"Ooh!"
The lookout blew the horn, signaling to everyone in the camp that enemies were attacking.
The horn sounded three short blasts and one long one, meaning the identity of the enemy was unknown and they were clearly hostile.
Immediately, a sandstorm flew up to the watchtower, and it was Crocodile himself.
He couldn't be bothered to move with the main group, so he took a telescope out of his pocket and looked into the distance.
There, a group of infected people with the Crystal Demon Virus were rushing towards the Four Seas Alliance camp, and they looked like they meant trouble.
However, Crocodile, having been in close contact with patients with the Crystal Demon Virus, noticed something odd about them.
He flipped open his black fur coat, turned into a sandstorm, and flashed to Rowan's side.
At this moment, it was still pouring rain. To avoid getting wet, Crocodile could only use this method to move at high speed and dodge the raindrops.
He arrived in the room where Rowan was and lit a cigar for himself.
"Something's not right."
Crocodile described the details of what he saw.
"Those guys rushing over there are different from the ones you subdued. They don't seem to have completely lost their minds. Many of them only have half their bodies Crystal Demon-fied."
"The Crystal Demon Virus isn't fully developed in them?"
Hearing this, Rowan rearranged the sandbox layout in his mind.
If the Crystal Demon Virus hasn't fully developed, it means the patients haven't completely lost their reason.
In that case, the hostile attack becomes a decision completely driven by self-awareness.
This also means that there are a group of people in the Adin Kingdom who, for some reason, have chosen to actively attack the Four Seas Alliance camp!
Kureha wondered, "Could it be the guys who spread the Crystal Demon Virus?"
Dalton, with his simple nature, clearly didn't quite believe it. "Would anyone really use such a dangerous virus on their own side?"
"Heh heh heh, Bull-man, don't always look at this sea with the eyes of Drum Island."
Crocodile said with a gloomy smile, "The sea is too big. Do you really think this world is so wonderful that there aren't a few scumbags?"
"Bull-man..."
Dalton muttered, clearly minding Crocodile's nickname.
In fact, it was just a nickname. Crocodile's usual nicknames were often "So-and-so *******."
"In short, since they're not patients you have to protect, then I can do whatever I want, right?"
Crocodile seemed very interested.
After all, he originally intended to go to Sky Island to explore its secrets, but Rowan half-dragged him to the North Sea.
As soon as he arrived in the North Sea, he encountered such a pile of rotten things. Crocodile had long been very unhappy.
He needed to find something to vent his anger on.
And "enemies" were just the thing.
But before the fun times could begin, Crocodile needed to pay attention to another matter, which Rowan was also curious about.
"Aren't you going to wait?"
Rowan asked, "It's raining outside right now."
Crocodile wasn't Rowan after all. Rowan developed the Sand-Sand Fruit ability in the direction of extreme precision.
This extreme development allowed Rowan to have considerable fighting power even in the rain, but it did take some mental effort to manipulate the sand grains through the gaps between the raindrops.
But Crocodile was different. His moves were sweeping and powerful, which was greatly restricted in the rain.
This was why Crocodile chose to reside in the desert kingdom of Alabasta.
The desert was too suitable for Crocodile to perform.
Now, the Adin Kingdom was shrouded in heavy rain, and it was difficult for Crocodile to exert his due strength.
But he didn't care about it.
Chuckling softly, Crocodile slowly said, "Heh heh heh, come to think of it, I have to thank you."
"Oh?"
Rowan laughed, "What for?"
"I originally thought this alliance you made was useless, but one day I suddenly realized that it's actually quite interesting."
Crocodile thought for a moment, "It should be almost here, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly ran in from outside in the rain.
Everyone looked closely and saw that it was Habu, who was stationed on the ship and responsible for observing the weather.
Habu nodded slightly to Crocodile and said, "Mr. Crocodile, the weather you asked me to observe has results. The heavy rain will stop in about five minutes, and the next three days will be sunny."
"See!"
A satisfied smile appeared on Crocodile's face.
He reached out and used the Sand-Sand Fruit's drying ability to completely dry all of Habu's main clothes.
"Using talent resources together - it's indeed a good method."
For Crocodile, having such a highly accomplished meteorologist by his side greatly helped him in battle.
Therefore, Crocodile liked to chat with Habu whenever he had nothing to do -
Although for the introverted Habu, this "chat" was painful torture, but remembering that his teacher had told him to make more friends, Habu could only grit his teeth and go along with it.
What's more, the Warlord of the Sea from the Great Sea seemed to be a person of high rank, and being on good terms with him should make it easier to find his teacher.
Thus, two people with completely different purposes and different attitudes became "good friends" who seemed to be speaking the same language in the eyes of others.
Rowan seemed to see it, but didn't say much.
After all, Crocodile was too gloomy. It was a good thing to have more friends.
At this moment, the captain of the advance team, Wipah the "War Demon", charged into the room carrying his Burning Cannon.
He brought the latest information from the front lines.
"Those people are not right. They are not residents of the Adin Kingdom, but..."
Wipah thought for a moment and said, "Right, their outfits are very similar to the pirates from your Great Sea!"
Pirates?
Pirates attacking them from within the kingdom - from the land?
Crocodile chuckled softly and felt the matter was getting more and more interesting.
Rowan nodded, explained the internal and external arrangements to everyone, and then set off ahead of them to the front lines of the camp.
He needed to confirm some things.
As for Crocodile, he was still waiting for the "sunny skies in five minutes" that Habu spoke of.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the heavy rain stopped.
But Crocodile still smiled gloomily as usual, "Hey, you who studies meteorology, you're actually wrong."
"What? That shouldn't be!"
Habu immediately pulled out his notebook and started calculating on it, "Impossible, there's no mistake in this calculation!"
"No, there is."
Crocodile flicked the ash of his cigar and walked to the door.
"What comes after the heavy rain is a sandstorm!"
Yellow sand swept in.
Crocodile rushed to the battlefield!
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