The man is very tall, a little taller than James, who is now more than 190 centimeters.

He wore dark black half-covered metal armor, and most of his body parts were well protected, except for some joints that were connected by leather and iron locks on the armor.

There are sharp hooks on his arms, and the tips of his five fingers are silver and sharp.

He wears a panther bite helmet on his head, four thick and sharp leopard teeth lined up and down, his face is exposed, he has a beard, his lips are thick, and his eyes are sharp.

"Who are you?" The man in armor asked in Hausa.

Thankfully, James didn't expect English to be spoken here at the moment, and it was enough to speak Hausa.

"Lost traveler."

He replied calmly that James was still very interested in communicating with the people here, and it would be best if he could save some time for future research.

The man looked at Asazzo deeply, he certainly didn't think it would be an inadvertent intrusion by an ordinary human from the outside world.

Wakanda is surrounded by dense forests, and for thousands of years, thanks to the efforts of the tribes for generations, not only have the roads into the real hinterland of Wakanda been strangely laid out, but also there are countless traps and hidden guards.

When he was a teenager a few decades ago, the kingdom had been invaded by a group of premeditated white men, and they were only walking around the perimeter, and they were all arrested by the border guards as soon as they found their way in.

Those men also brought with them a lot of gunpowder weapons called guns, which damaged the warriors of the guards. In the end, his father, the previous generation of black panthers, took action and crushed the people who dared to resist.

The most important thing is that this monster with red skin, long tail, and hideous face is exactly like the demon stories that circulate in the grassland.

T'Chado suddenly realized that today could well be the most dangerous day in Wakanda's history.

"Unknown people, lie down, and be caught, they can give you a way to live." Tchardo finally shouted tentatively in Hausa.

"They made you die."

James smiled and said to Asazzo, and then said to the leopard-armored man in front of him with a playful voice.

"So it's a sin to just come here, no matter what, whoever discovers Wakanda's secrets will be branded and imprisoned forever, Black Panther, you are too conceited."

T'Chadu's pupils constricted, and the words of the human man in front of him made him understand that the secrets of Wakanda had been left behind.

"Dora Guard!"

The Black Panther King shouted, and a team of fierce women with fine spears in their hands quickly stepped forward and surrounded the two people in the middle, dressed in red clothes and gold armor, holding their spears flat, squatting slightly, and their faces were stern.

The Dora Guards are the most powerful warriors in the whole of Wakanda since ancient times, and each king of Wakanda is protected by a group of all-female personal guards "Dora" who are skilled in various weapons, and the members of them are all women selected from the major tribes of Wakanda.

To become a member of the guard, you need to be a woman to defeat all the male warriors of each tribe, who are also mortals, and women with a huge innate gap to achieve such combat abilities are all talented.

Asazo looked at the female guards gathered in front of him, although they were all bare-headed and fierce-looking, he could still distinguish the gender, he looked at James with some strange eyes, and asked silently.

"Primitive tribes would select women from all over the world to serve as their chief, to be his personal guards or daily servants, just as a lion pack has only one male lion, and the daily hunting is female. It is also possible that these women will become princesses, so in a way, this is also a means of marriage for the major tribes to strengthen their political positions. ”

James explained calmly, and the panther on the other side, Tchado, felt that he could no longer allow this human to speak a language he did not understand to the demon, and yelled, "Hunt, strangle!" ”

Sou! Sou!

The teams in front formed a battle formation shoulder to shoulder, narrowing the circle of encirclement, and the direct throwing spears of the outer warriors came towards Asazozza.

All the Wakanda warriors and the Black Panther King himself took it for granted that the red devil was the most dangerous enemy, and the bare-handed white men around him should only be the devil's servants.

Asazzo shrieked without waiting for an order, and in an instant black smoke rose up, and more than a dozen throwing spears were stuck in the grass, and James moved his steps at will, avoiding a few flying towards him.

Burst! Burst! Burst!

Asazo flashed into the air, and then flashed behind a man behind him who had lost his target and panicked, and the short knife in his hand slashed neatly across his neck, and before blood could come out, he teleported to another place.

Asazzo's figure could be seen floating in almost any position throughout the battlefield at the same time, sometimes slashing his throat with a short knife, sometimes with both his hands and tails, his sharp tail spurs piercing the neck of his foe.

The tribal warriors circled in a panic, and the Wakanda soldiers, who were already full of fear of the demonic image, gradually lost their morale and order, and made a mess.

They kept seeing their companions fall to the ground clutching their throats or chests after a flash of black smoke, but no matter how desperately they slashed, they couldn't touch the devil, and their spirits began to break down, howling loudly and forgetting even the most basic defenses.

Tchaidu saw the flickering red devil, his fingers flexed and stretched, and the sharp claws of his fingertips pierced, and he tried to catch the devil several times, but to no avail.

He realized that by staying here, these ordinary tribal warriors would only add chaos and senseless casualties.

The panther roared and ordered, and the warriors of each department quickly retreated, and the elite Dora guards gathered together in twos and threes, back to back, holding spears and spears, and the red devil flashed with accurate spurs, quickly stabilized his position, and did not give Asazzo a chance to kill easily.

Asazo watched as he found a way to deal with it one by one, forming a hedgehog-like elite women's guard, and also noticed that there was some trouble, and immediately aimed at the strong and tall indigenous leader in strange armor.

His previous attacks and pursuits had made Asazzo know that this guy's speed and power were by no means ordinary humans.

Scold! Scold! Bang Bang!

Asazzo swooped in in an instant, his short knife slashing several times, stabbing the armored man, but to no avail.

The armor was extremely strong, the slash force became very strange, the short knife in his hand did not cause even the slightest scratch, and the man's reaction was very fast, he had to be highly concentrated to avoid his counterattack.

James saw that Asazzo took the initiative to find the Black Panther, and his face became serious, he was ready to make a move at any time when the situation was not good, and carefully watched the Black Panther's combat reaction to assess his strength.

Tchaidu frantically attacked the flickering red devil, the leopard's claws waving out afterimages one by one, and the body was sharp and nimble tumbling and jumping, trying to catch this ethereal figure.

Since the union of the eighteen tribes in ancient times, Wakanda has never been killed or injured by outsiders in addition to the infighting of the tribes, and he has never been killed or injured by outsiders so embarrassed, his angry eyes are cracked, one claw is faster than the other, and the keen perception brought by the power of the black panther also allows him to gradually touch the teleportation trajectory of the other party.

Bang!

Asazzo's two knives crossed in his chest, and he was pounced on by a claw, he flashed again in mid-air, and returned to James's side, the two short knives in his hands that were extremely top in material and craftsmanship were split into several knots by the leopard's claws, and only the hilt was left in his hand, and the clothes on his chest were also scratched, and his skin was oozing blood.

The Black Panther Tchadu could let the Red Devil attack without hurting the slightest, but Asazzo couldn't make a mistake once, if it weren't for the fact that he had practiced unique combat skills with his father since he was a child and reacted quickly enough, he would have been pierced through the heart at this moment.