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Others enjoy a high-tech life in Wakanda, while the border tribes can only graze outside. The ordinary people in the tribe cannot understand the grand aspirations of their ancestors. They are resentful, dissatisfied, and feel that they are abandoned.
Daisy just looked without saying much. She came for Heart-Shaped Herb and Vibranium, not to be a freedom fighter.
If the old king and T'Challa are willing to offer Heart-Shaped Herb and Vibranium, she can even help suppress the border tribes. Whether it's with machine gun fire or gas attacks, she has no psychological barriers.
Daisy pointed to the writing on the wall of the border tribe and asked Storm, "What language is this? Ororo, do you know?"
She had studied Wakanda's language writing for a few days, recognized it, but Killmonger's father's notes only had translations between Wakandan and English, no pronunciation guide. She could write but not read.
The real world isn't like the movie world. The whole universe can't speak English. To further engage in contact with Wakanda, she had to learn the language.
Storm and T'Challa had a good relationship, so she naturally knew the language. She hesitated for a moment but nodded in agreement.
"Can you teach me?" Daisy smiled brightly.
Storm couldn't find a reason to refuse this reasonable request. She knew the thoughts of the old king and T'Challa, wanting to step out of Wakanda and be accepted by the world, but also fearing the outside world coveting their Vibranium and technology. What was lacking now was a bridge.
Daisy might be a bit lower in rank, but it was a good start. Learning the language deepens understanding, and that should be a good thing.
Storm then started teaching Daisy Wakandan. She didn't know that Daisy had secretly learned a significant portion herself. Now, she had lacked pronunciation problems. Storm thought that Daisy was learning too fast but just attributed it to the extensive training of agents.
During the learning process, the two women gradually became familiar with each other. Ororo appeared serious but in reality, she was quite rebellious. Leaving Kenya for Egypt in her youth and becoming a street thief was evidence. She didn't like a stagnant life; her personality was like a storm, free-spirited.
Now constrained by Professor Charles, her innate nature was hard to change. She still liked adventure and excitement. She was fascinated by Daisy's stories of leading agents to besiege Nazis.
Their relationship slowly changed from passersby to acquaintances.
There was still some distance from being friends. It belonged to the kind that if they met on the battlefield in the future, they could exchange a few words before fighting.
"You've been waiting for a long time. Wakanda is indeed under external threat, and my father wants to see you." It wasn't until the evening of the next day that T'Challa rushed back. Seeing Daisy learning Wakandan, he was pleased. Similar to Storm's thoughts, he also saw it as a goodwill gesture, and he took the two women on a plane into the mountains surrounding Wakanda.
On the way, Daisy saw at least three layers of barriers – electromagnetic devices, stealth devices, and some kind of microwaves that seemed to resist mental scans.
The plane had its recognition system, passing through several layers of barriers. Wakanda finally unveiled its mystery in the twilight of the setting sun.
T'Challa and Storm had been observing Daisy's reaction from the corner of their eyes. Daisy also showed a perfectly timed surprise, satisfying their vanity.
Daisy didn't act much; she was genuinely surprised.
In the towering mountains, the river shimmered in the sunlight, seemingly declaring the majesty of the place.
Following the river, a city with a high-tech feel came into view. The city style was different from what she had seen before, with glimpses of the appearance of ancient buildings.
Wakandans added technological elements to their originally rugged and bold architecture as if building several features from different eras together. The barbarism revealed civilization, and tribal culture contained advanced technological products – this was Wakanda.
Wakanda's tech tree was a bit skewed. For example, they had advanced laser weapons but still used machetes for martial arts. There were high-speed railways in the city, yet ordinary people liked to stroll with baskets. Virtual imaging technology was advanced, but they still retained ancestral worship customs.
There are many strange and unreasonable aspects here, but Daisy estimates that the technological level is about fifty years ahead of the outside world and thirty years ahead of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"How did you develop this kind of technological strength?" she asked knowingly.
T'Challa smiled arrogantly without saying a word, leaving Daisy to drop the topic.
In fact, she had already figured it out. It was the Vibranium factor. Vibranium has the ability to absorb energy, and they used this characteristic to make Vibranium an endless source of energy.
Planes, trains, and weapons, including the power source of the entire city, all run on Vibranium.
The unlimited energy supply made their technology very advanced but unlike the synchronous development of the outside world., The technology tree here was somewhat deformed.
The advanced weapons were to maintain royal rule, and the lives of the people didn't improve much. Daisy saw that the markets and streets here were not much different from Puerto Rico. In the distance, most ordinary people were still engaged in trading and agriculture.
She felt somewhat disapproving in her heart, but she appropriately showed a bit of amazement on her face to satisfy their vanity.
The plane landed at the palace, and Daisy saw the royal guards, all black women, with shaved heads, wielding spears that could shoot lasers.
One could say the royal family was cunning, turning laser weapons into the shape of spears. If ordinary people tried to rebel and charged in with swords, the laser weapons would teach them how to be human.
Two rows of nuns, all wearing the same style of red battle attire, all bald. Daisy glanced at them for only a moment and decided to give up, just like how Europeans and Americans might be face-blind towards Asians; she was the same with somewhat face-blind towards these black women except for those who had extraordinary features.
"What etiquette is needed to meet your king?" Daisy asked T'Challa in a low voice as she entered the palace.
Storm stayed outside the palace gate very awkwardly; now only T'Challa accompanied Daisy.
He gently smiled, "We don't have those formalities here. This is not a formal meeting; Miss Johnson, feel free."
Daisy was happy to hear that.
Not long after entering the palace, she first met the old king's wife, the queen of this place.
The queen held a seven or eight-year-old girl, T'Challa's sister, Shuri, a female superhero with intelligence no less than Stark. Of course, she was still a little girl. Shuri curiously observed Daisy for a moment and was then led away by her mother, who wore a headpiece resembling a chef's hat.
The queen's attitude was not friendly, lips pursed, eyes cold. Daisy could sense a subtle hostility, not directed at her specifically but towards all outsiders.
T'Challa knew his mother's quirks and politely recounted Wakanda's history, diverting her attention while leading Daisy further inside.
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P.S. This fanfic was written before the Endgame(and after it), so most of the things in Phase 5 of MCU are not canon here. This fic picks up comic books in terms of the future world-building.