Stop, Turtle, there are crocodiles outside!

Upon seeing the original crocodile, the observers of the Thousand Lakes Kingdom immediately realized that something was terribly wrong.

Damn it, they opened the champagne too early at halftime!

Wait a minute, he hasn't even popped the champagne yet!

He's the victim!

Although the sheer number of crocodiles is somewhat of a headache.

But he still held onto a sliver of hope and quietly counted the number of the original crocodiles.

"One, five, ten, fifteen, twenty... Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! No, fuck! fuck! fuck!"

His hands started shaking when he counted to around thirty.

My legs started shaking when I counted to around fifty.

When I counted over a hundred, I collapsed onto the sofa.

The hillside was teeming with crocodiles!

The scene was just like a villain in a movie who thought victory was assured, only to have the protagonist return with a massive army to fight back.

Stop it, turtle! There are crocodiles everywhere outside!

At this moment, if he could, this observer of civilization from the Kingdom of Thousand Lakes would really like to say:

"Hey, we were just joking! How could you call for help?"

So these three primal crocodiles were just the vanguard; the main primal crocodile army was behind them.

This is really going to be a disaster!

In fact, this observer of civilization from the Kingdom of Thousand Lakes was quite mistaken.

This original crocodile population didn't want to stay here.

Because the Heterodontidae prefers to eat roots and stems, it basically lives in caves. At first glance, this hilly area doesn't seem to have any living creatures, only countless pits and holes.

Who would want to live in a place like this?

But this time it really was a coincidence.

Their three original crocodile brothers separated from them because of the strong current.

By the time they realized what was happening, they had already drifted a very, very far away.

Because of the rapid current, they could not swim upstream and could only go ashore to look back for the three original crocodile brothers.

Then, as I walked along, I came across this scene.

Upon seeing so much food here, this original crocodile population declared that this place was paradise!

The mountains and fields were covered with Heterodontidae, densely packed like ears of wheat in a field.

One of the crocodiles was already drooling.

The other one opened its mouth, and the third one took a step forward.

They can even imagine that they will successfully evolve into the protocrocodile's large stomach.

This is a tribute to our ancestors!

A single Protocrocodilian might not be able to defeat a hundred Heterodontosaurus, but if a Protocrocodilian could take on ten Heterodontosaurus, wouldn't that be a piece of cake?

I want to take on ten of them!!!

Without even needing a leader to give orders, the original crocodile army swarmed forward and charged directly at the group of Heterodontodon.

The tide of battle turned completely.

On the hillside, the army of crocodilians, like sharp knives, plunged viciously into the bellies of the Heterodontosaurus herd.

A Protocrocodilian charged into the herd of Heterodontosaurus, opened its massive jaws, and attacked from both sides.

It bit into the neck of a Heterodontidae, and with a snap, the neck broke.

With a flick of its tail, the two Heterodontosaurus were sent flying, crashing into rocks and remaining motionless.

Its eyes gleamed with excitement, and blood dripped from its mouth.

It's been a long time since they've had such a satisfying fight!

Indeed, head-on combat is always more satisfying than a sneak attack!

The other crocodile was even more ferocious; it pounced directly into the densest area, using all four legs to bite and scratch.

The sound of teeth grinding bones echoed throughout the room.

The sound of claws tearing through skin was incessant.

The Heterodontosaurus were scattered and broken, like a wheat field crushed by a combine harvester.

Their screams echoed throughout the valley.

The three Protocrocodilians, who had been badly beaten by the Heterodontosaurus, perked up when they saw the large group arrive.

They got up from the ground, shook off their monstrous tusks, and roared as they charged back.

A Protocrocodilian bit the head of a Heterodontosaurus and swallowed it whole, head and neck.

Its eyes were filled with the glee of revenge.

Weren't you biting so enthusiastically just now?

Keep biting!

Another Protocrocodilian chased after a group of Heterodontosaurus, biting as it went, killing one and then taking its place.

It runs incredibly fast, its short legs darting around like wheels of fire.

The Heterodontids were so terrified they couldn't even run away.

Another Protosaurus simply lay down on the path that the Heterodontosaurus would inevitably take when it fled, biting one if it came, and biting two if they came.

A pile of corpses, like a small hill, was stacked in front of its mouth.

The original crocodile army grew stronger with each battle.

Once they bite, they won't let go; if they do, they'll find the next one.

Their deaths rolled and tumbled among the herd of Heterodontosaurus, like a series of meat grinders running simultaneously.

A Protocrocodilian bit a Diplodocus, then suddenly flipped over, breaking the Diplodocus's leg.

Another Protocrocodilian bit the tail of a Heterodontosaurus, then suddenly swung its head, sending the Heterodontosaurus flying.

Another Protosaurus was surrounded by more than a dozen Heterodontosaurus. It remained calm, opened its mouth, bit one of them, rolled over, released its grip, bit another, and rolled over again.

One after another, it wiped out more than a dozen Heterodontids.

The crocodiles only had their prey in their eyes.

They were blinded by rage and driven mad by their bloodlust.

A Protocrocodile killed a Heterodontidae, and before it could even swallow the flesh in its mouth, it went to bite the next one.

The mouth of the other crocodile was already stained red with blood, but it was still biting.

There was even a piece of meat hanging from the teeth of a crocodile, but it didn't care and continued charging.

Before a quarter of an hour had passed, five or six hundred Heterodontosaurus had died in the mouths of the original crocodile.

The hillside was covered with the corpses of Heterodontosaurus, lying haphazardly and densely packed.

Some had their necks bitten off, some had their legs bitten off, and some had their bellies bitten through.

Blood stained the grass, the stones, and even the mouth of the crocodile.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, which was nauseating but also excited the crocodile even more.

Knowing that this was a rare opportunity, none of the Protocrocodilians consumed the animals immediately after hunting down a group of Heterodontosaurus. Instead, they quickly searched for their next target and began slaughtering them.

Kill them first!

Eat some more!

They were so efficient that the Heterodontosaurus simply couldn't react in time.

As soon as a crocodile kills one, it turns around and bites the next.

The other crocodile, once it bit one, wouldn't let go and dragged it to find the next one.

This way, dragging and biting at the same time doubles the efficiency.

Some of the Heterodontosaurus were even dug out by Protocrocodilians after they had already burrowed into the cave.

They thought the cave was safe, and that they would be fine once they went inside.

But the claws of the proto-crocodile were sharper than they imagined.

The protocrocodile used its claws to dig open the hole, stuck its head inside, bit the heterodontid inside, and then dragged it out.

While Heterodontosaurus were all excellent diggers, sorry, your Uncle Protosaurus was too.

Digging is a skill that almost every crocodile possesses.

Crocodiles dig burrows when building nests by the river, when hiding in the mud, and when hibernating.

I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but it's definitely enough!