Fearsome Martial Bear
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The morning rose a little late because of the rain. It was cold as night even after the sun had already risen above the Andes Mountain Range.
The defeat and the spreading poison in the camps had delivered a huge blow to the army's morale, just like the gloomy sky without the slightest glimpse of sunlight.
Mo Fan was sleeping lightly. He was dreaming about the delicious seafood back in his homeland when a pungent and burning smell assailed his nostrils and woke him up.
"Don't tell me they are using human fat to cook us breakfast!" Zhao Manyan swore as soon as he was woken up by the terrible smell.
"A fire broke out," Mu Bai woke up earlier than them. He gave Mo Fan a wet towel and said, "The quarantine zone where the infected are at has caught fire."