Reborn I am the villain

The old man with a huge bone stick on top of his head yelled in astonishment, and then babbled a bunch of languages ​​he didn't understand.The man pointed at him with one hand, and the orcs around him suddenly knelt down together.

Those who fell off the high platform simply gave up climbing up and knelt down with a clatter.

Looking at this weird scene, Wang Hao felt his scalp tingle.

Although these orcs didn't look malicious, they couldn't feel at ease if they couldn't understand each other's language.

Open the mall to find the language master, I don't know if it will work for the language of the other world.

Gritting his teeth and buying the three-day prescription, Wang Hao couldn't help feeling a heartache when he saw how little reputation he had left.

"Gods, gods come to the world!"

The moment he clicked to use it, the words spoken by the elder suddenly became a language that Wang Hao could understand.

"The patriarch is saved!"

The high priest with all white hair and a bone rod came over and looked at Wang Hao excitedly.

Wang Hao fell from a height, his body was still aching, he stood up with a stiff smile.

Suddenly the other party's giant palm slapped Wang Hao's shoulder, and Wang Hao's qi and blood immediately surged, almost flying out.

"God, please save the crocodilians from the fire and water. Yama is the hope of our crocodilians, and it cannot just die!"

Wang Hao stabilized his figure, circulated the true energy in his body, strengthened the strength of his feet, so as not to be shot out again, then looked at the rejuvenation of the wonderful hand in his inventory, and said to the high priest: "Who is Yama?"

"Yama is the leader of the crocodiles."

Wang Hao nodded.

It seems that something happened to the patriarch of the crocodile tribe. These people were praying to the gods, and the cheating system happened to teleport themselves to this altar.

Looking at the 'giant' like hills around him, Wang Hao couldn't help laughing stiffly.

M, if I say that they misidentified the person, oh no, they misidentified the 'God', will they be slapped to death here?
"Take me to see your leader, but whether to heal or not depends on your sincerity."

Consumption is of no use here, so Wang Hao decided to go and see the injured leader first.

His current identity is a god, and if the other party is already sick and dying, he will say that he has offended the gods, and the gods will let him die.

After Wang Hao finished speaking, he found that all the sounds he uttered were "Luoha" and "Luoha", but the length and tone were different, and he couldn't help but feel very magical.

Although the crocodile race has the word 'crocodile', except for the scales on the skin, which are similar to crocodiles, most of the other places are different.

It seems that this 'crocodile tribe' is different from what Wang Hao imagined.

Wang Hao looked at the world around him, and the wheel of fortune flashed golden light, proving that this should not be an unlucky option.

So what effect will it have on yourself?

Twelve hours, what will he gain?
While thinking silently, a huge banquet was carried over and stopped in front of Wang Hao.

The high priest respectfully invited Wang Hao to go up, but Wang Hao was not polite, and directly sat on the seat made of huge vines, and let them carry it to the so-called 'patriarch'.

Wang Hao looked at the surrounding environment. This alien world is full of natural power. The huge vines are like giant pythons circling and spinning, the trunks reach the sky straight into the sky, and the flowers on the side are as big as a bucket. Even if they bloom sporadically, they are all over the mountains and plains. It is appalling.

The seat on which Wang Hao was sitting was composed of several huge vines winding and interlacing, with a big flower in the middle, and Wang Hao was sitting on this 'stamen'.The huge body of the crocodilians followed Teng Lu, looking very magnificent.

"This place is full of aura, so the plants can soar."

Wang Hao touched the huge stamen under his hand, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Good fortune celestial arts are good fortune magical skills left in ancient times, many of which are to communicate with heaven, earth and nature.

There is very little spiritual energy in this world, so one can only rely on one's own practice to develop true energy.If the heaven and the earth can be communicated naturally, and the spiritual energy can be absorbed to replenish the true energy, wouldn't this be a rare place for cultivation?

When Wang Hao thought of this, his heart couldn't help but move, and he immediately found the good fortune chapter of the good fortune fairy art in his spiritual consciousness, and learned how to absorb spiritual energy in the most basic exercises.

Then he closed his eyes, sensing the aura around him, he closed his eyes and settled down!

When everyone walked to the patriarch's house, Wang Hao just opened his eyes.

"call."

He breathed out a mouthful of turbid air, and suddenly felt as light as a swallow, and the true energy in his body was surging vigorously, which was a considerable improvement compared to before!
"It's exactly what I thought it would be!"

Looking at his arm, Wang Hao couldn't help but smile.

"God, we're here."

The high priest's voice was very solemn, and he was full of awe for every word Wang Hao said.

Wang Hao nodded, and walked out of the seat with the bow of the High Priest Envoy.

In front of Wang Hao was a primitive tribe resembling the prehistoric era.On the large open space, vine houses made of vines and branches are densely scattered, and there are various crocodiles walking back and forth inside.

The place where Wang Hao is at the moment is the highest and most conspicuous position in the main open space. A luxurious vine house stands here, surrounded by vine houses like stars.

Wang Hao nodded.

The style of this vine house is worthy of Yama's status.

Presumably the High Priestess had already sent someone to notify Wang Hao that just as Wang Hao entered the door, a tall female crocodile surrounded by waiters immediately came to salute.

"God."

Wang Hao looked at the dots of red painted on the blue scales, and suddenly his whole body went numb, and he said cleverly: "There is no need to be polite."

"God, this is Yazha of the crocodile tribe, and also the wife of the patriarch."

The high priest made an introduction, and then asked about the situation of the Yazha patriarch, and Yazha immediately explained it in detail.

It turned out that the crocodile tribe had just experienced a brutal struggle a while ago. Alien beasts outside attacked the tribe. The patriarch of the crocodile tribe was pecked by the poisonous beak of a flying bird in the sky. The wound was festered and infected, and he was already in danger.

In Wang Hao's view, this other world is just the epitome of a prehistoric primitive tribe.

Most of the deaths of soldiers here are not directly killed by the enemy, but because of the lack of advanced medical technology in the later stage.

Wang Hao walked into the room where the crocodile-human Yama lived, and suddenly a rotten smell hit him, almost knocking him out.

Stretching out his hand to weaken his sense of smell, Wang Hao looked at the rattan bed, where a huge figure was lying there.He was wearing more gorgeous clothes than the high priest, and a big hole with a diameter of ten centimeters on his shoulder was being exposed.Among them, black blood stains spread, and the surrounding meat tended to rot, emitting bursts of stench.

Hearing the movement, the crocodile on the bed opened his eyes and looked at Wang Hao for 30 seconds before he spoke slowly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, warrior."