One Piece Dragon System

Chapter 80 Who are you!?

The capital of Alabastan, Albana.Miscellaneous∧∧

Chu Han frowned, looking at the half-life young man in front of him, thinking slightly 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 in light armor looked at the pensive Chu Han and said carefully.

He also saw that this down-and-out man who accidentally picked up in the desert obviously had some noble status, otherwise the young man dressed like a nobleman would not make a special trip to inquire about his whereabouts.

The half-life undead man in front of Chu Han is naturally his steward, Hundred Chi Ke Luo.

Two days ago, as soon as Chu Han arrived in Albana, he easily inquired about the man who had encountered the sandstorm.

And as Chu Han had expected, that man was his royal butler, Clo.

After pondering for a while, Chu Han suddenly said, "How can the poison on his body be relieved?"

The soldier in light armor was startled, 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. If you want to treat it, you need a special plant called "spotgrass"." The light armor soldier subconsciously answered Chu Han's question.

Chu Han didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "Where is it?"

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

Obviously, if this so-called patchweed could be bought, the soldier in front of him would have already bought it to detoxify Chloe. After all, this is the capital of Alabastan, and everything that exists in the entire St. Ting Island will be here.

But the light armor soldiers did not do this, which can only show that this thing is not something ordinary people can get.

The soldiers ignored Chu Han's praise, and directly replied: "Spotgrass is a special plant that can only be found near the royal tomb."

"Wangling..." Chu Han squinted his eyes slightly, and he was relieved. He has no time to waste here now. If we say that the production area of ​​the zebra grass is very far away, then Chu Han will judge whether or not. It took time to treat Crowe.

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

"You take care of him, and I will pay you when you come back." Chu Han turned around and left after speaking, ignoring the soldiers who froze and stopped talking.

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

It can only be said that there are no surprises in the great waterway.

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

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

The royal tomb is the resting place of the emperors of a kingdom, and the royal family of Alabastan will not easily let him know where it is.

and so…

Chu Han squeezed the hand of Demon Blade Cun Yu. This sword hadn't drunk human blood for two years, and he was a little eager to think about it.

The demon sword is psychic, trembling and shaking!

Chu Han smiled slightly and muttered to himself: "Are you lonely too? Then let us go and make a big fuss!"

After two years of hard cultivation, Chu Han also wanted to know how strong his strength is now!

…The Royal Palace, Albana, the capital of Alabastan.

A young man in a black coat stood quietly at the top of the palace, looking down at the capital of Alabastan, his eyes flashed from time to time.

This man is Sand Crocodile, Krokdal.

He successfully entered the palace of Alabastan, next to the Nafirutali clan, with a letter from the world government.

"Ancient taboo...huh, you will be my secret weapon to kill the old man with the white beard!" Krokdal met the White-bearded Moby Dick in a vortex of the Great Channel half a year ago. Proud that he has always been displeased with the great pirates in the new world.

Especially the white beard.

In Krokdal's eyes, the white beards and the elders who were contemporaries with the Pirate King Gore d. Roger are all outdated. This great pirate era belongs to them, it is his Krokdal era!

"Hahahaha, when that thing arrives, this era belongs to my Krokdal, and all the navy and the white beard must surrender to my feet." Krokdall seemed to see himself sitting on the throne. Shouting excitedly, as if to let the whole world hear his voice!

"Sand crocodile Krokdal, a natural rusty fruit capable person, the big beard Edward Newgate who once challenged the new world, was surrendered by the navy after he was defeated. Are you a pirate?"

At this moment, a calm voice with a hint of chill sounded at the top of the palace, awakening Krokdal, who had fallen into his own fantasy.

"Who?!"

Klockdal shouted directly, and at the same time, a whirlwind of sand condensed in his hands, and his body was ready to be elementalized at any time.

"Shusha fruit...it's useless to me!" The voice sounded again, but this time with a trace of irony, obviously disdain for Krokdal.

As soon as the words fell, an invisible wind blade instantly cut through the air, leaving blood traces on Klockdal's face.

Krokdal's pupils contracted rapidly, and he had just seen a pillar of blood rushing into his face with his own eyes. The hot feeling was the second time he felt.

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

The second time, under the hands of this unknown enemy, he felt utterly cold, as if being stared at by a behemoth, he died when he moved!

"Who the hell are you, hiding your head and your tail, and what is it!" Klockdal dare not move. Judging from the situation just now, this person in secret can hurt him silently, so he Dare not move.

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

"Ridiculous, I'm scared? I'm not even daring to move, which really disappoints me. It seems that the sand crocodile is nothing more than that. No wonder it has a white beard."

Hearing this, Krokdal exuded an astonishing chill, his face was clouded, and the golden hook on his left hand slowly showed a trace of purple air current.

"who are you?!"

The voice was silent, and then footsteps sounded.

"Walk"

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

The footsteps disappeared, because a figure appeared.

Then a cold voice sounded.

"Chu Han!"

...