tired.

So tired.

Around them are a group of carnivorous dinosaurs, big and small, running away, and countless people watching the fun.

The pterodactyls in the sky were probably quite lively and happy. Listening to their screams, I don’t know if they found food or saw these fools running for life.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, no one would have thought that when so many protoceratops, which were called weak in the Cretaceous period, could burst out such great power in order to survive.

This is the beast tide, which should actually be called migration.

A long journey to survive.

When food is short, they need to divert their ethnic group's range of activities and find new food sources.

Moreover, judging from the performance of the experienced hunters on both sides, such migration must have lasted for many years, perhaps thousands of years, or even millions of years.

Yang Gan didn't need to think about their destination. It was the field he had walked along the way. After heavy rains, in just a few days, it was like a field of a world that had changed.

It turned out that the seven-day miracle was prepared for these running dragon beasts.

Is this a migration for survival?

The countless fierce and cruel carnivorous dinosaurs around them, and the winged dragons with huge wings and long mouths in the sky, waiting for the migrants, were already hungry.

The rumbling sound of the protoceratops running like rolling thunder could not block their excited roars and hissings.

The feast they have been waiting for for a long time has begun.

However, when proceratops pass through the dinosaurs that are longing for flesh and blood at these moments; when countless pairs of eyeballs in the sky, they will gallop on the field to survive; they will also smooth out everything that hinders them, even those terrifying killers who have never regarded them as food.

No one can stop them.

Even in front of them, there is a big river; in the big river, there are huge hungry crocodiles.

These crocodiles, who may have been hungry for half a year or even a year, have long been waiting for them. What will be greeted will be sharp teeth and infamous deaths.

And none of these can stop them.

This is a test of nature and a miracle of nature.

These protoceratops must gather together and then start a life run. The winners who persevere until the end enjoy their plump branches and leaves and reproduce; while those losers who fell behind midway died under the sharp teeth and claws of the carnivorous dinosaurs who had been waiting for a long time along the way.

These hunters don't even need to hunt them on their own. The old, weak, sick and disabled among the running protoceratops, and the young dragons who have not yet grown up, will fall to the ground as they run. They are powerless to open their eyes wide and watch the tribe stay away from them, and then countless saliva-ridden carnivores slowly approaching themselves.

They are running with their lives.

The dust that raised behind them that covered the sky and the sun was their high flag.

If there is a mountain in front, they will knock it down; if there is a sea in front, they will fill it up with their bodies.

Crush all obstacles in the front road, and at the same time, eliminate all the unqualified people in the ethnic group.

Life is so magnificent and cruel at this moment.

And Yang Gan, who was lamenting all this, almost forgot that he belonged to those "obstructions" that must be crushed.

He never felt so tired.

My limbs are already numb, and my body only knows how to run mechanically. I have no strength to cheer myself up if I want to roar.

But my mind is extremely clear.

If he is caught up by the proceratops behind him at this time, he thinks he can watch himself soberly as he is hit by a proceratops, and then the next one, the next one...

Your own scales can block one, two, or even ten or hundreds of protoceratops without any suspense. However, the final result of yours will be to be knocked to the ground by a certain protoceratops, then trampled over by countless hooves, turning into a pool of meat paste.

When I think about it, he feels a little chilling.

For most carnivorous dinosaurs, they rarely play like this. Long-term running is also a great test and burden for them. Most of the time, they like to sneak attack and ambush prey and then kill with one blow.

The result now is that the terrifying crocodiles who have evolved, who are not good at running on land, are running away with a group of carnivorous dinosaurs, and no one escapes faster than anyone else.

In fact, there is one that should be far superior to them.

That is the velociraptor, the velociraptor leader who has evolved once.

Small velociraptors are one of the few carnivorous dinosaurs who are good at running.

However, that poor guy didn't know how to cross the river full of imperial crocodiles before, and then chased Yang Qian for more than a day. His physical condition was not good, and he didn't react in time just now, so he was not very relaxed at this time.

At least for now, it runs almost without even ordinary carnivorous dinosaurs.

Behind it were countless running protoceratops. The leading protoceratops were almost running against its tail, and could push it to the sky at any time.

I don’t know how long this guy can last if the procephaladders continue to chase like this. Think about it, if this guy who ate countless procephaladders ended up losing his life under the hoof of the food, I don’t know if it would regret it before he died?

As for whether I regretted whether I should have eaten fewer procephalas or should have eaten them hard, then God knows!

Yang Qian, who was chased, suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh.

Intelligent creatures are always so strange. They are obviously trying to escape, but they can't control their thoughts. It's like, it's like when I was working in school in my previous life, I was obviously bowing my head and being scolded by my teacher or boss because I did something wrong, but I didn't know what I remembered and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

He is like this now, he is very tired, but he just wants to laugh for no reason.

He even felt that if he could communicate with the dinosaurs around him, he would be in great mood to say to them: "Hey, you are running for your life too!"

He even remembered that when he was in middle school, one time the school held a meeting, and a student who made a mistake went to the conference table to read his examination aloud. His voice was so painful and his attitude was so sincere that all the teachers praised it - thankful that another bad boy turned around under their inspiration.

However, the tragic thing is that just as I was about to finish reading, the classmate who read aloud and checked himself actually laughed out loud as he read.

Yes, he really laughed!

This is really a tragedy.

No one understood why he was like this at that time.

But now, Yang Gan suddenly understood.

That's nothing. My life is almost gone now, but I just can't control my mind thinking about these inexplicable things and want to laugh.

Maybe this is a way for smart creatures to instinctively protect themselves under tremendous pressure. Who knows?
Chapter completed!