American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 380: The Battle for the Throne of Wakanda

"Little Blackie, what are you doing?"

Alan held down the automated farm implement that was about to get up.

The black man responded in awe: "The king is gathering his people. Something big must be happening."

"Join in the fun, yeah!"

Upon hearing something was happening, Alan ran to the Wakanda city with Morgan on his back.

And countless Wakanda people along the way were rushing in one direction.

The clothes they wear are similar to the traditional clothes of the Maasai people in Africa.

In short, like a piece of colorful cloth wrapped around the body.

Alan and Morgan looked as if they were used to blending into the crowd.

Obviously, they are aware of the world outside Wakanda, but they adopt a closed national management system. Except for people with special identities, ordinary people who go out privately are equivalent to giving up their nationality.

Besides, they may not be willing to give up their current lives. In the stereotype, the outside world is poor and their own country is a superior and highly developed country.

From what he saw when he entered Wakanda, Allen already understood the nature of that country.

It is essentially the same as the dictatorship of an African monarch.

If the American comic universe was not set up arbitrarily by comic editors, countries like Wakanda would really not exist.

Contradictions can be found everywhere.

Follow the current and walk to the cliff waterfall.

The wide cliff was dotted with platforms where black people were looking down at the waterfall.

On the surface of the cliff, there is an image of a black panther carved.

Of course it is Bast, the leopard god worshipped by Wakanda.

Not only were the royal family members present, but leaders of other tribes also gathered in the stands.

The platform covered with water is actually an arena, used as a battlefield for competing for the new kingdom.

Everyone waited quietly for the protagonist to appear, patiently expecting the new king to be born.

In fact, the common people did not care who the king was, they came to observe out of curiosity.

After all, members of the royal family rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with other members of the royal family, and at most they know information about the king from propaganda.

"Have you heard? The challenger is Eric, the surviving son of Prince N'Jobu."

"I haven't heard that the royal family has any information about Eric's members."

"He's been living in the outside world and now he's back."

"According to royal tradition, Eric is indeed qualified to challenge for the throne."

"Have you ever considered this question? The king has taken the heart-shaped grass. How could Eric possibly win?"

"..."

Alan listened to the people around him talking and roughly understood what was going on.

According to the plot of the movie, Black Panther T'Challa is destined to be defeated and fall off the cliff.

Then, enter the exciting plot to rise from the ashes and regain the throne.

"Grandpa, who is Eric?"

Morgan looked around curiously, as if everything was new to him.

Allen stroked his chin and said, "Eric is a blade warrior who specializes in hunting vampires. Now he has changed his appearance and become a leopard."

"So that's how it is." Morgan nodded, not quite understanding.

There are too many people with the same name in the world, especially in the Western society, which is not good at naming. If you shout "Jack" while walking on the street, everyone from children in diapers to homeless people sleeping on the roadside will probably turn around and look at you.

Of course, in Allen's eyes, Blade and Panther are similar.

Both are black, both are melee heroes, and both have the same name.

However, Allen observed many different things.

His mage skill, Omniscience, allows him to see completely different elements.

In the stands, right in the middle, there was a royal member named Suri, Black Panther's sister, who was surrounded by a layer of sharp black light.

The Black Panther mother sitting in the main seat was not there, only Suri appeared.

"Blessing from the Leopard God?"

Alan saw through the truth at a glance. It was obvious that the true royal blood could be favored by Buster, and thus was different from ordinary people in some aspects.

Shuri is the chief scientist of Wakanda and his IQ should be optimized.

Suddenly, the Quinjet landed on the platform.

Six female warriors brought Namor before Queen Ramanda.

The moment Namor showed up, everyone was shocked.

The sea tribe led by Namor was in a hostile state with Wakanda, but they managed to capture the enemy leader silently.

Ordinary people are more worried about a full-scale war.

The main reason is that Wakanda is close to the sea, and a tsunami driven by the sea people can cause them heavy losses.

"Queen, two spies have entered our country." Okoye reported.

spy! ?
Hearing this, the people on the cliff looked at each other, and then their eyes turned to Allen and Morgan.

They were the only ones present with a different skin color, so they were naturally regarded as spies.

"What are you looking at? I can tell it's Captain America from my uniform."

Looking at Alan's shameless appearance, everyone couldn't think of any words of accusation for a while.

If he was really a spy, he shouldn't have hidden himself. Coming out so blatantly to join in the fun is something that no normal person would do.

At this time, Alan bent his legs slightly.

Then, he jumped from the cliff to Namor's side.

For a moment, the female warrior raised her spear vigilantly, and the guards on the stands drew their weapons and were on alert.

"One more time, one more time."

Morgan shouted excitedly, really enjoying the feeling of jumping from a great height.

"Only once."

Alan warned seriously: "Respect the elderly."

"Well... just once."

In full view of everyone, Allen carried Morgan on his back and jumped onto the cliff like a cannonball and then jumped back onto the platform.

It has already stunned everyone.

Jumping twenty or thirty meters high is simply unbelievable.

"She's Morgan."

The silent Suri suddenly spoke up and asked for confirmation: "Is she Morgan, the daughter of Iron Man Tony?"

"Yeah." Allen responded calmly.

"Auntie Suri."

Morgan waved hello, holding up a toilet plunger.

Black Panther is a member of the Avengers, so Shuri must have had technical exchanges with Tony, and it is very reasonable for him to know Morgan.

"and who are you?"

Shuri turned to look at Allen, treating him as a kidnapper.

She doesn't remember there being any Oriental superheroes in the Avengers.

Alan put Morgan down, took off the mask and put it back on the mask on Captain America's uniform, put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "I am Tony's uncle, Morgan's grandfather, Steve's father, the second Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj, Gotham's funny bat, and now the protagonist of Captain America, Alan."

"..."

Although Suri was confused, it did not stop him from collecting relevant information about Alan through the Internet.

The information projected by the watch caused Suri's expression to change constantly.

What happened to Alan was really unbelievable. At the same time, I felt sad about so many things happening in the outside world.

The misunderstanding was cleared up and the intention was revealed.

Suri wasted no time in responding to Namor's proposal for a truce, and instead looked towards his mother, Queen Ramanda.

"Feel sorry."

Ramanda said with a heavy face: "Sir Namor, I cannot give you an answer for the time being."

With the battle for the throne about to begin, Black Panther may not be able to keep his status as king, and his promises now may not be kept.

(End of this chapter)