Pirate: Invincible from the start

I don't know if it's providential.

At the moment of Klockdahl's death, an earth-shattering thunderclap resounded throughout Alabastan.

It's as if the whole world is cheering that the evil people who plagued Alabastan are finally dead.

Then there was a gust of cold wind, which quickly blew into Alabastan, making the dry air of Alabastan a little cooler.

The cold wind was followed by thick clouds that obscured the sky.

"Is it going to rain?" "

The people of Eruma, Juba, Rape Flower, etc., the towns of Alabastan that have not yet been destroyed by drought, all rushed out of their rooms and looked up at the sky when they heard the sound of thunder.

I saw a white lightning bolt that spread by, as if it was about to split the entire sky, and it was across the sky of the entire Alabastan.

At the end of the white lightning, a rolling inky black cloud, with countless tiny white lightning, was rapidly coming towards Alabastan.

In a short time, the sky of the entire Alabastan was obscured.

Boom——!

there was the first thunder, of course there was a second, a third, and countless sounds.

Countless lightning bolts, like white snakes, kept stringing in the clouds.

Tick tock!

tick tock

!

tick !! "Ah! it's really raining."

I don't know whose loud voice it was, and it woke up the countless people who were stunned in place, staring blankly at the sky.

I saw them tear off their headscarves and hats, open their hands, tilt their heads, and stare excitedly at the raindrops falling from the sky.

As the raindrops fell denser and heavier, the whole world seemed to be enveloped in rain.

At this time, it was noon, and countless people who were taking a nap were awakened by the earth-shattering cheers outside, and they looked out the window and were stunned by the scene that had long been unable to distinguish whether it was raining or going into the water.

Some of them cried with joy, some laughed out loud, some shouted wildly...

Use a variety of emotions to express your joy at this time.

Countless people rushed out of the room, regardless of whether they would get sick or catch a cold afterwards, they only knew that this rain, this rain of life, came so timely and so late.

In time, because when they are all about to relocate, this rain comes, then they don't have to give up, they have lived here all their lives.

The reason for this is that in this year or so of drought, countless people have not survived the drought and left here, and some lucky people have crossed the desert and found other oases that have not dried up to continue to survive, and more have been buried in this arid desert forever.

Eruma.

Tavern.

At this time, there was not a single guest in the tavern.

Because the tavern had closed a day earlier.

Listening to the countless cheers outside, and the loud frolicking of children, the tavernkeeper, sitting on an old wooden chair by the window, stretched out his hand and wiped his moist eyes.

He looked up at the picture of the rainwater falling on the window, as if he had seen the most beautiful picture in the world, and he was stunned for a moment.

The boss, who came to his senses, took out a pipe from his waist and put it in his mouth, and then felt for the lighter.

Flames ——!

fire.

The faint orange-yellow fire reflected a large circle of light in this dim tavern.

The light of the fire, though faint, illuminated the tavern window, as well as the owner's smiling face.

The boss put his pipe on the flame, smashed his mouth, and smoked.

Then he leaned back on the chair, and the whole person was completely relaxed.

Ding——!

fire vanished.

The boss put down the lighter, smoked a cigarette, slowly closed his eyes, listened to the sound of rain hitting the window, and fell asleep leisurely.

In more than a year, he has never been more relaxed than he is today.

Alabastan is saved, Eruma is saved, and the tavern doesn't have to be closed.

"That's good. "

......

Juba.

Outside town.

The

old man of Bang Dang——! Bang Dang——!

Bang Dang——!

digging the sand here day after day, trying to defeat the sand and make the oasis of Juba reappear.

At this moment, there was a thunderclap that made the old man stop his movements.

The voice was familiar to him.

For more than a year, he dreamed of hearing this voice.

This time it wasn't a sandstorm, but a cold wind that was incredibly comfortable.

Duoto looked at the rolling clouds in the sky, and the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

He looked at the sky, his whole body trembling, and his eyes burst with infinite light.

Then the whole person seemed to be stupid, and his mouth kept muttering.

"I'll just say, I'll say, I'll say, it's going to rain in Alabastan, and His Majesty must not be using dancing powder.

"As long as it rains, as long as it rains, as long as it rains, Alabastan will definitely return to its original state, and Juba will definitely change back to the beautiful Juba that it used to be." As he

spoke, a line of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, dripping down Toto's old face, and then gathered on his chin and dripped towards the ground.

Just then, the rain arrived as scheduled.

The

rain and Doto's tears combined to wet the whole of Yuba, and this beautiful city of Alabastan, which had only been established for a short time, came to life for the first time after countless sandstorms.

......

On the other side of the Sandora River.

Kosha had just crossed the river of life in Alabastan with a large army of rebels.

Just as Kosha commanded the rest of the men and crossed the river quickly.

The same thunder attracted everyone's attention.

Looking at the thick clouds covering the sky, whether they had crossed the river or not, they all raised their heads in unison.

Their eyes were first incredulous, then the corners of their mouths widened, and the whole person gradually became excited.

Countless people shouted excitedly.

"Clouds, clouds, clouds, thunderstorms sandwiched with clouds. "

It's rain, it's going to rain, it's going to rain, hahahahaha!! "

Nobody wants to fight, no one wants to leave their hometown, and no one wants to come to this damn rebel army.

But there is no way, without rain, in this kingdom full of deserts, they, their families, if they don't resist, will all die.

Compared to life, fighting a war and leaving home seem so insignificant.

Now it's raining, and they don't have to go to war, they can go back to their hometowns and continue with their original lives.

I think that no one will not be happy or excited about such an ending!

The rain has extinguished the hatred in the hearts of the rebels, and also the suspicion of their king.

Countless people turned in the direction of Albari and said to their king, "I'm sorry." "

Kosha. One

of the members of the "Sand Regiment", he is also one of Vivi's playmates in the Sand Regiment when she was a child, and in the rebel army, Kebbi who served as Kosha's right and left hand.

Drive the camel to Kosha's side.

He looked at Kosha with excitement on his face and asked, "Kosha, what are we going to do next?"

In fact, he knew the answer in his heart, but Kosha had always been their head, and he couldn't help but come up and ask.

"What should I do?"

Kosha lowered his head, took off the brown sunglasses on his face, and reached out to wipe the water stains on his face that I don't know if it was rain or tears.

Then he turned his head to Kebby and smiled, "What do you say?" Kebby

looked at Kosha for a moment, then turned around and went to inform him.

As one of the people who has been with Kosha for the longest time, they have been together since childhood, and of course he knows Kosha's thoughts.

Actually, they don't need to say it.

As Doto said, as long as it rains, then none of this is a problem.

Because the root cause of their rebellion is actually water.

Now that there is water, who is going to rebel!"

Kosha withdrew his gaze from Kebby and turned his head to stare in the direction of Juba, who was eager to return to Yuba at once and say to his father, "I'm sorry." "

He really shouldn't have doubted the king.

When he thought of his father's appearance for more than a year, because of Juba, his face had gradually aged, and his eyes were once again covered with a layer of fog.

In fact, no one loved this country more than he and his father, and if it weren't for their love, they wouldn't have come to Juba, and built Juba from nothing into a major trading town in the west.

If it weren't for love, he wouldn't be so desperate to save the country.

If it weren't for his love, he wouldn't have decided to disband the rebels and go back to Juba to rebuild with his father at the moment of rain.

......

Of course, how much he loved it before, now he will blame himself more than others.

But it's all a personal choice, it's all people who want to save the country, and there's no right or wrong.