The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

The walled village protects the village, preventing the undead wandering in the wilderness from entering the village.

Zhao Hao's spiritual consciousness was released, and he scanned a hundred miles away, and finally saw the so-called undead.

The so-called undead are actually skeletons and zombies. Of course, the zombies here are not eastern zombies like generals, but western zombies with rotting flesh.

These skeletons and zombies move slowly and don't have any obvious abilities, but they are one thing, they are numerous, especially numerous, there are tens of thousands of them in the wilderness outside this village.

The night came very suddenly, even in the first minute, the sun just set on Xiashan Mountain, and in the next minute, the whole world was dark.

Around the wall, a pyre was lit, and the flames tore through the darkness.

In the dilapidated wooden house, Zhao Hao was sitting in front of the brazier and warming the fire. Opposite him, the widow was sitting there sideways without saying a word, serving dinner on the brazier.

And this so-called dinner, which is a few things similar to sweet potatoes, looks dark and makes people lose their appetite.

Of course, today's Zhao Hao, as a quasi-sage, will never feel hungry even if he never eats or drinks.

Looking past the steam in the middle, Zhao Hao's eyes fell on the widow.

This widow, in her early 20s, has long blond hair and wears a linen skirt that she has worn for some years. It is tattered and patched in many places.

As for whether the widow was ugly or beautiful, Zhao Hao couldn't judge with the naked eye, because the widow's face was stained with something similar to the blackness of the bottom of the pot, but the figure under the linen skirt should be very good.

Since Zhao Hao came here, he has never heard a word from this widow, and he even suspects that this widow is dumb or deaf.

Throughout the night, the widow sat in front of the brazier, with her head bowed, roasting the lumpy food similar to sweet potatoes.

Looking at the black thing, Zhao Hao took out a large piece of dragon meat from the Chaos Orb, and handed it to the widow.

The widow slowly raised her head, her eyes looked at Zhao Hao, and at the same time she looked at the dragon meat in Zhao Hao's hand. In these eyes, Zhao Hao clearly read the deep longing.

In this backward era, women are just a tool for men to reproduce, and if a woman's husband dies, what awaits this woman will be an extremely sad fate.

Without labor and dedication, it would be impossible to get food. Even if her husband died fighting for the village, no one would sympathize with her, because there is no surplus food in this village to support an idler.

The lumpy thing in the widow's hand should also be the root of some kind of plant dug in the wild. God knows how long she hasn't eaten meat.

The widow looked at the dragon meat in Zhao Hao's hand, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Although she was very eager, she finally shook her head, turned around, held the black thing in her hand, and started to eat it in small bites. .

Zhao Hao stood up with a cold face, walked around the brazier, couldn't help but knock the black thing in the woman's hand to the ground, then pulled the metal roll from the woman's hand, inserted it into the On the dragon meat.

The flame in the brazier was roasting the dragon meat, and Zhao Hao took out some seasonings from the Chaos Pearl and sprinkled it evenly on the dragon meat.

Under the burning of the flame, the dragon meat made a sizzling sound, and an indescribable meaty smell permeated the entire wooden house.

The widow curled up and sat beside the brazier, staring at the dragon meat without blinking her eyes, swallowing a mouthful of saliva from time to time.

After the dragon meat was roasted, Zhao Hao cut off a large piece with a knife and handed it to the widow.

"Eat."

The widow looked at him, hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of the dragon meat, took the dragon meat, and turned around again.

Zhao Hao sat there, looked at the woman whose back was facing him, and sighed.

As the night darkened, Zhao Hao lay down on the bed that the widow had laid out for him.

This g is not so much a g, as it is a wooden board with a layer of straw, except for a blanket made of the fur of an unknown animal, there is nothing.

When Zhao Hao felt a little bit sleepy, there was a roar from outside, and then the outside of the room became noisy.

The lights in the room inside were turned on, and the widow walked out holding the lamp made of animal oil in her hand. Zhao Hao could see a look of panic on the face covered with pot black.

"Don't go out, there will be dead spirits outside." When Zhao Hao opened the door and was about to go out, a crisp voice came from behind him.

Hearing this voice, he paused for a moment, turned around, and saw only the widow in his eyes.

It turned out that the widow was not dumb.

"It's okay." Zhao Hao took out a large and generous sword, gestured in front of him, and said to the widow with a smile.

After Zhao Hao walked out of the house, the widow walked to the door, leaned against the door frame, and looked at the back of the person going away.

On the wall, the flames were bright, hundreds of men wearing leather armor and holding longbows and other weapons were staring at the outside of the wall, and the mage in robes was among them.

"Outsider, this is not the place for you, go back." Seeing Zhao Hao, a rough man pointing at him with an axe, he shouted coldly.

The voice here attracted the attention of everyone on the wall, and the robed mage saw Zhao Hao.

"Let him come up."

In this village, this sorcerer obviously had an absolutely transcendent status. When he spoke, the man standing in front of Zhao Hao was unwilling, but still stepped aside.

Zhao Hao went up to the wall, looked outside the wall, and in the dead and silent wilderness, thousands of black shadows were swaying towards the wall.

"Host, you are wasting time, do you know that?" Xiao Ling's disdainful voice came from his mind.

Zhao Hao pouted, completely ignoring Xiao Ling.

What he is doing now is indeed a waste of time. As a sub-sage, as long as he is willing, everything within a radius of tens of thousands of miles cannot escape his eyes.