freeallnovels Chapter 32 A Minor Disaster Arrives, the Original Crocodile Continues its Beautiful Stealth
Chapter 32 A Minor Disaster Arrives, the Original Crocodile Continues its Beautiful Stealth
Chapter 32 A Minor Disaster Arrives, the Original Crocodile Continues its Beautiful Stealth
They started blaming the Russian bear.
The Indian high-ranking official was the first to speak, his tone laced with suppressed anger.
"If we hadn't allied with the Russians back then, we might not have been beaten so badly—"
The monkey's superiors echoed this sentiment, their voices filled with resentment.
"That's right—if we don't form an alliance, the US won't keep attacking us, and we can at least hold out for a few more days—"
The higher-ups at Hanlie Cat sighed. Although they didn't directly accuse them, they had already cursed them a hundred times in their hearts.
In the bear section, Igor leaned back in his chair, listening to these complaints, his face so gloomy it could wring water out of it.
He sat up abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the three high-ranking officials. His voice wasn't loud, but it cut into everyone's hearts like a dull knife.
"Non-alignment? As if you'd have a good life if you didn't align."
He paused, then gave a cold laugh.
"Even without alliances, the US will still eliminate them one by one."
"Do you think you can escape?"
"Or do you think you can compete with the US?"
"There are only five spots available, and the US is in first place. Who do you think you can beat to get them?"
The three executives opened their mouths, then closed them again. No one spoke again.
They knew in their hearts that Igor was telling the truth.
Those words I just said were just angry words, spoken in despair.
Whose fault is it? The Russian bear? The American? Our own? We can't blame anyone.
It can only be said that—heaven is not on their side.
Or perhaps they can only blame themselves.
They chose such a weak one —
It's better to choose the original crocodile, hide in the water, and reduce its presence.
But—despite its low profile, it seems powerless in the face of natural disasters.
The Eagle Zone.
Hopkinley looked at the miserable state of the Vegetarian Alliance on the sky, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a small but just right smile.
He picked up his coffee cup, took a slow sip, and spoke casually, as if commenting on the weather.
"Favorable timing, advantageous location, and harmonious relationships."
He put down his cup, glanced at the three ashen faces of the vegetarian alliance, and smiled.
"It saves us the trouble of doing it ourselves."
"But—after the natural disaster, they'll have to take action against the Dragon Kingdom—"
Seeing the tragic state of the Vegetarian Alliance, Long Guo felt an even greater surge of despair that had been weighing on his heart.
Chinese netizens are also starting to worry.
[How is the original crocodile?]
[Could they have frozen to death in the water?]
[I don't dare think about it, it makes me panic. Will our original crocodile not even be able to reach the fourth stage?]
In the Longguo District office, Commander Hua stared at the snow-covered ice surface in the sky, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.
The white-bearded scientist sat beside him, his gray eyebrows slightly furrowed, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, as if trying to type out an answer.
Lin Xia, sitting in her private room, munched on sunflower seeds and glanced at the live chat with a blank expression.
Worried about the original crocodile?
What's there to worry about?
Your original crocodile grandfather immediately entered hibernation mode.
It's cold? Then we need to shrink even more.
Hungry? I'm not eating anymore.
My metabolism is set to its lowest level, and my heart rate is so slow that I can barely feel it, like a stone sinking to the bottom of the water.
It will naturally float to the surface once it's over.
No need to find food, no need to fight, no need to worry.
Hibernation, beautifully invisible.
Soon, the screen switched to show the whale dragon and the tetanuran.
On the snowfield, the whale dragon herd and the tetanuran herd roamed the same open area, only a few hundred meters apart, yet there were no signs of any fighting.
Although the continent's vegetarian resources are nearly half less than in autumn, they are more than enough to feed the two populations.
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The whale dragon lowered its head to nibble on the fern roots beneath the snowdrift, while the tetanuran chewed on the hard leaves of a cycad beside it. They ate their own food, occasionally glancing at each other before lowering their heads again.
Everyone knows that fighting at this time is pointless.
All that fighting over is for a bite to eat; the effort expended might be more than the food gained, making it a losing proposition.
When the wind and snow get heavier, they each find a sheltered cliff or a dense cycad forest to hide in, and then come out to continue eating when the snow subsides.
Igor from the bear section let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, and finally relaxed his clenched fist.
John Bull's LeBensser couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up, even with a hint of smugness.
Fortunately, he sided with the US.
When they rebelled, the main force of the Teostra didn't participate in any bloody battles. The group was intact and full of energy, which allowed them to get a share of the food during the cold winter when food was scarce.
He deliberately turned his head to look at the three members of the vegetarian alliance, his smile undisguised.
The three high-ranking members, Ah San, Monkey, and Han Lie Mao, felt that gaze, but they didn't even have the strength to be angry.
They thought of their own tribes, emaciated and staggering in the snowstorm, starving and emaciated, as seen in the sky.
Then look at those animals that are still eating grass in the snow, plump and strong.
Envy was written all over their faces.
The screen then cut to the Dilophosaurus of the United States and the Dimorphodon of South Korea.
As carnivores, they have no shortage of food.
The snow was littered with the carcasses of prey that had frozen or starved to death.
Some of the horned dinosaurs, ankylosaurs, and canines were half-buried in snow, with only a stiff hoof or half a frozen back showing.
Dilophosaurus did not need to actively hunt; it only needed to walk in the snow, locate the carcass by its sense of smell, walk over, dig through the snow with its claws, tear open the frozen flesh, and eat it in large bites.
After eating their fill, they would find a big tree or a sheltered cliff, lie down on the ground, and curl up to sleep.
Get up when you're hungry and look for more.
They live a more leisurely life than anyone else.
Dimorphodon is simpler.
The scraps left over from Dilophosaurus's diet were enough for them to survive: bits of meat on the bones, frozen pieces of internal organs, and layers of fat under the skin.
They take a few bites and that's their meal. After they're done eating, they fly up to a tree, perch on it, and wait for their next meal.
As for Maniraptors, they did not steal food from Dilophosaurus.
They couldn't compete with the carcasses of other animals, so they could only find small animal carcasses, mostly canine jawed beasts, frozen solid.
The maniraptors swarmed around in groups of three or five, tore open the frozen skin with their sharp claws, and worked together to devour it clean.
The scene then shifted to the cherry blossoms and the ridged dragon.
They were right next to the edge of Dilophosaurus's territory, quietly grazing on the remaining ferns behind a leeward, low slope.
Dilophosaurus were lying nearby, some sleeping, some licking the frostbite on their claws, but none of them glanced in the direction of the skeletal dragon.
There's more dead prey than we can eat; there's no need to hunt live prey.
Because of the presence of Dilophosaurus, other predators dared not approach the area.
The ridged dragon was able to quietly enjoy the few plants nearby, and when it got cold, it would huddle together, its skeletal plates interlocking to keep warm.
Although they don't have the same comfortable lives as carnivores, they have at least managed to stand firm during this harsh winter.
The senior executives all nodded slightly in approval, indicating their satisfaction.
Then, everyone became curious.
How is the original crocodile of the Dragon Kingdom doing?
Is he dead or not?
He should be dead by now.
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