The hero behind One Piece

With one foot in a small sand pit, Arnold walked on the hot sand like a grilled squid, and his shoes rubbed against the fine sand, making the sound of collision between small stones.

Less than half an hour had passed and I was already exhausted.

Now I miss the icy snow of Cigu Country very much. If there is a big ice bucket with floating ice in front of me, Arnold will definitely plunge into it without hesitation.

The oasis mentioned on the map was completely gone, and the whole person was in a semi-dehydrated state.

It was obvious that I was lost again.

The familiar short-sleeved T-shirt he usually wore was no longer appropriate. He took out a set of white hooded robes from his backpack. This was the crystallization of the wisdom of people living in desert areas.

Only the shadow under the white robe can give the tired body a little rest.

Everything around him was smoking, and the hot gravel made an inaudible sizzling sound. There was no sign of life, and he seemed to be walking alone in a golden cauldron.

Climb the dunes, slide down the dunes, climb the dunes again.

The endless sand dunes seemed to have been formed just in front of me, and there was a wicked god in the sky deliberately playing tricks on me.

Suddenly I saw a cluster of small pink fruits growing on the sand dunes in front of me.

It looks like a certain variety of strawberry.

Even if he saw washed strawberries on weekdays, Arnold might not even look at them.

But this is a desert, a hot and dry desert.

If you can take a bite of sweet and moist red strawberries here, it will be a fairy-like enjoyment.

In order to move easily, the food prepared by the jailers in their backpacks is compressed dry marching food and the most common drinking water.

You must know that there is some sweet water in the desert that makes you thirstier the more you drink it.

Arnold hesitated for a moment. If he only ate two, it wouldn't be a big problem. He would just treat it like a mouthful.

He bent down and picked two pills, wiped them casually and put them in his mouth.

It tastes really good. It feels sweet on the tongue, with the touch of sweet sauce, but it seems that what is in the mouth is not a plant, but an insect.

There are all kinds of surprises on the Grand Line. Strawberries living in the desert are already very strange, and it is normal for them to have a strange taste.

After spending a long time with Magellan, he suddenly became excited and his body reacted instinctively. This was a very poisonous feeling!

I didn’t expect that this ordinary strawberry would contain such a large dose of poison!

However, Arnold was not willing to spit out the strawberry, but chewed it repeatedly before swallowing it reluctantly.

After a little stimulation of the power of the time-tracing fruit, the remaining poison was completely eliminated. After dealing with Magellan for so many years, this measurement can be regarded as child's play.

The strawberry at his feet seemed to be frightened by Arnold's bravery. Two round eyes suddenly sprouted from his body, and eight thin legs grew from the bottom, and he flew away from the sand dune.

Arnold then noticed that the "strawberry" just now seemed to be some kind of red-backed spider.

Now you know what that strange feeling is all about.

Do they want to sacrifice a small number of individuals to poison themselves as dinner?

What a great and cunning species.

But did I just eat two spiders? Um, I have a slight stomachache.

Keep going.

A ruin made of stone suddenly appeared in front of it. The entire ruin was half-hidden in the sand dunes. It was of medium size. Judging from its shape, it might have been a temple that was well-known in the neighborhood.

Unfortunately, most of it has collapsed now and is truly deserted. Everything around it looks dilapidated.

As the saying goes, a long drought is met with rain, and a long sun is met with shade.

Under such a scorching sun, it was a great pleasure to find a place with a stone roof for shade.

Arnold plans to rest here for three minutes,

I have seriously deviated from the route. I don't know when I will encounter this kind of sun-shading treasure next time.

I found a big enough stone, put my bag aside and sat on it. Maybe because it was in the shadow, it felt a few degrees cooler than other places.

The slight coldness is very comfortable.

Rest bent over with your elbows on your knees.

Never lie down at this time, because once you lie down, it will be difficult to stand up again.

Suddenly I saw three small birds with sharp beaks like red-crowned cranes lying not far ahead.

The little bird is half as tall as a man, with white feathers all over its body, and its color is extremely gloomy.

What Arnold didn't notice was that there was a subtle cunning hidden in their depressed eyes.

Although Arnold was very tired, he felt an inexplicable feeling of caring in his heart. Perhaps it was because he was suffering from the same disease, so he couldn't help but walk over and take a look.

These little guys must have a very difficult life living in such a desolate place.

Arnold just approached,

"Quack, quack, quack!" A strange and sinister laughter suddenly came from behind.

Not human!

A slightly larger bird that looked exactly like the sharp-billed bird on the ground put its backpack on its back.

There were three of its kind next to it, and they opened their backpacks with their sharp beaks and rummaged around in front of their owner, Arnold.

He picked up the bacon he found and swallowed it in one bite.

His movements were quite skillful, and it was obviously not the first time he had done this kind of thing.

Various tools for survival in the wild were scattered all over the place, and they were not interested in these things.

The big guy in the lead looked at Arnold rather teasingly, stretching out his long legs and making symbolic scratches on the spot, as if to show off the speed he was proud of.

He squinted his eyes, raised his head, and made a mocking sound like "quack".

The three dying sharp-beaked birds that were originally lying on the ground also disappeared and ran into the distance as if they were too tired from the performance just now. They jumped up and down with energy and formed a circle to laugh at Arnold. ,

Arnold knew,

This is a trap, a gentle trap.

First, the passengers were made to relax their vigilance through a rare shady spot, and then they acted pitifully to inspire their sympathy. Finally, the companions took action and snatched the things away in one go.

Arnold looked gloomy. He had been tricked, or tricked by a few arrogant fools.

And people who play tricks on him usually don't end well.