp_2

Thus, the situation, as it looks presently, is still comparatively good.

When only the campfire before their eyes continued to burn deep into the night, the hollowed-out dry branches crackled as they burned, and the plump fish that had been sleeping in the small river were simply yanked out after these people broke the ice on the river's surface.

Because of the cold, these unlucky plump fish were too lethargic to move and were easily caught by the bare hands of these mercenaries, cleaned, and then placed on the campfire.

Just like that, inexplicably, they became the evening meal for this group of mercenaries.

Soon, as the flames roasted the flesh, the oils hidden within the tender fish slowly began to emerge.

At that time, people could start to smell the sweet aroma emanating from the roasting meat; it was this fragrance they inhaled.

And this fragrance of the food seemed to provide a sort of mental solace.