One Piece Dragon System

The capital of Alabasta, Albana.

Chu Han frowned, looked at the half-dead young man in front of him, and thought about the solution.

"When we picked him up in the desert, he was already like this. We don't know the specific situation very well." A soldier wearing light armor said carefully while looking at the pensive Chu Han.

He also saw that this down-and-out man accidentally picked up in the desert obviously had some kind of noble status, otherwise the young man in front of him dressed like an aristocratic son would not have made a special trip to inquire about his whereabouts.

The half-dead, down-and-out man in front of Chu Han is naturally his butler, Baiji Keluo.

Two days ago, when Chu Han arrived in Albana, he easily found out about the man who had encountered a sandstorm.

And as Chu Han expected, that man was his royal butler, Ke Luo.

After pondering for a while, Chu Han suddenly said: "How to remove the poison from his body?"

The soldier in light armor was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Chu Han to react so quickly.

"Uh, oh, this is the poison of the red-tailed crab hidden in the sandstorm. To treat it, you need a special plant called "Madara grass."" The 18 light-armored soldier subconsciously answered Chu Han's question.

Chu Han didn't talk nonsense and continued: "Where is it?"

He didn't ask where it was sold, but directly asked where it was sold.

Obviously, if this so-called Madara grass could be bought, the soldier in front of him would have already bought it to detoxify Crowe. After all, this is the royal capital of Alabasta, and everything available in the entire Senting Island will be available here.

But the lightly armored soldiers did not do this, which only shows that this thing is not accessible to ordinary people.

The soldier ignored Chu Han's compliments and replied directly: "Madara grass is a special plant that can only be found near royal tombs."

"Wang Ling..." Chu Han narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling relieved. He didn't have time to waste here anymore. If the origin of Madara grass is far away, then Chu Han would have to weigh it. Should we waste time to treat Kelu?

Fortunately, it did not conflict with his purpose, because Chu Han's goal from the beginning was the royal tomb of the Alabasta royal family.

"You take care of him, and I will reward you when you come back." After Chu Han said that, he turned and left, ignoring the soldiers who were stunned and speechless.

After leaving the door, Chu Han raised his eyebrows, feeling a little helpless. He had just entered the Grand Line, but he had been drifting on the sea because he was lost, and then lost in the desert for more than half a year.

All I can say is that the great waterway is full of surprises.

Fortunately, all the accidents that happened were not far from his purpose.

"The royal mausoleum...it seems that I need to go to the palace." Chu Han's calm eyes flashed with a cold light from time to time.

The royal tomb is the resting place of the emperors of a kingdom. I think the royal family of Alabasta would not easily let him know where it is.

so...

Chu Han tightened his grip on the demon sword Murasame's hand. This sword had not drunk human blood for two years, and he was a little eager to think about it.

Demonic sword Summoning, trembling!

Chu Han smiled slightly and murmured to himself: "Are you lonely too? Then let's go make a scene!"

After two years of hard training, Chu Han also really wants to know how strong he is now!

Alabasta capital Albana, royal palace.

A young man wearing a black coat stood quietly at the top of the palace, looking down at the royal capital of Alabasta, his eyes flashing from time to time.

This man is Crocodile.

He successfully entered the palace of Alabasta and the side of the Neferutali clan with a letter from World Government.

"An ancient forbidden thing... Huh, you will be my secret weapon to kill that old man Whitebeard!" Crocodile met Whitebeard's Moby Dick in a whirlpool of the Grand Line half a year ago. He was arrogant. He has always disliked the big pirates in New World.

Especially Whitebeard.

In Crocodile's eyes, Whitebeard, the old men who were the same generation as the Pirate King Gol D. Roger, are all outdated. This era of great pirates is theirs, and it is Crocodile's era!

"Hehehehe, when we get that thing, this era belongs to me, Crocodile. Marine and Whitebeard will all surrender under my feet." Crocodile seemed to see himself sitting on that throne, and shouted excitedly , as if he wanted the whole world to hear his voice!

"Sand Crocodile, a user with the Logia Sand-Sand Fruit ability, once challenged the great pirate Whitebeard Edward Newgate of the New World. After his defeat, he was surrendered by Marine. Are you considered a pirate?"

At this moment, a calm and chilling voice sounded from the top of the palace, awakening Crocodile who was trapped in his own fantasy.

"who?!"

Crocodile shouted loudly, and at the same time, he condensed a sand whirlwind on his hand, and his body was ready to elementalize at any time.

"Sand-Sand Fruit... It's a pity that it doesn't work for me!" The voice sounded again, but this time it was with a hint of sarcasm, obviously showing disdain for Crocodile.

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible wind blade instantly cut through the air, leaving traces of blood on Crocodile's face.

Crocodile's pupils shrank rapidly. He had just witnessed a column of blood rising from his face. That burning feeling was the second time he had felt it.

The first time, under Whitebeard's fist, he felt despair.

The second time, at the hands of this unknown enemy, he felt a bone-chilling coldness, as if he was being targeted by a huge creature. If he moved, he would die!

"Who are you? Who are you hiding your head and tail?" Crocodile didn't dare to move now. Judging from the situation just now, this man in the dark could hurt him silently, so he didn't dare move.

The voice sounded again, but it was full of sarcasm.

"It's ridiculous. Are you scared? You don't even dare to move. It really disappoints me. It seems that the sand crocodile is nothing more than that. No wonder it is at the hands of Whitebeard."

Hearing this, Crocodile's body exuded an astonishing chill, his face was clouded, and a trace of purple air slowly appeared on the golden hook on his left hand.

"who are you?!"

The voice fell silent, and then footsteps sounded,

"Da Da Da Da"

I don't know why, but when the sound of footsteps rang in Crocodile's ears, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling, as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast.

The footsteps disappeared because a figure appeared.

Then a cold voice sounded.

"Chu Han!"