With the negotiation team, he walked out of the conference room and headed directly to the S.H.I.E.L.D. transport aircraft that had already started on the square, which instantly took off vertically.
After Alexander Pierce quickly recounted the events, he immediately issued an emergency retreat order.
The generals of the joint forces, shocked, immediately instructed their soldiers to retreat swiftly.
The orders from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the retreat orders from the joint forces were delivered at the fastest speed to every agent and soldier in Wakanda on their personal communicators.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, upon receiving the orders, seemed somewhat suspicious of what had happened, but this did not hinder their turn to retreat.
The soldiers carried out the retreat orders silently.
They were soldiers, obeying orders and following commands was their instinct.
Very soon.
Across the Wakanda River, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and soldiers who were confronting Wakanda soldiers turned and retreated, catching the attention of the Wakanda soldiers.
At first, they were very vigilant.
But...
As more and more soldiers turned and retreated from Wakanda at a marching speed, their faces were filled with confusion and puzzlement.
At this moment, a clever Wakanda soldier seemed to realize something.
He looked at the retreating backs of the soldiers and agents, his eyes lit up, and he instinctively spoke in a voice tinged with surprise.
"They retreated, did we succeed?"
"What, we won?"
"The Security Council surrendered?"
"We won!"
"Wakanda!"
"Long live!!"
Amidst a series of chaotic exclamations, in an instant, the Wakanda vanguard troops, who were confronting the joint forces across the river, instantly fell into the joy of victory.
And when the cheers from the river line spread backwards, the Wakanda soldiers initially looked confused. Upon hearing the cheers, after a moment of daze, they joined the crowd of cheering people and entered a festive celebration.
When the cheers from outside the capital were carried by the wind into the Wakanda capital, the Wakandans from various tribes in the capital city began to howl like gorillas.
"We won!"
"Leopard God above!"
"We drove away those robbers who coveted us."
"Great, we won!"
"Wakanda!"
"Long live!"
With a roar from one of the Black Barbarians, accompanied by the echo from the other Barbarians, in just a few breaths, the entire Wakanda capital fell into a roaring celebration.
The cries of long-live Wakanda constantly echoed throughout the capital.
Wearing green attire adorned with shells and scales, the River Tribe began dancing excitedly on the spot.
They were the tribe that suffered the most losses in this crisis.
Because their warriors mostly perished while preventing the Hell Hulk from landing in the Wakanda capital, destroyed like slaughtered pigs and dogs, later suffering heavy losses again in the joint forces' advance.
Currently...
Upon hearing such good news, how could they not be excited?
For their tribal chief had already told them the new king's negotiation bottom line with the joint forces.
Vibranium could be traded with the joint forces.
But the blameworthy one, the one who exposed Wakanda, Hawk, must be handed over for Wakanda's judgment.
The new king also promised them to acquire Hawk's head to honor the late old king and the tribesmen who perished in this disaster.
The joint forces' retreat indicated the end of negotiations between them and the new king.
So...
Soon, the damned culprit, the human Hawk responsible for this calamity, would be delivered to Wakanda, and Hawk's blood would be used to honor their deceased tribesmen.
The Black Barbarians of the River Tribe cried with joy.
The Black Barbarians of the Mining Tribe were equally excited.
Living by mining Vibranium for generations, they have long regarded it as their lifeline, so when the joint forces began mining Vibranium, they dispersed and continuously raided at night, causing heavy casualties amongst the joint forces initially.
But they too lost many tribesmen, especially after S.H.I.E.L.D. agents entered the field. Their proud nocturnal racial skills were almost ineffective.
After all...
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents possessed the most advanced thermal imaging night vision equipment. The male agent who led, skilled with a bow and arrow, and the female agent proficient with throwing knives once made them fear venturing out at night.
Other tribes were equally excited.
In just a moment, the entire Wakanda capital fell into a sea of celebration.
Soon.
The capital city's celebration also reached the Imperial Palace.
The new King T'Challa and the tribal chiefs, sitting in place puzzled as to why today's negotiations ended abruptly before they had formally begun, upon learning that the joint forces and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had retreated from Wakanda to the Hell Passage, found themselves at a loss.
The clueless tribesmen thought their negotiations succeeded.
But only they knew that negotiations had not even started.
So the question arose.
Obviously, negotiations hadn't concluded, so why did the joint forces and S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly retreat from Wakanda?
"Could it be that they found out we weren't backing down, so they wisely retreated?"
"Yes, could they be afraid of us, shocked by the unity we demonstrated, and so retreated?"
"Our Vibranium weapons are unmatched."
"Exactly."
"They must be afraid."
"Right!"
"Wakanda forever!"
"Forever!!"
The chieftains from several major tribes whispered among themselves, starting with speculation, then determination, and finally the same excitement and revelry, all taking less than ten seconds.
In an instant, the entire meeting room turned into a sea of celebration.
Only the new king T'Challa, who had been sent to study in London by the old king in his youth, now having taken the Heart-shaped Grass and donned the Black Panther Battle Armor, sat silent on his throne, watching the chieftains who had quickly entered the revelry mode within that short ten seconds.
The sadness and joy between people are different.
The chieftains felt very happy.
But T'Challa didn't feel the same way; he even thought they were somewhat noisy.
At this moment.
The Dora Guard Captain, holding a Vibranium Spear and wearing a Vibranium Necklace around her neck, came in hurriedly from the outside, ignoring the celebrating chieftains and went straight to the new king T'Challa's side, whispering, "The New York mission failed."
The new king T'Challa, upon hearing this, immediately looked up at the reporting Guard Captain.
The next second.
T'Challa took a deep breath and stood up from his throne, leading the Guard Captain, directly passing the still-celebrating chieftains, and arrived at the imperial palace's battle command room.
The battle command room in the Imperial Palace was also in a state of busy activity.
Monitor after monitor projected into the air showed the joint forces retreating from Wakanda like a rapid march.
Just as T'Challa led the Guard Captain into the command room, the screens in the command room started blaring.
"Detection of strong energy signals approaching rapidly."
"Matching."
"Result obtained, Hawk... Updating data!"
"Hawk Phoenix, New Yorker, last energy signal appearance... Wakanda."
"We've located the energy signal position."
"Display it!"
With the full effort of Wakanda's female technology group, the S.H.I.E.L.D satellite secretly launched into space by Wakanda quickly pinpointed Hawk's current location.
But...
Once the location image appeared, the busy Wakandans fell into brief silence.
Upon seeing the image, T'Challa immediately turned and left the battle command center behind him, stepping outside.
Then he looked up.
In sight.
In the sky miles high, Hawk hovered naturally, expressionless.
Black Panther T'Challa looked at Hawk high above, almost gritting his teeth, squeezing out two words from his throat with a voice filled with a desire to consume him entirely.
"Hawk!!"
"..."
High in the sky, waiting for the last batch of joint soldiers to evacuate, Hawk seemed to have sensed something and looked toward the gaze directed at him.
In sight.
He saw a Black Barbarian standing on the Wakanda palace's bluestone slab, looking up and meeting his gaze.
"Oh."
"This barbarian's gaze is fierce."
"Did I kill your dad or destroy your nation?"
"Forget it."
"It's not important."
Hawk's mind spun with these thoughts, only glancing at the Black Barbarian who looked at him with hatred before withdrawing his gaze.
He didn't care about this unknown Black Barbarian.
After all, many people loathed him.
Compared to Mephisto, who currently resents him, what is this unknown Black Barbarian?
The most important point.
The time had come.
It was time to send Wakanda off.
Looking at the joint soldiers still slightly away from the safe distance, Hawk didn't plan on waiting.
After all, thirty minutes promised meant thirty minutes.
NEXT SECOND!
The projection of the Phoenix's phantom emerged behind him, shimmering golden but actually just a bronze-like Phoenix Holy Armor, revealed in fiery flames.
Even though he now had the latest Black Phoenix Nether Armor.
But...
What caliber of Wakanda to compare with Mephisto, does it deserve his Black Phoenix Nether Armor?
To bury Wakanda!
The Phoenix Holy Armor is more than enough.
At this moment.
Standing on the ground, looking at Hawk as he indifferently glanced at him once and then ignored him, Black Panther T'Challa's internal fury exploded entirely.
But just then.
Watching the Phoenix Holy Armor appear high above in the sky, T'Challa's mind raced, considering the rapid evacuation of the joint forces and suddenly thought of the most unlikely possibility. His face changed dramatically as he rushed into the command room behind him.
His voice broke with urgency!
"Activate the Vibranium Protection Shield, notify all tribesmen to return to the city immediately!"
"Hurry!"
"..."