Marvel Reverses Wolverine Chapter 51

  Chapter 51 Oath

  Asazuo looked at the huge vibrating gold ore that his father arranged for him with a bitter face, and finally understood the true meaning of his trip.

   "I said, Dad, can't Remus bring someone in and move in?" The Red Devil tried to fight again.

James thought for a while, then shook his head and explained: "After all, there are still a large number of aborigines. What did Remus and the others come in to kill them all? And there is no way for transport vehicles to come in here. The most important thing is that there are too many people talking. , the 'wolves' are our own people, but a large number of workers and Kenyan indigenous people can't be controlled. I don't plan to let the outside world know the news here."

  He looked a little more stern, and urged: "You also take this opportunity to exercise well, and do some work so there are so many problems!"

  Azazuo let out a long sigh, and stuck a huge vibranium rough stone that was almost as tall as him with both hands, his eyebrows raised, poof! Disappeared.

  Boom!

   "Fack! Damn it!"

  Remus hopped his feet, looking at the huge rock that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and almost hit him, he couldn't help cursing.

   Asazuo was panting heavily, and said with a bad face: "Clean up quickly, cover it with a cloth, and go to work."

   Remus cursed with a smile, they also grew up together, and they are very close to each other.

  Asazuo flickered back and forth to transport the vibrating gold ore and a part of the original vibrating gold that had been smelted and purified and glowed a blue light. Each time he had to carry four or five tons of weight and teleport to more than ten kilometers away.

  James pinpointed the limit of Asazzo, and the exploitative ability of capitalists is really innate.

James, who is still in the Zhenjin Mine, wanders around and looks around at this magnificent Zhenjin Mountain. The Vibrating Gold in Wakanda comes from a meteorite from outside the sky. He doesn't know what magnitude this meteorite has reached, but look at it The huge space mined inside, regardless of the weight and density of vibration gold, is at least at the level of one billion tons.

  The vibrating gold meteorite has some kind of strange radiation power, which affects the heart-shaped grass plants planted inside. James took out a vibrating gold box found in the mine, uprooted a dozen heart-shaped grasses and put it in.

  A Sazuo went back and forth dozens of times, but there was still a lot of vibrating gold in the mine. He was tired visible to the naked eye, his tail rested weakly on the ground, and his steps were stilted, as if his body had been hollowed out.

   "That's it, it's almost enough, and I'll come back later when it's not enough."

  James' words finally liberated Asazo, the coolie who moved the bricks. He lay on the ground with a long sigh, gasping for breath.

   He climbed up again, tilted his head and thought for a while, black smoke flickered, and teleported back after more than ten seconds, holding the panther head helmet of the black panther Azuli in his hand.

   "Hey, it's finally a long trip, so I have to bring some souvenirs."

  Looking at the strange look in his father's eyes, he hurriedly said, "I just took the helmet, that leopard is already dying."

  James sorted out the heart-shaped grass in the box indifferently, and Asazo came over and asked hesitantly, "Father, is that leopard the same as us?"

   "See this, he relies on the power of this plant."

  As if he had just discovered the heart-shaped grass, he held it in his hand curiously and looked it over carefully, as if he could see something.

   "Let's go." James took a last look at the endless vibrating gold ore, and ordered Asazo.

   Poof!

  The two people in the mine disappeared, and the rising black smoke quickly dissipated, leaving only a mess on the ground, and faintly burning ashes floating in the air.

   "Woooooooooo Father"

  The young T'Chaka was lying on his father Azuli's bedside and weeping unceasingly. His mother Nanali and the elder priests were applying herbal medicine to Azuli's swollen and necrotic body little by little.

  Three days have passed, and the Panther King's aura is still very weak, but his life has been saved for the time being. Whether he can wake up depends on Buster's will.

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

  She has never cried from the beginning to the end. She is the princess of Wakanda, and even the leader of a generation of Dora's guards. She has unspeakable primitive wildness and tenacity.

   "Do you know what to do, T'Chaka." Nanali asked hoarsely.

   T'Chaka, with tears still hanging on his face, gritted his teeth tightly and squeezed out a voice from his throat: "I want revenge!"

Snapped!

   T'Chaka slapped his mother heavily on the face, bang! Snapped!

  Nanali slapped her backhand twice again, which made her son's face numb and his body trembling.

She finally cried and said to T'Chaka word by word: "I want you, and I swear that the souls of your father and me will return to the embrace of Buster and Sekhmet after death." , forever and ever! Do not seek revenge from that devil!"

"Mother."

   "Swear!"

   T'Chaka's tears stopped inexplicably. He hoarsely voiced, his fists clenched and folded on his chest, and he swore calmly with some sobs.

"I, the Golden Tribe of Wakanda, King, T'Chaka, the son of Azuri the Black Panther, swear by the souls of my father Azuli and my mother Nanali, I will never seek out the red ones who came to Wakanda. The white devil takes revenge, if you break this oath, the souls of father and mother will restlessly return to the embrace of Buster and Sekhmet."

A few days later, Azuli's younger brother temporarily succeeded to the throne. Wakanda has been living in seclusion in the Jabari Mountains except for the Jabari tribe of the apes, and failed to meet the enemy in time. The mining tribe suffered heavy losses.

  The royal family of Wakanda, the patriarch and king of the Golden Tribe, the black panther Azuli was seriously injured and dying, and died of grief and anger after being paralyzed for many years.

   On the day when Azuli's younger brother was about to formally succeed the king, the ape tribe raised objections. They believed that the Golden Family and the tribes had failed to defend Wakanda, so they challenged the kingship.

  The traditional rules of Wakanda cannot be broken since ancient times, and the four major tribes that have been seriously injured are also unable to disobey the already powerful tribe of orangutans who have listened to the tune and refused to listen to it for hundreds of years.

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

   Since then, the throne of Wakanda, the country of Zhenjin, has changed hands, and T'Chaka, the youngest son of the former king, is packing his bags at this moment and preparing to leave his hometown.

   "You are still young, how about waiting a few more years?" Nana Li's age is not considered old, but in the past few years, her hair is already full of gray hair.

   "Mother, that's what you said two years ago. I didn't just go out alone. The tribe has sent out many people in batches in recent years. My cousins ​​will take care of me. Don't worry."

   T'Chaka is already a teenager, not short in stature, with a strong physique, and a calmness beyond his age in his brows and eyes.

   While comforting his mother, he continued to pack his bags swiftly without stopping.

Nana Li didn't say much anymore, she sent out group after group of Wakanda warriors to explore and learn. This is the day that Wakanda people called the Red and White Blood Night, and all of them survived. It is a joint decision of the tribal leaders, elders and successors.

Wakanda, which is reclusive and closed, has not really seen the outside world for thousands of years. They have always had enough confidence, relying on the power of the Black Panther and Holy Gold, to be able to defend themselves and their greatest wealth. .

  But that night, the Wakanda people were completely terrified and confused, and they were finally awakened alive, like a daydream that was too soundly asleep, waking up with only chaotic pain and confusion.

Carefully selected tribal warriors and smart young men and women have assumed the responsibility of saving the country's future. They must see what the world is like today and how many forces can threaten Wakanda. Learn more knowledge that can make you stronger.

   And this process will be extremely hard and painful. This group of primitive races who were once high and proud will find that in this magnificent world, they are as low as pigs.

  (end of this chapter)

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