Chapter 1130 Release the Pigeons

The music of the Wakanda is very monotonous. There are drums going back and forth. They are not good drums.

A bunch of men and women, even if they don't usually have tattoos, are decorated with colorful decorations on their faces at this time, which looks both barbaric and primitive.

Natasha, who sneaked into Bella's room and fought all night last night, was a little sleepy, and she wasn't too interested in Wakanda's Black Panther selection, so she was yawning.

Until the topless T'Challa came in, she was still a little out of shape.

It would be too unfair for an ordinary person to fight a black panther with a heart-shaped grass enhancement, so before the duel, the black panther T'Challa would drink a potion to remove the heart-shaped grass enhancement in his body.

After drinking the potion, T'Challa, whose muscles were bulging and full of strength, turned an abnormal gray all over his body. His muscles were shaking, his hands holding the sword and shield became weak and weak, and his eyes were full of pain.

Humans are not machines, and there is no plug-and-play function. Even if it is a machine, if the core components are forced out under the condition of power-on operation, it will lead to a series of consequences.

The process of removing the heart-shaped grass reinforcement was not pleasant. The muscles, bones, and nerves were severely damaged. It took half a minute for T'Challa to stand up again, but it could be seen that his condition was very poor.

"This group of people is really interesting. It's not fair for T'Challa to fight like this. Who do you think will win the battle for a while?" Natasha asked Bella.

Without the strengthening of the heart-shaped grass, T'Challa suffers five injuries and seven injuries. It can be said that it is extremely unfair to face Eric Krimunger, who is at the peak of his mental and physical strength in such a state.

Moreover, Eric Klimunger has his own abilities. If he secretly uses his abilities in battle, T'Challa will surely die.

Bella looked around, her expression became a little playful: "The question now is not who will win, but when will this duel start."

"What?" Her words aroused the doubts of several female soldiers of the Royal Guard, this time in Wakanda.

"Why do you say that? My son is the strongest warrior in Wakanda." The old king Tchaka asked a lot of people's minds.

While they were talking in a low voice, in the arena below, the old priest of Wakanda was asking the four major tribes one by one according to tradition.

Although frontier tribes and river tribes were dissatisfied with T'Challa and T'Challa,

They also did not come out to compete for the position of the Black Panther. The Black Panther belongs to the royal family, which is also a tradition. They have the right to challenge, but they have never used this right since ancient times, and today is no exception.

Bella said as if casually chatting: "Where is that challenger? These people foolishly let T'Challa drink the potion. It would be interesting if Eric Klimunger didn't show up."

She revealed the whereabouts of Eric Klimunger, and the old king Tchaka woke up and hurriedly turned to look at the captain of the guard.

The female warrior Okye hurriedly contacted her subordinates in the palace, but no one responded after calling several times in a row.

"Outsiders! What do you know? In the witness of the Leopard God, duels are sacred! Eric will not give up this honor!" The River Tribe Patriarch with a saucer in his lower lip scolded loudly.

Bella waved her hand and smiled indifferently. You all don't mind, so what do I mind, I hope you don't cry for a while.

The old King T'Chaka has long wanted to cancel this meaningless duel. It only makes sense for the Black Panther and the throne to be passed on to his son. If he is occupied by outsiders, he will reform his ass.

He immediately asked the priest presiding over the ceremony to stop the whole ceremony first.

What? stop? The bald-headed old priest with a tattooed face couldn't tell what was going on. Seeing that the old king's expression became more and more anxious, he looked at the medicine bowl in his hand, and at the black panther T'Challa, who was too weak.

Boy, you should drink it later!

Several clan chiefs found that Eric Krimonger was not present, and their rigid thinking could not make a correct judgment at all, and several people were confused.

"Why haven't we started yet?"

"Long live Wakanda!"

"Long live Wakanda! Hoohoho!"

Many Wakanda people who do not know the truth put their hands on their chests, some shouting slogans, some urging loudly, and some who follow along.

T'Challa didn't know why he didn't start the fight. He thought that the king's father was buying time for him. Now that nearly two minutes had passed, he felt that he had regained some strength.

This challenged tradition can be said to be extremely unfavorable to the original Black Panther. He knows it well, but tradition is tradition, it cannot be changed, and the loss can only be recognized. He took a deep breath and said to the old priest: "I am going to Okay, let's start, let Eric Krimunger come in."

The old priest was speechless, looking at T'Challa with sympathy: "Under the gaze of the great panther god, I should uphold the principle of justice, but I think... I think your opponent has missed the appointment."

What? what? A bunch of question marks popped up in the black panther T'Challa. He looked around, the heart-shaped grass reinforcement was removed, his eyesight dropped a lot, and he could only vaguely see the king's father talking to a few people. What are you talking about.

That guy didn't come? Did you release the pigeon yourself? !

He looked at the old priest angrily, and even if no one came, you let me drink medicine? That broken drug almost killed me, you know? The old priest is also very embarrassed. Wakanda has been this model for thousands of years. Who would have thought of such twists and turns? He took a heart-shaped herbal potion for the victor from the herbal bag he carried with him.

He gestured to T'Challa, meaning would you like another bowl?

If I finish drinking the heart-shaped herbal medicine, and Eric Krimunger will come back later, do I have to dissolve the medicine again? T'Challa was full of hesitation, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't help tossing back and forth like this! Will he die on the spot?

While he was hesitating, a series of loud noises came from the distant city of Wakanda, and the ground shook violently.

"Hahahaha - don't pay you to play, your defense system is really fragile, I am waiting for you in the palace." Magneto soared into the air very dashingly, and then flew to the Wakanda Palace at a very high speed. He was on the raft. Several of the subordinates above were specially selected and possessed a certain degree of water control ability, and they all jumped into the river to escape.

"Quick! Quickly give me the potion!" T'Challa made a decisive decision, grabbed the heart-shaped herbal potion from the old priest, and drank it again.

The old priest was very familiar with this process, and ordered the attendants on the side to bury the unconscious T'Challa in a specially made vessel filled with red fine sand. After that, he looked at the old king T'Challa, what to do next, boss Do you have an idea?

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