Azazel grimaced, looking at the huge pieces of Vibranium raw ore that his father had arranged for him, and finally understood the true meaning of his trip.
"I said, Dad, can't you let Remus bring people in to move in?" 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 they doing here, Remus, to kill them all? And there is no way for transport vehicles to come in here. The most important thing is that people are talkative. 'Wolf Pack' is one of our own, but the large number of workers and Kenya indigenous people cannot be controlled. I don't plan to let the outside world know the news here."
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!"
Azazel let out a long sigh, put his hands on a huge Vibranium Infinity Stone that was almost as tall as him, raised his eyebrows, and poof! disappeared.
Boom!
"Fuck! Damn it!"
Remus jumped on his feet, looking at the huge stone that suddenly appeared out of thin air and almost hit him, and couldn't help cursing.
Azazel 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 grew up together and have a very close relationship with each other.
Azazel 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 four or five tons of weight and teleport to more than ten kilometers away.
James has pinpointed the limits of Azazel. Capitalists' ability to exploit is truly innate.
James, who is still in the Vibranium mine, walks around and looks around at this magnificent Vibranium mountain. Wakanda's Vibranium originated from an extraterrestrial meteorite. He didn't know what magnitude this meteorite 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 has some kind of strange radiation power, which affects the Heart-Shaped Herb plants planted inside. James took out a Vibranium box found in the mine, uprooted a dozen Heart-Shaped Herb plants and put it inside.
Azazel has gone back and forth dozens of times, but there are still many Vibranium in the mine. His fatigue is visible 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's words finally freed the brick-moving coolie Azazel. He sighed and lay on the ground, panting.
Fuyou got up again, tilted his head and thought for a while, black smoke flashed, and teleported back after more than ten seconds, holding Black Panther Azzuri'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 sorted out the Heart-Shaped Herb in the box indifferently. Azazel came over and asked hesitantly, "Dad, is that leopard the same as us?"
"See this? He relies on the power of this plant."
Azazel seemed to have just discovered this Heart-Shaped Herb. He curiously held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, as if he could discern some secret.
"Let's go." James took one last reluctant look at the endless Vibranium ore and ordered Azazel.
Poof!
The two people in the mine disappeared, and the rising black smoke quickly dissipated, leaving only the mess on the ground and faintly burned ashes floating in the air.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The young T'Chaka was lying beside his father Azzuri's bed, crying non-stop. His mother Nanali and the sacrificial elders were applying herbal medicine bit by bit on Azzuri's swollen and necrotic body.
Three days have passed, and King Black Panther'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.
Nanali just had red eyes and pursed lips tightly.
She never cried from the beginning to the end. She was the princess of Wakanda, and she was also the leader of a generation of Dora Milaje, with indescribable primitive wildness and toughness.
"Do you know what to do? T'Chaka." Nanali asked in a hoarse voice.
With tears still hanging on his face, T'Chaka gritted his teeth tightly and squeezed out a voice from his throat. "I want revenge!"
Snap!
T'Chaka was slapped hard on the face by his mother, snap! snap!
Nanali slapped him twice with his backhand, making his son's face numb and his body trembling.
She finally cried and said to T'Chaka word by word, "I want you to swear that your father's and my souls can rest peacefully in the arms of Buster and Sekhmet after death, forever and ever! You are not allowed to 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. He was still sobbing a little but he swore calmly.
"I, Wakanda Golden Tribe, king, Black Panther Azzuri's son, T'Chaka, swears by the souls of his father Azzuri and mother Nanali that he will never search for them in his life. Red and White Devils came to Wakanda to seek revenge. If he violates this oath, the souls of his father and mother will not be able to rest peacefully in the arms of Buster and Sekhmet."
A few days later, Azzuri's younger brother temporarily inherited the throne, Wakanda except Jabari Tribe Jabari has been living in seclusion in the Jabari Mountains and failed to arrive in time to meet the enemy. The other four - Merchant Tribe, Border Tribe, River Tribe, and Mining Tribe - all suffered heavy losses.
Wakanda royal family, the patriarch and king of the Golden Tribe, Black Panther Azzuri was seriously injured and dying. He died of grief and anger after being paralyzed for many years.
On the day when Azzuri's younger brother was about to officially succeed him as king, Jabari Tribe raised objections. They believed that the Golden Family and the tribes failed to protect Wakanda, and thus challenged the kingship.
Wakanda The traditional rules from ancient times cannot be abolished, and the four major tribes whose vitality is severely damaged are unable to disobey Jabari Tribe, who are already powerful and have listened to the instructions but not the propaganda for hundreds of years.
The younger brother of Azzuri drank the Heart-Shaped Herb companion grass that suppressed the power of Black Panther, fought a fair fight with the Jabari patriarch, and was injured and defeated.
Since then, the throne of Vibranium country Wakanda has changed hands, and the younger son of the previous king, T'Chaka, is packing his bags and preparing to leave his hometown.
"You are still young now, how many more years should you wait?" Nanali is not that old, but in the past few years, his 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. He is not short in stature, has a strong build, and has a calmness beyond his age in his brows.
While comforting his mother, he did not stop and continued to pack his luggage quickly.
Nanali said no more, and sent out Wakanda warriors to explore and learn in batches. This was a decision jointly made by all the surviving tribal leaders, elders and successors since that day that the Wakanda people called the Red, White and Blood Night.
The reclusive Wakanda has not really seen the outside world for thousands of years. They have always had enough confidence that relying on the power of Black Panther and Sacred Metal, they can defend themselves and their greatest wealth well.
But that night, the Wakanda people were completely frightened and confused. They were finally woken up by being killed alive, like a daydream from an excessive sleep. When they woke up, they only felt 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 to learn more knowledge that can make themselves 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.