Chapter 1529: Horror (Ⅱ)

The brown liquid ejected from the skull hole of the dread beast seems to be strongly corrosive. When it touches the skin of the protoceratops, it rustles, and the strong sour odor emanates from the wind.
Joan, they can smell the irritating smell from afar, and quickly covered their nose and mouth to avoid inhaling this unpleasant sour smell.
The protoceratops were splashed with acid, and his face was painful. Although this level of injury was not life-threatening, it was enough to dispel their fighting spirit, and immediately whined and turned to escape.
The remaining protoceratops on the meadow were also frightened and drove in droves away from the feared beasts.
These protoceratops eager to escape did not realize that they were running in the direction that male terror beasts intended to drive away, and not far ahead, beside their only way, there was a more cunning lurking in the bushes. Female terror beast.
The frightened beasts rushed by in front of the bushes. The protoceratops that fell at the end were burned by acid, perhaps because of impaired vision, and they ran stumbled.
The female terrifying animal hiding in the bushes pressed down on the neck and aimed the forehead hole at the single prey. Suddenly a "chirp" sound ejected a powerful acid from the skull hole.
Joan raised her eyebrows in surprise.
He noticed that the acid spray from the female terror did not disperse, but instead condensed into a high-pressure liquid stream, hitting the protoceratops face passing by fifty feet away like an arrow.
The protoceratops uttered a horrified whimper, which had stung to almost blind eyes due to the infiltration of acid. At this moment, it was hit by a more violent high-pressure acid, and the eyeball broke on the spot. The strong acid penetrated into the body through the wound, and the corroded flesh and blood of half of the face was vague, and it was terrible.
The ambush protoceratops, driven by survival instincts, are still struggling to run forward, trying to keep up with the big troops, while weeping and asking for help from the same kind.
However, the protoceratops running in front seemed to be frightened, and no one looked back at their companions, let alone turning around to rescue them.
The scene in front of him made Audrey, who was secretly observing, feel a chill, and could not help whispering to Joan's ear:
"If the protoceratops work together to turn back to rescue the injured companion, it is not a problem to drive away the two scared beasts, but they are too selfish and stupid, and they only care about their own escape, but do not want to think if they will be scared in the future. What if the beast stares at it."
Audrey's sigh echoed in her ear, and Joan stopped talking.
He does not deny that the idea of ​​Her Royal Highness is indeed more beneficial to the original Horned Dragons, but to put it another way, discarding the injured and weak companions to the predators will also help other healthy individuals in the ethnic group to escape safely.
This way of survival may be cruel, but it is also a manifestation of wisdom, and has long been proved to be effective-otherwise the proto-horn dragons on the lakeside cannot survive through the long years of countless centuries.
As for the evaluation of social morality such as "selfishness", it has no meaning for dinosaurs, a wild animal with no concept of good and evil.
Only when a smart creature forms a highly cooperative social community, will there be a group consciousness such as morality and regulations, and the reason why this consciousness can be promoted is often based on empathy and self-empathy.
As Audrey just said, if the protoceratops have a more developed imagination, they can set up a place for their injured companions and think about it, empathizing and thinking about how to survive in the other party’s dilemma. Naturally, assistance will be generated. Idea-If you are in that dilemma, you are also eager for help from other people of the same kind.
It is a pity that the protoceratops do not seem to have such a developed thinking ability. Moreover, even in human society, not all individuals can do what they do not want to do, and selfish people can often profit in the survival game.
If we use the standards of human society to evaluate this group of wild dinosaurs, it is true that we have indignant goodwill, or is it not a bias based on our own superiority.
Watching the two scared beasts chase the injured protoceratops, Joan stood up and said to his companions, "I'll go and see. Do you go with me or stay here?"
"It doesn't make much sense to stay here. Let's go and watch the excitement together. I'd love to know how to eat the terrible beast's deformed mouth." Hailar said eagerly.
Pinkerton and others have the same plan. The crowd left the hiding grass and traced the protagonist dragon and the dreaded beast.
Joan turned into a bee man and flew into the air, Ruby turned into a half-mosquito and half-human hybrid form, and Holden spread out his dragon wings and followed him to fly at a low altitude.
Audrey summoned her exclusive mount "Lafayette", riding this sky horse to take off.
Pinkerton, Hailar, and Karl do not have the ability to fly, and they don't want to waste their spell slots, so they run on the ground.
Fortunately, they are all super professionals, and their running speed is not much worse than that of dinosaurs and scared beasts, and their physical fitness is sufficient to support long-distance off-road tracking.
Qiao Anfei was at the forefront of the team and followed for about half an hour. From afar, he saw that the injured protoceratos finally couldn't support it. He wailed and fell to the ground, laying on the grass beside the lake, let out a desperate moan.
The two dread beasts that were behind the prey guarded them up with caution, seeming to be worried that the protoceratops were pretending to die, and bowed their heads and sprayed acid liquid sixty feet away.
Two strong streams of water sprayed on the protoceratops' face and made a sneering noise, but the dying beast was unable to struggle. The face soaked in acid liquid quickly eroded and deformed, and the pus blood dripped down on the grass along the bone plate. To the eroded weeds quickly yellowed and withered.
Seeing this scene, the beasts were convinced that the prey had completely lost their resistance. They carefully approached the past, buried their heads against the unrecognizable head of the protoceratops with a tubular mouthpiece, and sucked the flesh that was corroded into a paste.
Joan spread his wings suspended over the lake shore, overlooking the scene of the horror beast eating, the previous speculation was verified.
This kind of magical beast with a strange oral structure is really like a fly that can only liquid food, and the acid sprayed from the skull hole can dissolve the tough muscle of the prey into a puddle of blood, ensuring that they can eat smoothly.
It can be seen that there is a close correlation between the acid of the scared beast and its special mouth, but Joan is still unable to assert at present, what is the cause and what is the result.
While the horror beasts were focused on eating, Joan issued a spiritual command, and the remote blood mosquito secret agent landed quietly on the neck of a horror beast, sucking blood with mouthparts.
Ordinary mosquito mouthparts cannot pierce the tough scales of the horror beast. The blood mosquito scouts created by Joan are different-mouthparts are equivalent to a miniature magic weapon, sharp enough to penetrate the scales and penetrate deep into the fear. Animal skin, sucking blood greedily.
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