Ever since leaving von Clay's ship, Crockdahl has been walking in the desert of Alabastan in a bit of a daze. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He raised a gust of wind, and he also melted into the wind and sand, and completely became a part of the wind and sand of nature. Experiencing the wind blowing, the sand surging by, the exposure of the sun, and the friction of the air, his consciousness gradually disappeared and fell into a state of chaos.

Freed from the shackles of his five senses, Crockdahl's heart instantly became extremely calm, nothing could disturb him, and he quietly blended into nature. At this moment, he is no longer a person, or rather, he is no longer a sand fruit, but has turned into a real wind and sand, and has become a part of nature......

The sand, as if it had really become his body, moved at will.

I don't know how long the wind and sand blew, but when the wind and sand stopped, he, Crockdahl, also came to the small town of Arabaas.

Completely isolated from the outside world, with no knowledge of any outside information, Alabas is self-sufficient and the people of the town are in the most rustic style. They weren't too surprised by the arrival of the stranger, Krokdal, and they regained their composure after the curiosity they had seen at first sight. As in their usual lives, no one took Crockdahl's affairs to heart, and regarded Crockdahl as a part of their family.

"I guess there's a lot of trouble going on outside right now, right?" Crockdahl shook his head, thinking.

Before he disappeared, the rebels were fighting the King's Army with the aid of the Revolutionary Army. In terms of combat power, equipment, military appearance, etc., it is clear that the king's army has the advantage. However, after the addition of a few cadres of the revolutionary army, with the existence of a small number of elites, the disadvantage was greatly restored. It seems that the struggle between the two sides is about to heat up......

You're getting closer to your goal......

It's a bit cruel, but he's Crockdahl, so what if he dies some people to achieve his goal? Only this chaos will distract the attention of the navy and let yourself get the legendary final weapon, the ancient weapon of war - Hades!

"Don't forget, there's ...... revenge"

Suddenly, a gloomy voice rang out in Crockdahl's head, like a process with the highest priority, covering all of Crockdahl's thoughts in an instant.

But it was only a momentary thing, and then the sound disappeared, making him think that he had a delusion.

"Huh...... Now let's get out of this place first, this place is not where I should be, it's better to keep him peaceful......" Unable to find the source of the voice, Crockdahl muttered to himself, turning into dust from his head, and drifting into the distance again with the wind blowing......

After the wind and sand, the town of Alabas regained its tranquility again, but there was a little loneliness in the tranquility, as if it was lifeless......

As night comes, the quiet and peaceful town, losing the light of the sun, gradually becomes transparent and disappears...... All that was left was the sand dunes hidden by the wind and sand, and the faint sound of mechanical friction......

The wind blew, and the cold moonlight cast down, leaving no trace.

With the wind and sand, Crockdahl rushed towards his base camp as fast as he could. It's estimated that the time for the news to be cut off is a month, and I don't know how things will develop......

Just as Crockdahl had guessed, the battle between the rebels and the king's army entered a tug-of-war, with the four acropolises outside of Albana as the border, and the two camps looked at each other so quietly that no one dared to act rashly. The armies of both sides numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and no one dared to take any risks.

Who knows, what if a careless move can become a fuse for both parties?

The two armies confronted each other, and the leader of the rebel army, Kosha, also recovered his health after more than a month of cultivation, and under the teaching of the cadres of the revolutionary army, his combat effectiveness increased exponentially, and he was no longer the same as before, the person who would be easily attacked. At the very least, during the numerous assassination attempts during the standoff, Kosha kept himself unharmed.

The two camps on the surface are facing each other, and the undercurrent under the table is also constantly surging.

The news that came all over the world before about Princess Weiwei being kidnapped by the Straw Hat Pirates has been hidden, and the people of Baroque Walker's company have also disappeared one day, and no trace can be found by anyone who cares. And the navy, which was marching with great fanfare, also lost their sight from the public eye after the Waterloo at Whiskey Mountain. It's just rumor that there is a gossip of a battle between a man with white smoke and a man covered in fire in a certain town. Among them, there is the news of the disappearance of the hero of Alabastan, Sir Crockdahl.

The rumors are terrifying, and under the influence of those who care about it, there are several conjectures or answers to Crockdahl's disappearance. One is that Crockdahl is the source of all chaos and has now been eliminated, which is the closest thing to the truth. Others, such as Crockdahl, were disillusioned with the country and left for the sake of quelling the war...... And so on and so forth.

It seems that everything is attracted by the insurgency and the imminent Armageddon between the rebels and the king's army, and is no longer so noticeable......

The battle is about to break out, and all that is missing may be a fuse......

At this time, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel of the Navy Headquarters, who departed from the Navy Headquarters, was also about to arrive in this place of right and wrong, Alabastan......

The adjective "Land of Right and Wrong" is indeed apt to describe Alabastan. Not only is it now at the center of the maelstrom that is now in Alabastan, but the King's Army is fighting against the rebels, and the mysterious and completely uncertain Baroque Walker Company is also fueling the flames, as if to make the stalemate even worse.

Battles, stalemates will be divided into two endings. One is that the fight is not possible, and obviously this is impossible for the two forces in Alabastan, then there is only another ending, and the stalemate will be broken because of an unexpected situation or one side cannot hold on, followed by a strong rebound. It's like a rubber band, the tighter it is stretched, the more violent it will be when it rebounds, hurting others and hurting yourself.

In this stalemate, the king of Alabastan, Kobra, once again issued a new order of his own, bringing all the rebels into the camp of the rebels, and imprisoning all those who tried to solve the problem peacefully. And that's not all, in the name of expanding armaments, he forcibly issued a conscription order, and doubled the taxes that were already overwhelming the people. Just when the people were surprised that the good king had gone, Kobra took the taxes he had forcibly collected and began his life of poverty and luxury, looking like those faint kings who were about to destroy the kingdom, and wanted to enjoy the last days.

As a result, the king's guards, provoked by Kobra's actions, began to mutiny, and some of those who were desperate for the king turned to the rebels, while the other part of the army around the king began to strangle those who defected. Then, the King's army was in disarray, and the King's army line, which was firmly guarded around the royal city of Albana, began to rot from the inside, and then collapsed. The rebels took the four remaining satellite cities near Albana almost without blood, and hundreds of thousands of troops pressed against the royal city of Albana.

Just when Albana became an isolated city, Crockdahl also covered himself with wind and sand and arrived at Albana's city gates.

The rebels besieged Albana, and at this time all the people in the city ran away, and the rest were those who still had hope for the glory of the royal family of Alabastan, after all, the king was still their king no matter how he was, and they still had hope, the girl they loved was like an elf, and the princess was slightly ......

It seems that the remnants of the royal city are still there, and even though it has been five days since the siege of Albana, the rebels have still not been able to attack it. More precisely, it is still not possible to climb the walls of Albana.

However, I believe that this day is not far off. Because, although the city wall that has been through the war, it seems that the somewhat dilapidated city wall is still so majestic, even if the city wall is full of holes, it is still so strong in the desert, but it cannot hide the deep exhaustion of the soldiers on the wall, and the dull gaze in their eyes that has no hope. Perhaps, the reason that can support them to continue to stick to their posts is the princess Weiwei who doesn't know where she is......

In a small town dozens of miles away from the royal city, Princess Weiwei was playing with the teacup in her hand with a bitter face. In order not to be discovered, she was wearing a desert-style cloak, a long cloak that not only blocked the intrusion of the scorching sun, but also cast a shadow on her face.

"Bah, bah!" On the side, a duck, also dressed in a huge linen cloak, patted the girl's shoulder with his wings, as if to comfort something. It is a running duck, a creature endemic to Alabastan, with a camel-like structure but duck appearance, and can run faster than an ostrich.

"Ah, I'm fine......" Princess Weiwei tried to make herself smile, but she didn't achieve the effect of reassuring the other party at all, because this smile was better than crying, and she couldn't see where it went.

After saying this, Princess Weiwei fell into her own thoughts again, and her brows wrinkled unconsciously. Her appearance made a very energetic duck a little frustrated, and opened its mouth, but did not make a sound.