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With a grimace on his face, Asazuo looked at the huge pieces of vibranium mine his father had arranged for him, and finally understood the true meaning of his trip.

"Dad, can't you let Remus bring people in and move in?" the red devil tried to fight for it again.

James thought for a while, shook his head and explained: "After all, there are still a large number of indigenous residents. What are Remus and the others doing here, killing them all? And there is no way for transport vehicles to come in. The most important thing is that the people are too talkative. , the 'wolves' are our own people, but the large number of workers and Kenyan natives cannot be controlled. I don't plan to let the outside world know the news here yet."

He looked a little more stern and urged: "You should also take the opportunity to exercise and do some work. There are so many problems!"

Asazo let out a long sigh, placed his hands on a huge vibranium rough stone that was almost the same height as him, and raised his eyebrows, poof! Disappeared.

boom!

"Fake! Damn it!"

Remus jumped on his feet, looking at the huge rock that suddenly appeared out of thin air and almost hit him, and couldn't help cursing.

Asazuo gasped and said with a bad face: "Hurry up and clean up, cover it with a cloth, and work hard."

Remus laughed and cursed, they had grown up together and were very close to each other.

Asazo flashed back and forth like this, transporting vibranium ore and part of the original vibranium that had been smelted and purified and glowing blue. Each time, he had to carry a weight of four to five tons and teleport to more than ten kilometers away.

James has pinpointed Asazo's limits, and the capitalist's ability to exploit is truly innate.

James, who was still in the vibranium mine, wandered around and looked around at this magnificent vibranium mountain. Wakanda's vibranium came from a meteorite from outside. He didn't know what magnitude the meteorite reached, but looking at it, The huge space for internal mining, regardless of the weight and density of vibranium, is at least a billion tons.

The vibranium meteorite has some kind of strange radiation power, which affects the heart-shaped grass plants planted inside. James took out a vibranium box found in the mine, uprooted more than a dozen heart-shaped grass plants and put it in it.

Asazo has been back and forth dozens of times, but there is still a lot of vibranium in the mine. He is tired to the naked eye, his tail is weakly supported on the ground, and his steps are hollow, as if his body has been hollowed out.

"That's it, it's almost done. If it's not enough, we'll come back later."

James' words finally liberated the brick-moving coolie Asazzo. He lay on the ground with a sigh, panting non-stop.

Fuyou got up again, tilted his head and thought for a while, black smoke flickered, and teleported back after more than ten seconds, holding the panther Azuri's leopard head helmet in his hand.

"Hey, it's hard to take a long trip, so I have to bring some souvenirs."

Seeing the strange look in his father's eyes, he quickly said: "I just took the helmet, the leopard is already dying."

James arranged the heart-shaped grass in the box nonchalantly, and Asazo came over and asked hesitantly: "Dad, is the leopard the same as us?"

"See this? He relies on the power of this plant."

Asazuo seemed to have just discovered this heart-shaped grass. He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, as if he could see some secret.

"Let's go." James took one last reluctant look at the endless vibranium ore and ordered Asazo.

puff!

The two people in the mine disappeared, and the rising black smoke quickly dissipated, leaving only the mess on the ground and faintly burning ashes floating in the air.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The young T'Chaka lay beside his father Azuri's bed and cried non-stop. His mother Nunnally and the priest elders were using herbs to apply little by little on Azuri's swollen and necrotic body.

Three days have passed, and the Black Panther King's breath is still very weak, but he has finally saved his life for the time being. Whether he can wake up or not depends on Buster's will.

Nunnally just had red eyes and pursed her lips tightly.

She never cried from the beginning to the end. She was the princess of Wakanda and was the leader of a generation of Dora Guards. She had indescribable primitive wildness and toughness.

"Do you know what to do? T'Chaka." Nunally asked hoarsely.

With tears still hanging on his face, T'Chaka gritted his teeth tightly and squeezed out a voice from his throat: "I want revenge!"

Snapped!

T'Chaka received a hard slap from his mother on the face, snap! Snapped!

Nunnally slapped her son twice more with her backhand, causing her son's face to become numb and his body to tremble.

She finally said to T'Chaka in a tearful voice: "I want you to swear that your father and my souls can peacefully return to the arms of Bast and Sekhmet after death." , forever and ever! Do not seek revenge from that devil!"

"Mother."

"swear!"

T'Chaka's tears stopped inexplicably. He croaked hoarsely, clenched his fists and folded them on his chest, sobbing a little but swearing calmly.

"I, the King of the Golden Tribe of Wakanda, T'Chaka, the son of Azuri the Black Panther, swear on the souls of my father Azuri and my mother Nunnally that I will never look for the red who came to Wakanda in my life. The white devil seeks revenge. If this oath is violated, the souls of father and mother will not be able to rest peacefully in the arms of Bast and Sekhmet."

A few days later, Azuri's younger brother temporarily inherited the throne. Except for the Jabari tribe of the apes, Wakanda had been living in seclusion in the Jabari Mountains and failed to arrive in time to meet the enemy. The other four tribes in Wakanda - the merchant tribe, the border tribe, the river tribe, The mountain and mining tribes all suffered heavy losses.

The royal family of Wakanda, the leader and king of the Golden Tribe, Black Panther Azuri was seriously injured and dying. He died of grief and anger after being paralyzed for many years.

On the day when Azuri's brother was about to officially succeed as king, the ape tribe objected. They believed that the Golden Family and the tribes failed to defend Wakanda, and thus challenged the kingship.

Wakanda's traditional rules from ancient times cannot be abolished, and the four major tribes whose vitality is severely weakened are unable to disobey the already powerful ape tribe, which has listened to the instructions for hundreds of years.

Azuri's younger brother drank the leaves of the heart-shaped grass that suppressed the Black Panther's power, fought a fair fight with the Jabari clan leader, and was wounded and defeated.

Since then, the throne of the vibranium country Wakanda has changed hands, and T'Chaka, the youngest son of the previous king, is packing his bags and preparing to leave his hometown.

"You are still young now, how about a few more years?" Nunally is not that old, but in the past few years, her hair has become gray.

"Mother, that's what you said two years ago. I'm not just going out alone. Many people from the tribe have been sent out in batches in recent years. Several cousins ​​will also take care of me. Don't worry."

T'Chaka is already a teenager, not short in stature, with a strong build, and a calmness beyond his age in his brows.

While comforting his mother, he continued to pack his bags quickly without stopping.

Nunnally said no more, and sent out Wakandan warriors to explore and learn in batches. This was the first time that all the Wakandan warriors had survived since that day, which the Wakandans called the Red, White, and Blood Night. The decision was made jointly by the tribal leaders, elders and successors.

The reclusive Wakanda has not really seen the outside world for thousands of years. They have always had enough confidence that with the power of Black Panther and Holy Gold, they can defend themselves and their greatest wealth well. .

But that night, the Wakandans were completely frightened and confused. They were finally woken up by being killed alive, like a daydream of excessive sleep, and they woke up only to chaotic pain and confusion.

Carefully selected tribal warriors and smart young men and women have taken on the responsibility of saving the country's future. They must see what the world is like today and how many forces can threaten Wakanda. They also need Learn more knowledge that can make you stronger.

And this process will be extremely difficult and painful. This group of primitive races who were once aloof and extremely proud will find that in this magnificent world, they are as low as pigs.