Pirate Plant Fruit

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 it is impossible to truly defeat Crocodile just relying on the strength of cp3. Alabasta's royal army and ministers of defense, and even unknown anti-Krokdal forces, can all be targeted.

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.

For thousands of years, it was precisely because of the nourishment of the Sundora River that Alabasta was able to give birth to civilization. Even after people later invented methods of drilling wells to collect water and store rainwater, this river was still very important.

However, due to drought in Alabasta in recent years, precipitation in the Sundola River has also dropped sharply. Less and less water is falling in the northern mountains. Even because of this, the downstream estuary of the Sentora 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 if we fight a war for several years, we can still produce so much food and fruits here to supply the needs of all parts of the country." Another farmer with a gray beard said while cutting wheat.

The middle-aged farmer looked at the old farmer and said, "What's wrong, old man? Do you feel uncomfortable? Our life here is indeed richer than in 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 still looked confused, unable to see where this country would go.

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... Oh my god..." The middle-aged 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 already invaded the farmland where the two of them were.

"Old man, run away quickly," the middle-aged farmer shouted urgently.

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

Sandstorms 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 stupid." The middle-aged farmer grabbed the old farmer 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 middle-aged farmer breathed a sigh of relief and immediately scolded the old farmer: "Old man, you don't want your life."

The old farmer looked at the receding 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 took shape in the center of the sandstorm.

Two other figures also fell from the sandstorm.

Unlike the calm man in the center, these two people fell down in a very embarrassed state.

"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.

"Thanks...thanks..." the man said in that full voice you could drive people crazy.

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 of them arrogantly and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to take a break? I'll let you take a break first. Right, mr. 4 and ms. Merry Christmas."

The tall, 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.