"Is all this true?"

T'Challa, who remained silent, stood up, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and he looked at the high priest Zurui, whose swarthy young face revealed a bit of the majesty of a king.

"Some truths weigh too much to bear, T'Challa."

Zu Rui's face was bitter, where did he think that this old thing would be turned out one day.

At the beginning, he was sent by the old king to Prince Entjob's side to carry out surveillance missions, but the other party did not know about it, and regarded him as a trustworthy and loyal friend, and never hid anything except his origins.

It's a pity that Zuri is a member of the leopard tribe, he can only be loyal to the king, and the old king who rushed to ask for guilt originally only wanted to bring Prince Njob back to Wakanda and hand him over to the royal family of Wakanda for trial, and the final outcome was at most locked in a dungeon, who knew that there was a conflict between the two sides, and the former killed his brother by mistake.

If this matter spreads, it will definitely affect the authority of the royal family, and the elders of the various tribes will not be able to accept a king who kills his brother, which will forever become an indelible stain.

So the two who returned to Wakanda tacitly chose to hide the truth and keep everything dusty as if nothing had happened.

"It's up to you to decide, we have the right to know the truth."

T'Challa, who was upright, pressed in, and he wanted to know what had happened.

From this point of view, T'Challa, who succeeded to the throne, was not fit to be king, and he demanded that Zuri tell the truth in full view, whether it ended well or badly, and it was tantamount to putting the royal family at great risk.

"I promise to keep it a secret for the king."

Zuri lowered his head, he had also been burdened with a heavy sense of guilt for many years, and often remembered Prince Njob, who had fallen in a pool of blood, his empty eyes staring at him like a silent question.

"Now I'm your king!"

T'Challa roared angrily, and under his repeated questioning, the high priest Zuri finally revealed the truth, perhaps the details were a little different from Sean's reasoning, but it was an established fact that the old king killed Prince Njobe.

There was a dead silence in the main hall of the council, and the elders of the various tribes had complicated expressions and different eyes, who would have thought that the old king, who was known for his kindness, would commit such a criminal act.

T'Challa lost his eyes and was hit hard. He was bent on becoming a monarch like his father and being loved and supported by the people, but it was a pity that Zurui's words shattered all the illusions of the young king.

And Sean's malicious tirade before made other people have more subtle associations, sending his younger brother to the other side of the ocean and placing secret agents beside each other, this series of means made the accident seem to have another hidden meaning.

The old king T'Chaka accidentally killed his brother, and now it seems more like a deliberate act, originally the high priest Zuri wanted to defend a few words, but seeing the suspicious eyes of everyone, he wisely chose to shut up.

"Now that the truth is revealed, let's also discuss the follow-up."

Sean had a smile on the corner of his mouth, the reason why he asked General Ross to withdraw his troops and leave was nothing more than that he didn't want to give the World Security Council more excuses, and countries would not sit idly by and watch the United States occupy Wakanda and enjoy the vibranium resources alone.

Instead of letting the world powers fight to the ground, it is better to sit down together and share the cake, and as for who will be the referee of the division of interests, it is of course themselves.

NATO troops are just important pawns used to open the door of Wakanda and play a real role, or Clmengo, who has royal blood.

A new king who cannot find any fault in the law and who can still get the rest of the tribe to obey by default is undoubtedly an excellent object of support.

"First of all, Eric Stevens, also known as the son of Entjobe, following the Wakanda tradition, does have the qualifications to challenge for the king. Secondly, the previous king T'Challa made a big mistake, and as his son, the current king T'Challa's eligibility to inherit the throne was clearly questioned. ”

Sean said unhurriedly, the tribal elders present did not dare to say much, and even the Queen Mother Wakanda, who gritted her teeth, and the members of the royal family could only swallow their anger.

The other party has already occupied the position of righteousness, and even if he struggles more, it will be useless, and now he can only hope that T'Challa can defeat Kermungo.

"Let's let the grievances of the previous generation be resolved in this generation." Sean suggested, "In the traditional way of Wakanda, let the two sides compete in a duel, and the winner is king." ”

Clasped his fists in excitement, he had waited too long for this day, and his father's killer, Tchaca, was dying and half-dead, and even if his revenge was successful, there was no pleasure.

But T'Challa is different, letting the old leopard see his son die in his own hands, filling the emptiness in his heart with the cries and wails of the enemy, which can satisfy the ritual sense of revenge even more.

"I'm going to kill you with my own hands in front of everyone's eyes."

The corners of Kelmengo's mouth furled, and he did not hide the killing intent in his heart.

He didn't care about the young and strong T'Challa, although the other party had taken heart-shaped herbs, but in the traditional duels in Wakanda, in order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the power of the black panther would be temporarily removed.

In this way, even T'Challa, as the most brave and skilled warrior in Wakanda, Kermungo is not afraid at all, he has crawled on the battlefields of the Middle East, walked out of the sea of swords and blood, and was even hailed as a killer and trafficker, which shows how terrifying his true strength is.

A royal nobleman who lives in a honeypot and has never experienced a real fight, and a vicious cheetah who can fight in the jungle?

"The challenge takes weeks to prepare!"

The royal family is still determined to fight for more opportunities for T'Challa.

The more time left for them, the better the odds of T'Challa winning the duel, and what kind of climate can a helpless outsider, even if it is really Prince Entjob's son, become without the support of various tribes?

The Queen Mother of Wakanda looked at Sean, as long as she leveled the young man, it would be easy for T'Challa to win the duel in the tournament.

Who can say anything more about dividing a portion of the benefits, giving them to the elders of the various tribes, persuading them to continue to support the royal family, and then allowing Kermungo to "die unexpectedly" like his father?

This black woman from an aristocratic background, who has not learned anything else from her husband's side, intrigue and intrigue is already better than blue.

"I don't need that long! Just give me a weapon, give me a Wakanda king who dares to stand in front of me, and that's enough! ”

T'Challa took the royal ring and held it tightly in his hand, he wanted to clear his father's name and restore the majesty of the royal family.

Only in this battle, if you win the opponent above board, can you secure the position of king.

"I accept the challenge." T'Challa replied in a deep voice.

"Cherish every second of the present, every breath of air you breathe, and I will send you down to see the Black Panthers of the past generations."

Cummongo grinned like a shark with its fangs outstretched, exuding a thick smell of blood.