Sentinel

Chapter 372
"Is all this true?"

T'Challa, who remained silent, suddenly got up, his eyes seemed to be on fire, and he looked at the High Priest Zuri, his dark young face revealed a bit of the majesty of a king.

"Some truths are too heavy to bear, T'Challa."

Zu Rui's face was bitter. How could he expect that this old story would be revealed one day.

At the beginning, I was sent by the old king to Prince Enjob to perform surveillance tasks, but the other party didn't know it. He regarded him as a trustworthy and loyal friend, and never concealed anything except his origin.

It's a pity that Zu Rui, as a member of the Leopard tribe, can only be loyal to the king. The old king who came to inquire about the crime originally only wanted to bring Prince Enjob back to Wakanda and hand it over to the royal family of Wakanda for trial. The end of the two is at best locked in a dungeon, who knows that the two sides clashed, and the former killed his own brother by mistake for a while.

If this matter gets out, it will definitely affect the authority of the royal family, and the elders of the various tribes will not be able to accept a king who killed his brother, and this will forever become an indelible stain.

So the two who returned to Wakanda tacitly chose to conceal the truth, leaving everything dusty as if nothing had happened.

"It's not up to you to decide, we have a right to know the truth."

T'Challa, who abides by integrity, presses on every step of the way. He wants to know what happened that year.

From this perspective, T'Challa, who succeeded the throne, is not suitable to be a king. He asked Zuri to tell the truth in full view, no matter whether the ending is good or bad, it is tantamount to letting the royal family take huge risks.

"I promise to keep a secret for the king."

Zu Rui lowered his head. Over the years, he has also been burdened with a heavy sense of guilt. He often thinks of Prince Enjob lying in a pool of blood, with those empty eyes staring at him, like a silent questioning.

"Now I am your king!"

T'Challa roared angrily, and under his constant questioning, the high priest Zuri finally revealed the truth. Perhaps the details were somewhat different from Xiao En's reasoning, but it was an established fact that the old king killed Prince Enjob.

The parliament hall was dead silent, and the elders of each tribe had complicated expressions and different eyes. Who would have imagined that the old king, known for his benevolence, would have committed such crimes.

T'Challa lost his eyesight and suffered a heavy blow.He wholeheartedly wanted to become a monarch like his father and be loved and supported by the people, but Zu Rui's words shattered all the illusions of the young king.

Moreover, Sean's long-winded speech full of malice made other people have more subtle associations. He sent his brother to the other side of the ocean and placed spies beside him. This series of methods made the accident seem to have something else hidden. .

The old king T'Chaka accidentally killed his brother, and now it seems more deliberate. At first, the high priest Zuri wanted to justify a few words, but seeing the suspicious eyes of everyone, he wisely chose to shut up.

"Now that the truth is out, let's discuss the follow-up matters."

There was a smile on the corner of Sean's mouth. The reason why he asked General Ross to withdraw his troops was that he didn't want to give more excuses to the World Security Council. Countries would not sit back and watch the United States occupy Wakanda and enjoy the vibration resources alone.

Rather than letting the world's major powers beat their heads to pieces, it is better to sit down and share the cake together. As for who will be the referee for dividing the benefits, of course it is yourself.

The NATO army is only used to open the gate of Wakanda, and the important chess piece that plays a real role is Killmonger, who has the blood of the royal family.

A new king who can't find any mistakes in legal principles and can make other tribes obey by default is undoubtedly an excellent support object.

"First of all, Eric Stevens, the son of Njob, follows the Wakanda tradition and is indeed qualified to challenge the king. Second, the former king T'Chaka made a big mistake. As his son , the incumbent King T'Challa's succession to the throne is clearly being questioned."

Sean spoke in a calm manner, and the tribal elders present did not dare to say much. Even the gnashing Queen Mother of Wakanda and the members of the royal family could only swallow their anger.

The opponent has already occupied the righteousness, and even if they struggle more, it will be useless. Now they can only pin their hopes on T'Challa's bravery and defeat Killmonger.

"It might as well be like this, let's let the grievances of the previous generation be resolved in this generation." Sean suggested, "Using the traditional method of Wakanda, let the two sides fight duels, and the winner is king."

Killmonger was excited and clenched his fists. He had waited too long for this day. T'Chaka, who killed his father and enemy, was old and half dead. Even if his revenge was successful, he would not feel any pleasure.

But T'Challa is different. Let the old leopard see his son die in his own hands, and fill the emptiness in his heart with the crying and wailing of his enemies, which can satisfy the ritual sense of revenge even more.

"I want to kill you with my own hands under the eyes of everyone."

The corner of Killmonger's mouth twitched, not hiding the killing intent in his heart.

He didn't care about the young and strong T'Challa. Although the other party had taken the heart-shaped herb, in the traditional duel in Wakanda, in order to ensure the fairness of the contest, the power of the black panther would be temporarily removed.

In this way, even though T'Challa is the most valiant and powerful fighter in Wakanda, Killmonger is not afraid at all. Known as a killer and trafficker, it can be seen how terrifying its true strength is.

A royal aristocrat who lived in a honeypot and had never experienced a real fight could fight a ferocious cheetah predating in the jungle?
"The challenge ceremony takes weeks to prepare!"

The royal family is still unwilling to give up and wants to fight for more opportunities for T'Challa.

The more time is left for them, the greater the chances of T'Challa winning in the duel. A helpless outsider, even if he is really the son of Prince Enjob, without the support of various tribes, what will happen?
The Queen Mother of Wakanda looked at Sean, as long as this young man was settled, it would be easier for T'Challa to win the duel.

Divide part of the benefits to the elders and leaders of the various tribes, persuade them to continue to support the royal family, and then let Killmonger "accidentally die" like his father, who can say more?
This black woman from aristocratic background has never learned anything else from her husband's side, intrigues, intrigues, and schemes. She is already better than blue.

"I don't need that long! Just give me weapons, give me a Wakanda king who dares to stand upright in front of me, and that's enough!"

T'Challa took the royal ring and held it tightly in his hand. He wanted to remove the stigma for his father and restore the majesty of the royal family.

Only in this battle, if he wins the opponent openly and aboveboard, can he secure the position of king.

"I accept the challenge." T'Challa replied in a deep voice.

"Cherish every second now, every breath of air you breathe, and I will send you down to meet the black panthers of all ages later."

Killmonger grinned like a shark with sharp teeth, exuding a strong smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)