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Chapter 31 Winter is Coming, Despair Reached the Leaders!
Chapter 31 Winter is Coming, Despair Reached the Leaders!
This news came like a bucket of ice water, chilling most of the people in the global joint command center to the bone.
The leaders of the vegetarian alliance looked ashen-faced, and the leaders of the meat-eating camp were no better off.
Winter is cruel to everyone; it's just that people die in different ways.
The Dragon Kingdom District was in utter despair!
Lin Xia simply smiled faintly.
No food?
Learn about ultra-low metabolism.
Your grandfather, the Crocodile, could survive for three years without food, so what's a mere winter?
Moreover, the original crocodile has an incredible characteristic in the water.
It heats up slowly and cools down slowly.
Water is the natural insulating layer with the highest specific heat capacity. In winter, the water temperature drops much slower than the air temperature, and in summer, it rises much slower than the air temperature.
Compared to the dinosaurs on land, whose bones ached from the cold wind and whose skin was torn open by the scorching sun, the proto-crocodiles in the water were living in a constant-temperature villa.
He originally sent the original crocodile into the water to evolve into an amphibian to protect it from that meteorite.
After all, the impact of a meteorite is not just a matter of an ice age.
Unexpectedly, Earth 0L's plans were even more comprehensive than he had imagined, adding another "minor natural disaster" between the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods.
An appetizer.
A cold winter?
It doesn't matter.
Grandpa Crocodile is going to disappear into the shadows again.
Chinese netizens watched as players from various countries frantically made phone calls, held meetings, and argued while observing the civilizations of different nations on the celestial screen.
And Lin Xia————
He still sat with his legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds, a calm smile on his face that made you want to punch him, but inside he was filled with despair.
While everyone else is thinking about how to live, he's thinking about what sunflower seeds taste like.
I think I understand now. It's not that he has a good attitude; he's just not in character at all.
Please, just pretend to be nervous for a second. It would make things easier for us.
I can't tell if he really has a trump card up his sleeve, or if he's just giving up and waiting to die.
Dragon Kingdom District.
Commander Hua picked up the communicator, stared at Lin Xia's number for a few seconds, and then slowly put it down.
The white-bearded scientist turned his head to the side.
"Not playing anymore?"
The commander leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes briefly.
"Is it even useful? I'm fed up with this."
He opened his eyes, his gaze passing through the screen to land on that excessively young face, his voice low and deep, like a sigh squeezed from the depths of his throat.
"Lin Xia, let me see what makes you so confident."
On what grounds?
He didn't even know what he was still expecting.
But the boy sitting with his legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds in the sky, did have something about him that was hard to describe.
It's not giving up, it's not rebellion, it's not acting out of spite.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but that smile didn't seem forced.
They can't figure out why Lin Xia has this advantage.
The scene on the sky suddenly changed, attracting everyone's attention.
The sun was still hanging in the sky, but its light seemed to have been filtered out by something, making it blindingly white and offering no warmth when it shone on you.
The sky faded from azure to grayish-white, like a faded old cloth hanging low overhead.
On the first day, the wind changed direction.
It was no longer the warm, humid monsoon of the Jurassic period, but a dry, sharp wind from the north that felt like a knife cutting into the skin.
The fern leaves began to curl, and the edges of the cycad's hard leaves turned yellowish-brown.
On the third day, the first layer of ice formed on the river. It was thin and transparent, like a layer of cellophane spread on the water.
The crocodile's eyes emerged from beneath the ice, its bulging pupils darting around before disappearing back down.
On the fifth day, the snow came.
It wasn't the gentle, falling snowflakes, but rather dense, stinging snowflakes carried by the gale, hitting my face painfully.
A gray-white snow curtain swept in from the horizon, swallowing up the distant hills and fern forests.
The fern leaves were broken by the weight of the snow, and the hard leaves of the cycads were covered with icicles, which jingled and clanged in the wind.
On the tenth day, the earth turned white.
It wasn't just patches of white; it was an endless expanse of pure white, stretching from our feet all the way to the horizon.
The outline of the fern forest was smoothed out by the snow, the river turned into a white ribbon, and even the huge cycads were just blurry shadows.
The air was devoid of the damp, earthy smell characteristic of the Jurassic period; instead, it was filled with a dry, cold chill that sent shivers down your spine when inhaled.
Two weeks later, winter officially arrived.
The text in the sky reappeared, suspended above this frozen land.
Winter has arrived.
The scene shifted to the three remaining ethnic groups within the Vegan Alliance.
The group of ceratopsians huddled in a sheltered, low-lying area, their numbers dwindling from three digits before the war to less than twenty.
The situation was even worse for the Ankylosaurus, with only a dozen or so old, weak, and sick remaining. Their thick hides were covered in frost, and they lay on the ground, too weak to even stand up.
The herd of canines almost disappeared from the scene, with only a few small gray figures occasionally emerging from the snow, shakily digging through the snow in search of food, before quickly retreating back into their burrows.
They all wanted to find food.
The horned dragon dug around in the snow for a long time, only managing to gnaw on a few frozen, blackened grass roots.
The Ankylosaurus found a fern remnant half-buried in snow, but before it could even open its mouth, it was chased away by a passing Tetanurae.
The canine jaw beast fared even worse; the food near the cave had long been exhausted, and if it ventured even a little further, it would encounter a whale dragon.
Although those enormous creatures don't eat meat, one stomp from them is enough to kill.
For the first month or two, we were able to barely find anything to eat.
Later on, almost all the edible plants were taken by the Tetanurae and Cetiosaurus.
The number of sturdy-tailed dragons is large, and they leave nothing but desolation in their wake.
Although the number of whale dragons was small, their size was such that when they bumped into and pushed, the herd of ceratopsians had no choice but to give way.
Then, the population began to gradually decrease.
They didn't die in battle; they starved to death.
First the elderly and frail, then those who were still injured, and finally even some healthy adults began to fall ill.
One after another, cold corpses lay scattered across the snow. Some died lying face down, while others collapsed as they walked and never stood up again.
The vegetarian community members stared at the sky, tears streaming down their faces.
【Ceratopsian — My Ceratopsian — How come there are only so few left? —】
[This game is idiotic, I'm so pissed off, it's deliberately disgusting!]
[Tetanurae and Waidogami, you steal our food! You deserve to die a horrible death!]
[It's over, it's all over. We're out of the top five, we can't even survive.]
The leaders of the Vegetarian Alliance looked ashen-faced.
The voice of the Indian high-ranking official was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"We can't even get into the fourth stage."
The monkey's superiors trembled for a long time before managing to squeeze out only a few words.
"They starved to death—they all starved to death—"
The higher-ups of Hanscats remained silent, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at the canine-jawed beasts huddled in the snow on the sky.
They then turned their gaze to the Russian leadership, their eyes filled with resentment.