Wakanda in Chaos

Negotiation is the process by which two parties exchange opinions, seek solutions, and ultimately reach an agreement.

It's normal for Azzuri to want to lower the price, but Russell doesn't think there's anything to discuss. Obtaining a piece of land and the right to mine Vibranium veins is his bottom line.

"Your Majesty, negotiations must be based on equality between the two sides, but clearly, you are not in a position to do so." Russell leaned back in his chair, implying that prisoners should not ask for too much since their fates are not in their own hands.

"No, you don't understand what Vibranium means in Wakanda. Your appetite is too big. If I really agree, the king of Wakanda should be replaced." Azzuri shook his head directly. If Russell insisted on his own opinion, it would be a dead end, which would not benefit either side.

Russell nodded, and after a moment of serious thought, said, "Well, then let's arrest the next king too."

Azzuri felt a chill run down his spine, but his expression remained calm. "It's no use. Wakanda can do without a king."

Russell shrugged. "Then there's nothing to discuss. Guards, bring His Majesty the King..."

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

Azzuri leaped up, jumping more than three meters to the tent entrance. He gripped his collar and trousers tightly, his eyes filled with despair and grief, silently telling a story.

Russell rolled his eyes. "Guards, take His Majesty the King away. Let him come to see me when he has come to his senses."

Azzuri was dragged away while struggling, and Russell continued to enjoy Yelena's massage. He had made up his mind to establish the base in Wakanda, and Azzuri had no choice but to agree.

Russell didn't see his actions as villainous, and he had no intention of interfering in Wakanda's politics. Both sides kept to themselves, focusing on their own development. Although Wakanda ceding a piece of land was a disgrace to the nation and its people, they ultimately benefited.

Russell possesses a technological foundation exceeding seventy or eighty years of Earth's technology. Even a small leak of technology on a daily basis would be enough for the Wakanda to achieve a technological leap and benefit for life.

As for the national treasure Vibranium, the Wakanda were too stubborn. They didn't even manage to mine one-tenth of it before the country was destroyed. What's the big deal if they take a little? Do you think Russell would mine all the Vibranium?

"Hmm, I shouldn't be that kind of person..."

Speaking of destroying a country, Russell felt that a country like Wakanda, which possessed great treasures but had a small land area, would be better off finding a powerful ally to rely on rather than secretly developing its own infrastructure.

What's the use of money? With such a small population, a single flood could wipe out the entire country!

This is also why Russell was so fearless. Wakanda is near Lake Turkana, and he could easily have flooded Wakanda. He didn't because he was kind-hearted; he wasn't a supervillain who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and he preferred peaceful solutions to killing.

"Bring me the map. We're going to Lake Turkana. I need to see where the terrain is low-lying." Russell waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately packed up their tents, started the trucks, and headed towards Lake Turkana.

The capital of Wakanda at this time.

The once tranquil Berningzana, surrounded by towering mountains and lush greenery, is now filled with cheering and arguing crowds.

A waterfall cascades down, roaring like thunder, as if a thousand Beast were fighting and howling, finally tumbling and tumbling down. It pours over the giant rocks, stirring up thousands of waves at the foot of the mountain, creating a misty spray.

At the breach at the edge of the waterfall, the water flowed swiftly. The elders of the five tribes gathered together. Since Azzuri was not present, the Golden Tribe was temporarily led by Nanali.

The five tribes stood in one corner, with each elder backed by a burly tribal warrior whose wolf-like, aggressive gaze swept back and forth, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Today is the day to elect a new king. According to Wakanda's rules, the king can only be born from one of the five tribes, because only the people of these five tribes have royal blood.

Waaaaah————

The horns sounded, and the warriors struck their spears into the ground, singing the tribe's song of courage amidst the splashing water.

Five warriors stepped forward amidst a crowd. The other four tribes, including the Golden Tribe, were all young and strong juniors. Only the White Ape Tribe was different; the one vying for the throne was the Elder White Ape.

Everyone was stunned. Elder White Ape was quite old, and the young people here were all his nephews and nieces. If a fight really broke out... wouldn't he be beaten to death?

"Elder White Ape, let's pass the throne to the successor!"

An elder looked at him strangely. Everyone knew that Elder White Ape coveted the throne, but he was not young anymore. If he were to become king, how many years could he reign?

It would be better to give the opportunity to young people, rather than have them beaten to death on the spot and humiliated in front of the people.

"No need for you to worry, I will definitely be the next king of Wakanda." The Elder White Ape grinned maliciously, applying paint to his face as he pleased.

The five tribes each have their own beliefs. The Golden Tribe worships the Black Panther God, while the White Ape Tribe worships the White Ape God, who is the opposite of the Black Panther totem. The Elder White Ape knew that no matter how old and vigorous he was, he could not compete with the younger generation, but he was unwilling to give up the opportunity to become king. In order to make himself stronger, he joined forces with the White Ape Cult in the tribe, killed a legendary white giant ape, and obtained the power of this Beast by eating its flesh and drinking its blood through an ancient ritual.

He now possesses superhuman strength, endurance, and reaction speed, which is the source of his confidence, making his bid for the throne a sure thing.

The bugle calls grew more urgent, and the shouts of the warriors intensified. Finally, at the peak of their fervor, all the sounds abruptly ceased.

The battle for the throne has officially begun, and the last person standing will become the new king of Wakanda.

"Roar----"

Elder White Ape roared, displaying a lung capacity that was extremely disproportionate to his age.

He bent his legs, sprang high into the air, leaving a splash of water in his wake, and reappeared in front of the warrior representing the Golden Tribe.

"Get down!"

The speed was too fast. The warriors of the Golden Tribe only had time to raise their spears to block before they were struck by fists that came hurtling like cannonballs. They were sent flying backward and fell into the waterfall's breach.

"..."

In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded. Except for the people of the White Ape Tribe who were cheering and dancing, the people of the other tribes felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

"How is that possible? This power is definitely not something Elder White Ape could possess. He must have taken the Heart-shaped herb."

"He has violated the rules. In the competition for the throne, one must not take the Heart-shaped herb." Seeing that things were not going well, several elders accused Elder White Ape of violating the rules and wanted to disqualify him from running for the throne.

"You bunch of idiots, it's not only the Heart-shaped herb that can make people strong, the White Ape God is the most powerful god." The Elder White Ape sneered and knocked down the other three tribal warriors one by one.

Just like a child fighting an adult, these three were defeated very quickly, completely unable to resist.

"From this day forward, I am the new king of Wakanda!" Elder White Ape laughed loudly, tearing open his light armor to reveal his muscular physique. "My first order as king is that the White Ape Cult will become the sole faith in Wakanda."

"That's impossible!"

The Golden Tribe was outraged, and Nanali directly accused them. "The Black Panther God is the symbol of Wakanda's unity. The White Ape God you speak of is just an Evil God who brings war. It has no right to replace the Black Panther God."

The other three elders were also furious. Wakanda's main religion is the Black Panther God, but that doesn't mean it's a single religion. There are also many who worship crocodile totems, lion totems, and hyena totems. The Elder White Ape's attempt to wipe them all out immediately provoked a strong backlash.

"Hahaha, I knew you wouldn't accept this..." Elder White Ape laughed loudly, "My second order as king is to exterminate all of you rebels. Warriors of the tribe, the time has come to fight for the White Ape God."

As soon as the words were spoken, hundreds of warriors from the White Ape Tribe rushed out from all four sides of the breach, and a massacre ensued. The warriors of the four tribes were short-handed and could only cover the retreat of the elders, who crawled into the mountain caves behind them and ran frantically back to their tribes.

Whoosh!

With a whooshing sound, a spear pierced through the Elder White Ape's chest from behind. The breach fell silent; no one could believe their eyes. The dramatic scene had come too suddenly.

At the edge of the turbulent breach, the Golden Tribe warrior who had been thrown off the waterfall cliff by the Elder White Ape climbed up. He strode up behind the Elder White Ape and suddenly drew his spear.

Hot blood splattered on his face as he raised his spear high. "I am the new king of Wakanda!"

"What did you say?"

The Elder White Ape, who had been struck by a spear, did not die. He kicked up water, splashing it onto the face of the Golden Tribe warrior, and snatched the spear away with a large hand. Instead of killing the warrior outright, he clamped his hands around the man's neck and lifted him high into the air.

The warrior of the Golden Tribe's pupils constricted, he couldn't breathe, and he desperately tried to pry open the hands that were gripping his neck. His strength was so great that the Elder White Ape almost lost his grip.

"Such great power..." Elder White Ape seemed to have realized something, and said with a fierce expression, "So that's how it is. You took the Heart-shaped herb. Damn Golden Tribe, you are the ones who violated the rules."

After he finished speaking, he lifted the warrior of the Golden Tribe high and slammed him down on the sharp rocks at the edge of the cliff.

Click!

The rocks shattered, and the warrior immediately coughed up blood. He staggered as he tried to stand up, but was knocked down again by Elder White Ape's punch.

"Anyone who dares to defy me... shall die!" Elder White Ape took a spear and thrust it repeatedly into the warrior's chest until the warrior stopped breathing.

"Is the Rhinoceros Formation ready?"

Elder White Ape scooped water to wash the wound on his chest; the excruciating pain made his face contorted and ugly.

"Elder... my king is ready." The soldier was intimidated by the Elder White Ape's imposing aura and stammered.

"Release the signal and kill all the rebels! Let them know what the majesty of a king is!" The Elder White Ape's eyes were filled with even more ferocity. He had gained the power of Beast, and with it, the bloodthirstiness of Beast.