Marvel's princess becomes king

Chapter 1131 put pigeons

The music of the Wakanda people is very monotonous. There are just some drumbeats back and forth. They are not good drums and have no technological elements. Bella glanced at them, and they are all tattered animal skin drums.

Even though a group of men and women usually don't have facial tattoos, they are now decorated with colorful tattoos on their faces, which looks barbaric and primitive.

Natasha, who sneaked into Bella's room last night and fought all night, was a little sleepy, and she was not very interested in the selection of Wakanda's Black Panther, so she yawned aside.

Until T'Challa, who was shirtless, entered the field, she was still a little out of shape.

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

T'Challa, who was originally muscular and full of strength, after drinking the potion, was abnormally gray all over his body. His muscles were trembling, his hands holding the sword and shield became weak and weak, and his eyes were full of pain.

Human beings are not machines, and there is no plug-and-play function. Even if a machine is powered on, if the core components are forcibly extracted, it will lead to a series of consequences.

The process of removing the heart-shaped grass and strengthening it 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. T'Challa's fight like this is not fair at all. Who do you think will win the battle?" Natasha asked Bella.

Without the strengthening of the heart-shaped grass, T'Challa suffered five fatigues and seven injuries. It can be said that it is extremely unfair to face Eric Klimunger, who is at the peak of both mental and physical strength.

Moreover, Eric Klimunger has a supernatural power himself, if he secretly uses the supernatural power during the battle, T'Challa will undoubtedly 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 she used Wakanda.

"Why do you say that? My son is the strongest warrior in Wakanda." The old king T'Chaka asked many people's questions.

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

Although the frontier and river tribes were dissatisfied with T'Chaka and T'Challa and his son, they did not come out to compete for the position of the Black Panther. The Black Panther belongs to the royal family. This is also a tradition and they have the right to challenge it, but they have never Used this right before, and today is no exception.

Bella said as if chatting casually: "Where is that challenger? These people foolishly made 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 T'Chaka came to his senses, and hurriedly turned his head to look at the captain of the guard.

The female warrior Okoye hastily contacted the subordinates in the palace, but no one responded to her calls several times in a row.

"Outsiders! What do you know? Under the witness of the Leopard God, a duel is sacred! Eric will not give up this honor!" The river tribe chief with a saucer in his lower lip yelled loudly.

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

The old king T'Chaka had long wanted to cancel this meaningless duel. It only made sense to pass the Black Panther and the throne to his son. If it was occupied by outsiders, he would reform himself.

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

What?stop?The bald old priest with a tattooed face couldn't figure out 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 then at T'Challa, the black panther who was extremely weak.

Boy, you should drink it later!

Several tribal chiefs found that Eric Klimunger was not present, and their rigid thinking could not make a correct judgment at all, and they were all confused.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

"Long live Wakanda!"

"Long live Wakanda! Hohohohoo!"

Many Wakanda people who don't know the truth folded their hands on their chests, some shouted slogans, some urged loudly, and some followed suit.

T'Challa didn't know why he didn't start fighting. He thought that the king's father was buying time for him. Now that nearly 2 minutes had passed, he felt that he had recovered a little bit of strength.

The tradition of this challenge can be said to be extremely detrimental to the original Black Panther. He knows it well, but tradition is tradition and cannot be changed. If you suffer, you can only accept it. He took a deep breath and said to the old priest: "I am going to Alright, let's start, let Eric Klimunger enter the arena."

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 missed the appointment."

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

The guy didn't come?Have you been released as a pigeon? !

He looked annoyed at the old priest, no one came, so you let me drink medicine?That potion almost killed me, you know?The old priest is also very embarrassed. Wakanda has been in this mode for thousands of years. Who would have thought of such twists and turns?From the herbal pouch he carried with him, he took out a heart-shaped herbal potion for the victor.

He gestured to T'Challa, meaning how about another bowl?
If I finish drinking the heart-shaped herb potion, Eric Klimunger will come again later, will I have to dissolve the potion 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 was shaking violently.

"Hahahaha—I won't compensate you for playing, your defense system is really fragile, I am waiting for you in the palace." Magneto soared into the sky very chicly, and then flew to the Wakanda palace at a very fast speed. The few subordinates on the board were specially selected, possessing a certain degree of water control ability, and at this time they all jumped into the river to escape.

"Quick! Give me the potion!" T'Challa made a decisive decision, snatched the heart-shaped herb potion from the old priest's hand, and drank it again.

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

(End of this chapter)