Chapter 48 The Battle of Asazor
The man is tall and tall, even taller than James who is more than 190 centimeters now.
He is wearing a dark black half-covered metal armor. Except for some joints that are connected by leather and iron locks, most of the body parts are well protected.
There are sharp and sharp hooks on the arm, and the five fingertips are silvery white and sharp.
He wears a black panther bite-style helmet on his head, with four thick, long and sharp leopard teeth arranged up and down, his face is exposed, he has a beard, thick lips, and sharp eyes.
"Who are you!" the armored man asked in Hausa.
Thankfully, James doesn't expect anyone here to speak English at the moment, Hausa is enough.
"The Lost Traveler."
He responded calmly, James is still very interested in communicating with the people here, if it can save some time for future research, it would be best.
The man took a deep look at Asazo, of course he didn't think this would be an inadvertent intrusion of ordinary outsiders.
Wakanda is surrounded by dense forests. With the efforts of generations of tribes for thousands of years, not only the roads to the real hinterland of Wakanda are arranged in a strange and difficult way, but also there are countless types of traps and hidden stake guards.
When he was a teenager decades ago, the kingdom encountered a group of white people who had planned to break into the kingdom, and they just circled around, and they were all arrested by the border guards as soon as they found their way in.
Those people also brought a lot of gunpowder weapons called guns at that time, which caused some damage to the warriors of the guard. In the end, his father, the previous generation of black panthers took action, and crushed and wiped out those who dared to resist.
The most important thing is this red-skinned monster with a long tail and a ferocious face, which is exactly the same as the demon stories circulating on the grassland.
Azuli suddenly realized deeply that today is probably the most dangerous day in the history of Wakanda.
"The unknown person, get down on the ground and catch him without a fight. He can give you a way to survive." Azuli finally roared tentatively in Hausa.
"They made you wait to die."
James smiled and said something to Asazo, and then said to the leopard armor man in front of him jokingly.
"So just coming here is a crime. No matter what the reason is, those who discover the secrets of Wakanda will be branded and imprisoned forever. Black Panther, you are too conceited."
Azuli's pupils constricted, and the words of the human man in front of him made him understand that Wakanda's secrets had been left outside.
"Dora Guard!"
The Black Panther King shouted loudly, and a team of strong women holding excellent spears quickly stepped forward and surrounded the two people in the middle. They were dressed in red clothes and gold armor, held their spears flat, squatted slightly, and had stern faces.
The Dora Guard is the most powerful warrior in Wakanda since ancient times. Every king of Wakanda is protected by a group of all-female guards "Dora" who are good at using various weapons. A woman elected by the various tribes of Wakanda.
Being a member of the guard needs to be a woman to defeat all the male warriors of the tribes. They are also mortals. Women with huge innate differences in achieving such fighting abilities are all talented.
Azazzo looked at the female guards in front of him. Although they were all bareheaded and fierce, they could still tell the gender. He looked at James strangely and asked silently.
James calmly explained that Azuli, the panther on the other side, felt that he could no longer allow the human to speak a language he could not understand to the demon, and shouted: "Hunting, strangling!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The team in front formed a battle formation shoulder to shoulder, narrowing the encircling circle, and the surrounding soldiers directly threw their spears and came towards Azazoza.
All the Wakanda warriors and the Black Panther King himself take it for granted that the red devil is the most dangerous enemy. As for the unarmed white man around him, he should be just a servant of the devil.
Asazuo shrieked without waiting for an order, black smoke billowed instantly, and more than a dozen spears stuck on the grass. James moved his feet casually, avoiding a few that flew towards him.
Poof! puff! puff!
Azazuo flashed into the air, and then flashed behind a man who lost his target and panicked. He slashed the short knife across his neck neatly, and before seeing blood gushing out, he teleported to another place.
Asazo's figure can be seen floating in any position almost at the same time throughout the battlefield. He sometimes cuts his throat with a short knife, and sometimes uses both hands and tails, piercing the enemy's neck with his sharp tail.
The tribal warriors turned around in a panic, and the Wakanda soldiers, who were already full of fear of the image of the devil, gradually lost their morale and order, and made a mess.
They kept seeing their companions clutching their throats or chests to die after a burst of black smoke flashed by, but no matter how hard they slashed, they couldn't touch the devil. Their spirits began to collapse, howling loudly and even forgetting basic defense.
Azuli saw the flickering red devil, stretched his fingers, and stabbed the sharp claws on his fingertips. He tried to catch the devil several times, but failed.
He realized that these ordinary Horde warriors would only add chaos and senseless casualties by staying here.
The black panther roared and ordered, and the soldiers of various ministries retreated quickly. The elite Dora guards gathered together in twos and threes, back to back, holding spears, and the red devil flashed with precise thrusts, quickly stabilized his position. There was no more chance for Asazo to kill easily.
Asazo saw that one by one had found a way to deal with it and formed an elite female guard like a hedgehog. He also noticed some trouble, and then took aim at the powerful and tall indigenous leader in a strange armor.
His previous attacks and pursuits let Asazo know that this guy's speed and strength are definitely not ordinary humans.
Bass! bass! Clank!
A Sazuo rushed forward in a blink of an eye, and his short knife slashed several times, stabbing the armored man, but it had no effect at all.
The armor was extremely strong, and the strength of the chopping became very strange. The short knife in his hand could not cause even the slightest scratch, and the man's reaction was very fast. He had to be highly concentrated to avoid his counterattack.
James also looked serious when he saw Asazor approaching the Black Panther. He was ready to take action at any time if the situation was not good, and carefully watched the Black Panther's battle reaction to evaluate his strength.
Azuli crazily attacked the constantly flashing red devil, the leopard claws waved afterimages one by one, and his body was vigorous and nimble, writhing and jumping, trying to catch this erratic and strange figure.
Since Wakanda was united with the original eighteen tribes in ancient times, except for the infighting among the tribes, it has never been killed by outsiders so many warriors. They were beaten so embarrassingly, his angry eyes were cracked, and his claws were faster than one claw. , The keen perception brought by the black panther's power also allowed him to gradually feel the opponent's teleportation trajectory.
boom!
A Sazuo crossed his knives to block his chest, and was thrown away by a claw. He flashed again in midair, and returned to James. Only the handle of the knife was left, the clothes on the chest were also scratched, and blood oozes from the skin.
The black panther Azuli can let the attack of the red devil not hurt at all, but Azazuo can't make a single mistake. If he hadn't practiced unique fighting skills with his father since childhood and reacted quickly enough, he would have been pierced through the heart at this moment .
(end of this chapter)