With a bitter face, Asazzo looked at the huge vibranium ore arranged for him by his father, and finally understood the true meaning of his trip.

"I said Daddy, can't you let Remus bring someone in and move in?" The Red Devils 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 people, Remus They are in danger of coming in, and there is no way for transport vehicles to enter here, the most important thing is that there are many people, the 'wolf pack' is their own people, but a large number of workers and Kenyan natives can't manage it." I'm not going to let the outside world know about this yet. ”

His face became a little more stern, and urged: "You also take the opportunity to exercise hard and do some work, so many problems!" ”

Asazzo let out a long sigh, his hands pressed on a huge vibranium rough stone almost as tall as him, his eyebrows were sharp, poof! Gone.

Rumble!

"Fack! Damn it! ”

Remus jumped to his feet and cursed as he watched the huge rock that suddenly appeared out of thin air and almost hit him.

Asazzo gasped and said with a bad face: "Hurry up and clean up, cover it with a cloth, and work in a hurry." ”

Remus laughed and scolded, they also grew up together, and they were very close to each other.

In this way, Asazo shimmered back and forth transporting vibranium ore and a portion of the primordial vibranium that had been smelted and purified and emitted a brilliant blue light, each time he had to carry four or five tons of weight, teleporting more than ten kilometers away.

James pinched Asazzo's limit, the capitalist's exploitative ability, is really innate.

James, who was still in the vibranium cave, wandered around the magnificent vibranium mountain, Wakanda's vibranium came from a meteorite from outside the sky, he didn't know what magnitude this meteorite had reached, but looking at the huge space mined inside, regardless of the weight and density of vibranium, it was at least a billion tons.

The vibranium meteorite had some kind of strange radiation power, affecting the heart-shaped grass plants planted inside, James took out a vibranium box found in the mine, uprooted a dozen heart-shaped grass plants and put them in.

Asazzo had gone back and forth dozens of times, but there were still many, many vibranium in the mine, his naked eye was visibly tired, his tail was weakly propped up on the ground, and his steps were vain, as if he had been hollowed out.

"That's it, almost, come back when it's not enough."

James' words finally freed the brick-moving coolie Asazzo, who lay on the ground with a long sigh, gasping for breath.

Fu got up again, tilted his head and thought about it, the black smoke flickered, and after more than ten seconds, he teleported back, holding the leopard head helmet of the black panther Azuri in his hand.

"Hehe, it's hard to go out on a long trip, you have to bring some souvenirs."

Seeing the strange look in my father's eyes, he hurriedly said: "I just took the helmet, and the leopard is already going to die." ”

James indifferently sorted out the heart-shaped grass in the box, Asazzo leaned over, and asked with some hesitation: "Daddy, is the leopard the same as us?" ”

"Seeing this, he's relying on the power of this plant."

Asazzo looked at it curiously in his hand as if he had just discovered this heart-shaped grass, as if he could see something.

"Let's go." James reluctantly glanced at the endless vibranium ore and instructed Asazzo.

Burst!

The two men in the mine vanished, and the black smoke dissipated, leaving only a mess and ashes that faintly burned and scattered in the air......

"Woo... Whining.... Father..."

Young T'Chaka lay beside his father, Azuri, and wept incessantly, while his mother, Nanali, and the priest elders, were applying herbs to his swollen, necrotic body.

Three days have passed, and the breath of the Black Panther King is still very weak, but he has finally saved his life for the time being, and whether he can wake up can only depend on Buster's will.

Nanali's eyes were red and her lips were pursed.

She never cried from beginning to end, she was the princess of Wakanda, and the leader of a generation of Dora's guards, with indescribable primal wildness and tenacity.

"Do you know what to do? T'Chaca. Nanali asked in a hoarse voice.

T'Chaka, who still had tears on his face, clenched his teeth and squeezed out a voice from his throat: "I want, revenge!" ”

Syllable!

T'Chaka was slapped his mother's face, snap! Syllable!

Nanali slapped her backhand twice, and her son was numb and trembling.

At last, with tears in her voice, she said to T'Chaka, word by word: "I want you, so that after the death of your father and my soul, you can return peacefully to the arms of Buster and Sekhmet, forever and ever!" Don't seek revenge from that devil! ”

"Mother's ......"

"Swear!"

T'Chaka's tears stopped inexplicably, his voice hoarse, his fists clenched over his chest, and a little sobbing but calmly swearing.

"I, the Golden Tribe of Wakanda, the king, the son of the panther Azuri, T'Chaka, swear by the souls of my father Azuri and my mother Nanari that I will never seek revenge on the red and white demons who came to Wakanda for the rest of my life... If this oath is violated, the souls of father and mother will not be able to return peacefully to the bosom of Bastet and Sekhmet......"

A few days later, Azuri's younger brother temporarily inherited the throne, and Wakanda, except for the ape tribe Jabari, who had been living in seclusion in the Jabari Mountains, could not come in time to meet the enemy, and the other four tribes—the merchant tribe, the frontier tribe, the river tribe, and the mountain mining tribe, all suffered heavy losses.

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

On the day that Azuri's brother was ready to officially succeed him as king, the apes challenged the Golden Family and the tribes for failing to defend Wakanda.

Wakanda's traditional rules since ancient times cannot be abolished, and the four major tribes that have suffered a lot of vitality are powerless to disobey the already powerful ape tribe that has listened to the tune for hundreds of years.

Azuri's younger brother drank the blades of heart-shaped grass that suppressed the power of the panther, and fought a fair battle with the Jabari patriarch, but was wounded and defeated.

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

"You're still young, how many more years will you wait?" Nanali's age is not too old, but in the past few years, she has been full of gray.

"Mother, that's what you said two years ago, I didn't just go out alone, many people in the tribe have been sent out in batches in recent years, and a few cousins will also take care of me, don't worry."

T'Chaka was already a teenager, not low, with a sturdy physique, and a composure beyond his age between his eyebrows.

While comforting his mother, he didn't stop his hand, and continued to pack his bags quickly.

Nanali didn't say anything more, and sent out Wakanda warriors to explore and learn one by one, a decision made by all the surviving tribal leaders, elders, and successors since that day known as the Red and White Blood Night by the Wakandans.

The secluded Wakanda hadn't really seen the outside world for thousands of years, and they had always been confident enough that with the power of Black Panther and Shengjin, they could defend themselves well and defend their greatest wealth.

But that night, the people of Wakanda were completely frightened and confused, and they were finally awakened alive, like a daydream that had been overly asleep, waking up only with chaotic pain and confusion.

Carefully selected tribal warriors and bright young men and women have taken on the responsibility of saving the future of the kingdom, and they must see what the world is like today, how many of the forces that can threaten Wakanda, and they need to learn more about how they can make themselves stronger.

And this process will be incomparably hard and painful, this group of primitive races that were once high and proud to the extreme, will find that in this magnificent world, they are originally as low as pigs.