Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!

"Wow!"

The lookout blew the horn to signal that the enemy was attacking the people in the camp.

The sound of the horn is three short and one long, which means that the identity of the enemy is unknown, and there is obvious hostility.

Immediately, a sandstorm flew over the lookout, and it was Crocodile himself.

He was too lazy to move with the large army, so he took out a telescope from his arms and looked into the distance.

There, a group of patients infected with the crystal ghost virus came straight to the camp of the Four Seas Alliance, and it seemed that the visitors were not good.

However, as a person who had been in close contact with the crystal ghost virus patient, Crocodile found out that something was wrong.

He lifted up his black fur coat, turned it into a sandstorm, and dodged to Rowan's side.

At this moment, it was still pouring rain around. In order to avoid getting wet with water, Crocodile could only move at high speed in this way to avoid raindrops.

He came to Rowan's room and lit a cigar for himself.

"Not right."

Crocodile described seeing details of the scene.

"The guys who rushed over are not the same as the ones you subdued. They don't seem to have lost their minds completely, and even many people have only half of their bodies turned into ghosts."

"The crystal ghost virus on them hasn't fully erupted?"

Hearing this, Rowan readjusted the sand table layout in his mind.

The crystal ghost virus has not fully erupted, which means that the patient has not completely lost his sanity.

In this way, the hostile attack has become a decision dominated by self-consciousness.

This also means that there is a group of people in the Kingdom of Aden who, for some unknown reason, chose to take the initiative to attack the camp of the Four Seas Alliance!

Kureha thought, "Could it be the guy who spread the crystal ghost virus?"

Dalton, who has a simple and honest personality, is obviously not convinced. "Will someone really use such a dangerous virus on their own side?"

"Hehehe, Tauren, don't always look at this sea with the eyes of Drum Island."

Crocodile smiled gloomily: "The sea is too big, and there are not a few scumbags. Do you really think this world is so beautiful?"

"Tauren..."

Dalton murmured, apparently caring about Crocodile's nickname.

In fact, it's just a nickname, and Crocodile's habitual nickname is often "So-and-so bastard."

"All in all, since it's not a patient you have to protect, I can come here, right?"

Crocodile seemed very interested.

After all, he originally planned to go to the empty island to explore the secrets of the empty island, but he was dragged to the North Sea by Rowan Banqiang.

As soon as he arrived in the North Sea, he encountered such a lot of bad things, and Crocodile's heart has long been unhappy.

He had to find something to vent.

And the "enemy" thing is really suitable.

But before the happy hour begins, there is another thing Crocodile needs to pay attention to, and Rowan is also a little curious about it.

"Aren't you waiting?"

Rowan asked, "It's raining outside now."

Crocodile is not Rowan after all, and Rowan's direction of developing the ability of the rustling fruit lies in the ultimate precision.

This extreme development idea makes Rowan quite powerful even on rainy days, that is, when manipulating gravel to pass through the gap between raindrops, it will be a bit exhausting.

But Crocodile is different, his style of moves is very open and close, and it is extremely limited in heavy rain.

This is why Crocodile chose to reside in the desert country of Alabasta.

The home of the desert is too suitable for Crocodile to play too.

Today, the Kingdom of Aden is shrouded in torrential rain, and it is difficult for Crocodile to exert its due strength.

But he himself didn't care about it.

After a few low laughs, Crocodile said slowly: "Hehehe, speaking of which, I have to thank you."

"Oh?"

Rowan smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

"I originally thought that what kind of alliance you made was useless, but one day I suddenly discovered that it was actually quite interesting."

Crocodile thought for a while, "Should it be coming soon?"

After the words fell, a figure suddenly ran in from the outside of the heavy rain.

Everyone looked closely, and it was Habu, who was stationed on the ship and was responsible for observing the outside weather.

Hubb nodded slightly towards Crocodile and said, "Mr. Sand Crocodile, the weather you entrusted me to observe has already come to fruition. The rainstorm will stop in about five minutes, and the next three days will be sunny."

"Look!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Crocodile's face.

He stretched out his hand and used the drying ability of the rustling fruit to dry all the main clothes on Habu.

"Jointly utilize human resources - it's a good way indeed."

For Crocodile, having such a highly accomplished meteorologist by his side is not a big deal for his combat assistance.

Because of this, Crocodile likes to chat with Habu when he has nothing to do—

Although for the introverted Habu, this kind of "chat" is a painful torture, but when he thinks that his teacher once instructed him to make more friends, Habu can only bite the bullet.

What's more, Qiwuhai, the king of Qinghai, seems to be a high-ranking person, and it should be easier to find a teacher if you get along with him.

As a result, two people with completely different goals and attitudes have become "good friends" who seem to have everything to say to others.

Rowan seemed to see it, but didn't say much.

After all, the little crocodile is a little too gloomy, and it is a good thing to make more friends.

At this moment, the leader of the advance team [Ghost of War] Weipa charged into the house with his own incendiary cannon.

He brought the latest intelligence from the front.

"Those people are not quite right, they are not residents of the Kingdom of Aden, but..."

Weipa thought about it and said, "By the way, they dress up like your Qinghai pirates!"

Pirates?

The pirates that attacked them from the kingdom—the land?

Crocodile chuckled a few times, feeling that things became more interesting.

Rowan nodded, told everyone about the internal and external arrangements, and then set off first and rushed to the front line of the camp.

He needs to confirm something.

As for Crocodile~www.readwn.com~ he is still waiting for the "sunny day in five minutes" that Habu said.

Sure enough, after five minutes, the pouring rain stopped.

But Crocodile still habitually smiled and said: "Hey, studying meteorology, you are actually wrong."

"What? Shouldn't it be?"

When Habu heard the words, he immediately pulled out his notebook and calculated on it, "Impossible, there is no mistake in the calculation this time!"

"No, there is."

Crocodile shook the ash and came to the door of the room.

"After the rainstorm, it's a sandstorm!"

Yellow sand swept.

Crocodile, go to the battlefield!