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'Bang —!'
It was the sound of impact.
The Scholar crashed heavily into the ground.
"This is … really high."
The Scholar stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his body to check if he was damaged. At the same time, he looked up.
He was now … at the bottom of the canyon.
Just now, he was eaten by the huge Dust Crocodile. However, the Dust Crocodile did not like to eat machinery, so it spat out the Scholar. Because of that, the Scholar fell to the bottom of the canyon.
This canyon was similar to a common canyon. It was dark, silent, and the ground was covered with gravel. There did not seem to be anything special about it.
The special thing was that there was a group of Dust Crocodiles here. They gathered in a small group not far from the Scholar.
"You're still alive?" When the Scholar walked over, the leader of the group of Dust Crocodiles, the adventurer, looked at the Scholar in surprise. "This is really not easy."
"I also want to know how you came down." The Scholar glanced at the other Dust Crocodiles. There were originally a hundred of them, but now there were only ten.
"I'll be direct," the adventurer said. "It's all because of the sacrifice of most of the crocodiles that we can safely travel."
"Sacrifice?" the Scholar said. "… You did it on purpose?"
"Yes …" the adventurer said. "To get to a safe place, we have to pass through many dangerous places. It's impossible for us to reach there with so many crocodiles, so I brought them here and let them feed this … primitive crocodile. This way, we can take the opportunity to enter the canyon and then take … a shortcut to get to a safe place faster."
"Primitive crocodile?" the Scholar asked. "The big … Dust Crocodile lying on top?"
"Don't you know?" The adventurer said. "That's our ancestor. Before we had intelligence, we were such huge monsters."
"But later, we grew smaller and smaller and became what we are now. Some of our huge ancestors are still alive. They live around our city," the adventurer said. "Its nest, which is this canyon, has a shortcut, but we have to find a way to deal with it. I chose to feed it … with most of the members of the escape team."
The Scholar found that the adventurer could speak of such things without any emotion. He seemed to be a very … cold character.
"Since you survived, you can join us, but don't do anything … that you shouldn't do, understand?" After saying that, the adventurer turned around and said to the other Dust Crocodiles, "Alright, the other few might not have survived. We're not waiting anymore."
Following this, they all walked towards the same direction in the canyon.
The Scholar also followed behind them. Although the Scholar didn't like this kind of role, it didn't think that it would hurt it.
"These are … eggs?"
After walking for a while, the Scholar noticed that there were many egg-shaped objects around her. Most of them had cracks on them, and some of them only had half of their bodies left. They seemed to have hatched.
"You'll know when you see it. It was born from a primitive crocodile." Adventurers didn't take the lead. Instead, they walked in the second-to-last position, so they could chat with the Scholar walking at the back.
"That's quite a lot, but are they really your ancestors? How did it become so small? " The Scholar kept looking around. Suddenly, the Scholar noticed something moving behind an intact egg.
"How would I know? If we were still so big, would we end up like this?" The adventurer said as he walked. The Scholar didn't say anything. The adventurer turned around and saw that the Scholar was walking towards an egg.
"What are you doing!" the adventurer shouted. "Don't touch that thing! You'll alarm the primitive crocodile! "
"I didn't touch it," the Scholar said. "But it's already been touched."
"What touched …" Before the adventurer could finish, he saw a familiar creature crawling out from the top of the egg in front of the Scholar. It was a three-legged pillar.
"Ah!" the adventurer suddenly screamed. "They've chased us here! Run! "
As soon as it finished speaking, all the other Dust Crocodiles looked in its direction. Then, they all ran away in fear, disappearing in an instant.
The Scholar didn't run. Instead, she looked at the three-legged pillar standing on the egg. The three-legged pillar didn't seem to see the Scholar or the group of Dust Crocodiles. It was still busy with its own business.
It … was giving the egg an injection.
A sharp needle extended from the three-legged pillar's cylindrical body and pierced the top of the egg. It seemed to be injecting something into the egg.
The injection lasted for ten seconds. Then, the three-legged pillar retracted the needle and crawled to another egg next to it.
The Scholar looked at the three-legged pillar and then went to test the egg it pierced. According to the Scholar's test, it found that there was indeed a … primitive crocodile cub in the egg. It was alive and well, and its body was very … healthy. It should be out soon.
Therefore, the Scholar had this idea. Maybe the Dust Crocodiles grew so small because of the three-legged pillar. They specially modified the primitive crocodile's egg with nuclear information and then bred the Dust Crocodiles.
But what was it injecting now? The effect might not be seen in a short time unless the egg was smashed and then slowly studied the composition inside.
"Gulp …"
The Scholar suddenly heard a sound. Then, a crack appeared on the eggshell.
Could it be … that it was about to hatch?
The Scholar took two steps back. There were more and more cracks on the eggshell in front of her. With a bang, the entire egg burst open.
And a … Dust Crocodile walked out.
It should be a primitive crocodile's baby, but it looked exactly the same as the Dust Crocodile. Even its height was the same.
"Are you a listener?"
And it could even speak.
… Why could it speak?
The Scholar found that this newborn creature was actually communicating with it in the Dust Crocodile's language. It was very standard. It didn't sound like a newborn at all.
"What is a listener?" The Scholar answered immediately.
"A listener is … a listener." Although its language was very standard, it didn't seem to be very good at describing. The Dust Crocodile walked around the ground and then looked up at the top of the canyon. Then, it said to the Scholar, "Bring me to more listeners, okay? I want to tell them that they are in danger. "
"Who are you going to tell?" the Scholar asked.
"Of course … A creature like me that looks like me. Have you seen it? I have to tell them. I have to say a lot of things. "
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