Pirate's Plant Fruit

Chapter 267 Terrible Sandstorm

Once Cobra is eliminated or controlled by Crocodile, the situation in Alabasta will be completely controlled by Crocodile.

"This time, no matter what, it must be successful," said Phlox.

Now relying solely on the strength of CP3 cannot truly defeat Crocodile.Alabasta's King's Army and Minister of Defense, and even the unknown anti-Crocodile forces can all be used as targets.

All major forces are operating around Cobra.

However, all of this was caused by Crocodile's goal of targeting Cobra.

The San Dora River in central Alabasta, this river is located on the dividing line between the eastern and western parts of Alabasta.

It is precisely because of the nourishment of the San Dora River that Alabasta has been able to breed civilization for thousands of years.Even after people invented the method of drilling water and storing rainwater, the river is still very important.

However, due to the drought in Alabasta in recent years, the San Dora River has also experienced a sharp drop in precipitation.There is also less and less water falling from the northern mountains.Even because of this, the lower estuary of the San Dora River was reversely eroded by sea water.

The sky is still bright and sunny, and the bright sun shines on the San Dora River.

The banks of this river of life are lined with date palms and wheat fields.

Some local people living on both sides of the strait are farming their fields.

"The harvest here is still good today." A mature farmer stood in the wheat field and said to the thriving wheat.

"Really? Even after a few years of war, we can still produce so much grain and melons and fruits here to supply the needs of all parts of the country." Another grey-bearded farmer said while cutting wheat.

The mature farmer looked at the old farmer and said, "What's the matter, old man? Do you feel unbearable? Our life here is indeed richer than other areas. But isn't that the land left to us by our ancestors?"

The old farmer shook his head, sighed and said: "You are thinking too simply. Although we can still have enough food and clothing here, if you think about it, if a building collapses, the people inside will not be spared. Really Alaba When it comes time for Stan to really die. You and I can't escape."

The middle-aged farmer also felt that it made sense, and said: "Is this the case? It seems to be true. But you have also heard that the southeast occupied by the rebel army is already in complete chaos. The rebel army is the main force driving the civil war. Once they are over , then the king’s army will quickly unify Alabasta, and peace will come back.”

The old farmer put the harvested wheat on the ground, and said, "It's good that it's really like this. But I always feel that the crisis has not passed, and it will be even bigger."

The mature farmer said indifferently: "Old man, you think too much."

The old farmer was still confused, unable to see where the country was headed.

Suddenly the old farmer saw a sandstorm flying over from the far west.

The farmland where the two are located is located on the east bank of the San Dora River.

I saw a huge sandstorm moving eastward from the west bank.

"What is this?" The old farmer looked at the sandstorm in surprise.

The mature farmer also turned his head to look at the sandstorm flying to the west.

"This is my God." The mature farmer was shocked when he saw the sandstorm.

This group of dust storms moved here quickly.

And the movement of this sandstorm is a bit weird.It seems to be manipulated by some kind of force.

The dust storm swirled to the west bank of the San Dora River, and then disturbed the otherwise calm drinking water, moving from above the river to the east bank of the San Dora River.

In just a few minutes, the sandstorm had invaded the farmland where the two were.

"Old man, run away!" the mature farmer shouted urgently.

The old farmer looked straight at the sandstorm that kept moving over.

Dust storms destroyed date palm groves and wheat fields.

"This is our farmland, you are not allowed to invade it!" The old farmer said angrily.

The sandstorm seemed to be alive and growing faster.Seems like a response to the old farmer.

There seemed to be a voice of contempt in the sandstorm.

"Old man, don't be so stupid!" The mature farmer grabbed the old farmer abruptly and took him away.

The old farmer was very painful to see the farmland destroyed by the sandstorm.

The sandstorm quickly swept across the farmland, turning the pieces of wheat inside into hay.

The middle-aged and old farmers hid in the distance, watching the sandstorm continue to go far east.

The mature farmer was relieved at this moment, and immediately reprimanded the old farmer: "Old man, you don't want to die!"

The old farmer looked at the distant sandstorm and kept saying, "It has life. It has life"

The dust storm continued eastward.

The sandstorm continued for a long time, completely left the fertile land along the San Dora River, and finally stopped in the middle of the desert.

The dust storm began to subside, and the sand scattered into the surrounding desert.

A figure quickly formed in the center of the sandstorm.

Two other figures also fell from the sandstorm.

Unlike the calm and composed person in the middle, these two fell down in a very embarrassing situation.

"It's really uncomfortable." A very fat aunt wearing goggles stood up and said.

She quickly turned away again, and the other man's head sank into the sand.

"It's really annoying, such a waste." The fat aunt's hands changed rapidly, becoming like two huge mole's paws.

The fat aunt waved her claws and dug in the sand around the other person.

The sand was quickly dug up, and the fallen person finally came out.

"Hey, don't be like an ostrich." The fat aunt said dissatisfied.

The person who was dug out was a burly and relatively obese man, wearing tight clothes all over his body, with a scarf around his neck.There is a huge object on the back.

The man slowly stood up again, and gently stroked his head to knock the sand off.

"Thank you," the man said in your maddeningly full voice.

The obese aunt was very upset, and said: "You might as well not say it, because waiting makes me upset."

The man stood up, his face was fat but cute, like a big boy.

Just as the big boy and the obese aunt stood up, the figure in the center of the sandstorm just landed on the desert in front of them.

It was Crocodile with a scar across his face.

Crocodile looked at the two conceitedly, and said, "Didn't you say you want to take a break, I'll let you take a break first. Merry Christmas, Mr.4 and Ms."

The tall and fat boy is Mr.4, and the fat aunt is Ms. Merry Christmas.

The two are the best among the high-level combat power of Baroque Studio.

In order to achieve his goal in the east, Crocodile brought the two along just in case.

(End of this chapter)