Tarzan Morgan, the Doctor's son, is a ten-year-old boy.
The boy's mother died of illness this spring.
The pain of losing his mother made him depressed and unhappy.
Dr. Morgan also missed his deceased wife, but he also had important scientific research tasks to shoulder.
It is not easy to balance work and taking care of my son.
The doctor suddenly had an idea and thought of a good way to have the best of both worlds.
Influenced by his father, Tazan has been interested in wildlife and folklore since he was a child, and has always begged his father to take him abroad to participate in field surveys.
This summer vacation is a good opportunity.
In order to help his son get over the pain of losing his mother, Dr. Morgan made an exception and agreed to take him to join the Wakanda rainforest expedition team to give him a summer vacation that he would remember.
At first, the boy enjoyed his adventure.
Just when the inspection mission was about to end, trouble came!
The scientific expedition team was attacked by a group of black panthers deep in the jungle!
Led by a mixed-race guide, he managed to escape the pursuit.
Only the unlucky little Tarzan was bitten by the ferocious black panther.
The wound was quickly bandaged and treated.
It looked like the bleeding had stopped and healed, but the boy's condition showed no improvement.
The persistent high fever and delirium were damaging his brain.
The guide thought that the boy might have been infected with "lycanthropy".
He was given belladonna tincture, but it was ineffective.
The high fever became more severe and his life was in danger.
The full moon night is approaching.
The boy's blood could boil at any time and he could turn into a mad beast.
For the safety of the team, this time bomb must be isolated!
Dr. Morgan was determined not to abandon his son and insisted on staying with him.
The cold and strong mixed-blood guide knocked Dr. Morgan unconscious and took the boy away by force.
The guide is half indigenous and grew up in a rainforest tribe.
He carried the feverish and unconscious boy back to his hometown and sought treatment from the wise shaman.
This was the boy's last hope.
The old woman with tattoos and wrinkles all over her face, and a necklace of baby skulls around her neck, looked at the boy, shook her head and sighed.
"Is there little hope?" the guide asked my mother-in-law.
"It's almost hopeless." The old woman said calmly, "Go back and tell his father that the boy is dead and don't worry about him anymore."
The guide sighed and turned away.
Back on the boat, in order to make the doctor give up, the guide said that the boy was dead and his body was thrown into the river.
Probably, it has been eaten by the crocodile.
Dr. Morgan wailed.
Leave this sad place with a broken heart.
…
Over at the indigenous tribe, the old woman hasn't given up completely.
The reason why the shaman grandmother is worshipped by the tribesmen is not entirely because of her magical skills.
In fact, she is a lycanthrope.
She used a needle made from fish bones to give the unconscious boy an infusion in a primitive way.
Inject blood awakening agent.
The old woman didn't hold out any hope at all, she just tried her best to save the situation.
However, a miracle happened.
In the nightmare caused by high fever, the boy learned the "calming meditation method" to suppress the beast virus and miraculously survived!
From that day on, the boy from the city lived in the indigenous village and learned martial arts and magic from the shaman.
The beastly bloodline continued to evolve as the boy grew up.
Soon, the boy awakened his beastly abilities.
He often transforms himself into a black panther and hunts in the woods.
Occasionally, they would cooperate with local indigenous hunters to hunt more difficult large beasts.
The boy's strength earned him the hunter's admiration.
The legend about him spread among the indigenous tribes, becoming more and more bizarre.
Even the colonists who set up a trading post at the river mouth dock had heard about this leopard man named "Tarzan" who was elusive in the jungle.
…
Five years later.
An expedition team came to the rain forest.
There are 20 people in the team , and only one female member.
He was wearing a hunting suit, high boots, a deerstalker hat, and holding a copper-cased telescope in his hand.
This heroic blonde beauty was the sponsor and leader of the expedition. Her name was Arcadia von Mainz.
Arcadia is only sixteen years old and is studying at the Faculty of Folklore and Museology at Katzen University. She is very interested in rainforest ecology and indigenous folk culture.
This summer, this adventurous noble lady organized a tour group at her own expense and came to the Wakanda jungle that she had longed to visit.
Arcadia first heard the legend of "Tarzan the Leopard" while hiring a guide at the river mouth trading post.
Tarzan, a handsome young man who can transform into a black panther.
Not only that, it is said that Leopard People are kind and have a strong sense of justice.
He often helps the natives hunt wild beasts and fight against evil sub-humans.
Even colonists who got lost in the jungle were helped by him on many occasions.
Miss Arcadia immediately took a keen interest in this "noble savage".
So he arbitrarily modified the scientific expedition plan and decided to make the search for Leopard People the top priority.
Most of the other team members disagreed with this.
But there is no way, she is the boss and she has the final say.
During the expedition, we discovered footprints of big cats.
It actually walks upright!
Arcadia was excited by this discovery.
Based on her professional knowledge, she concluded that the large cat walking upright was most likely the legendary leopard man.
With full expectations, Arcadia led the team to track the leopard man.
From time to time, the faint chirping of insects could be heard in the dim woods.
There is a faint fragrance floating in the air.
Everyone, including Arcadia, thought the scent of the flowers was pleasant at first.
As we walked a little further, the fragrance of the flowers became stronger.
The fragrance is so strong that it makes people dizzy.
You can even smell a faint fishy odor.
The guide was the first to realize that the situation was not good, and he quickly urged everyone to cover their mouths and noses and retreat the same way!
It's too late.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew through the dense forest.
The increasingly strong fragrance of flowers spreads in the wind.
To be precise, it can no longer be called a fragrance.
It's clearly a suffocating stench!
Like a rotting corpse!
The stench is mixed with toxins.
The expedition members inhaled it unknowingly and fainted one after another.
Only Arcadia could still maintain a little clarity.
This noble lady's courage to explore deep into the jungle was not entirely due to her pampering and willfulness.
Her family inherits the bloodline of "Angel of Vengeance".
"Arcadia Celestial Avenger" is the origin of her name.
Arcadia has awakened her angelic bloodline and her cultivation level is at the late second stage.
Under normal circumstances, a monster that secretly releases poison is no match for her.
Unfortunately, Arcadia was born into a noble family and lacked experience in outdoor exploration. She was careless and was ambushed.
Just as she was trying to fight the dizziness caused by the poison, a rustling sound was heard in the woods.
A huge, animated corpse-scented konjac slowly crawled over, dragging its vines along.
This monster, the flower plant is three meters tall.
The petals are bright red and thick, and emit a foul smell.
A group of bats gather around the stinky flowers, pollinating them.
The corpse-fragrant konjac needs to supplement a lot of nutrients during the flowering season.
Live prey is her favorite meal.
The scent of the flowers is spread to stun the prey, and then the vines are extended to drag the prey to the front, crush the bones and pile them under the roots.
Like compost.
The climate of the tropical rainforest causes corpses to rot quickly.
The corpse-animate konjac sinks its roots into rotting corpses, greedily absorbing the nutrient-rich fluid from muscle decomposition.
This is how she eats.
Arcadia awakened the detoxification spell, but her consciousness was already blurred at this time, and she was unable to focus on casting the spell and detoxifying herself.
As the stinking strange flower approached, its two vines had already entangled the legs of the nearest expedition team member and were dragging him over.
Arcadia knew that if she couldn't hold on, the entire expedition team would be wiped out.
The girl forced herself to stand up slowly, holding onto the tree trunk.
Try your best to activate the second-level atavism form!
A holy light burst out from Arcadia's body!
When the light faded, the image had completely changed.
The golden hair turned into silver.
The metal mask covered his face, revealing a pair of bright eyes.
The gorgeous knight's armor and the pair of shining wings behind him seemed to be made of silver!
Arcadia's angel form is like a tall and muscular silver sculpture, radiating a holy glow all over!
However, she is not a real metal construct after all.
The body of an angel can only temporarily suppress the attack of the poison.
Arcadia still felt dizzy and couldn't concentrate on casting the spell.
She knew that she didn't have much time left.
We must fight quickly and decisively!
Miss Angel raised her hands and silently prayed for blessings from her ancestors.
The palm of his hand flashed with silver light, and two balls of liquid metal slowly flowed out.
Extending upwards, it takes the shape of a long sword.
Arcadia held two silver swords and rushed towards the corpse arum.
Swish! Swish!
Amid the sound of breaking wind, the sword light flashed!
The two vines were cut off on the spot!
Arcadia raised both swords with his backhand, and the hilts were connected, tightly attracted together like magnets.
Two one-handed swords combined into a double-handed sword.
Arcadia, twirling the hilt with both hands.
The double-headed sword whizzed and circled in front of her like a silver windmill.
Cut off all the vines that keep extending from the opposite side.
In the blink of an eye, the vines surrounding the animated corpse konjac were shaved off by the sword storm!
The animated corpse konjac slowly retreated.
She was scared and wanted to escape!
Arcadia gritted her teeth, a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes!
We can’t let this strange flower go!
Otherwise, I will wait until I am exhausted and pass out...
What if this monster comes back to attack us again?!
Now, while we can still fight, we must kill them all and eliminate this trouble forever!
Arcadia draws magic power to empower the double-headed sword with the angel clan's signature secret skill - the Holy Slash.
The silver sword blade glowed brightly!
Divine energy, if it had substance!
Arcadia raised the double-headed sword and swung forward with all her might.
At this time, she was no less than ten meters away from the corpse-scented amorphophallus.
Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to touch each other.
However, at the moment of swinging the sword——
The sword blade suddenly shone brightly, emitting a sword energy!
Level 2 Martial Arts—Flash of Sword Energy!
Swish!!
Arcadia's sword energy is like a silver crescent moon.
It broke away from the sword and slashed towards the corpse-scented konjac with a whistling sound.
This attack incorporates the "Supreme Slash", and the additional light damage is even more powerful than the "Flash of Sword Energy" itself!
Snap!
The sword energy flashed by.
The thick and sturdy zombie konjac was cut directly in half!
"Huh...it's finally over."
Arcadia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the strange flower had been killed.
As soon as my nerves relax, I feel weak all over.
He leaned his back against the tree trunk, slowly sat down, and fell into a coma.
Angel's armament was automatically removed after she lost consciousness.
The silver angel of revenge turned back into a schoolgirl.
At this time, there were slight footsteps coming from the woods.
A black panther jumped out of the bushes and walked quickly to the girl.
He lowered his head and sniffed her scent.
After confirming that she was still alive, his green eyes revealed a look of relief.
The black panther stood up, standing on two feet like a human.
In the blink of an eye, it changed into a human body with a leopard head.
The naked body is tall and strong, without a trace of fat.
The firm muscle lines are revealed under the dark and shiny fur.
The Black Panther looked around at the people who had fainted in the woods with a worried look on his face.
He is not good at detoxification, what should he do?
"Leave it to me."
Alan finally found the right opportunity to suppress the ancestor's self-will and take over control of this body.
From a bystander, he transformed into the real protagonist of this ancestral memory.
Young Black Panther, Tarzan Morgan.
I cooperated very well and accepted his leadership, and my own will quietly retreated to the background.
Alan stretched his arms and legs, satisfied with his Black Panther form.
Look down at your hips...
Being so sloppy seems a bit indecent.
He looked around and walked towards the nearest male expedition member.
Just take off your pants and put them on yourself.
It's a little thin, but I can still wear it.
Alan tore a hole in the back of his pants and pulled out his tail.
I feel much more comfortable now.
He swung his tail and walked over to Arcadia.
An inch-long bone spur popped out from the palm of his left hand, piercing the girl's skin and sucking out the toxins from her body.
Do the same for other unconscious people.
Arcadia, as expected of a descendant of angels, is stronger than an average person.
The last one was poisoned and passed out, while the first one woke up.
When he opened his eyes and saw the black panther boy, his face was immediately filled with surprise.
"Wow! Mr. Tai-Tai-Zan! Is it really you?"
"Nice to meet you! Can you give me an autograph?"
Alan swung his tail and complained to himself.
This golden cat has a pretty face but doesn't seem to be very smart.
He escaped death but didn't cry or make a fuss. He just stood there smiling foolishly. He has a really big heart!
Alan picked up Arcadia, put her on his shoulder, turned around and left.
Arcadia was startled, but quickly calmed down.
She struggled to turn over on his shoulder, adjusting from prone position to sitting position.
He wrapped his right arm around his neck, anchoring himself to the Panther Man's broad, strong shoulders.
"Hey! Mr. Tarzan, you haven't answered my question yet!"
The noble girl sat on the shoulders of a monster with a leopard head and a human body, her little feet dangling and her mouth chattering.
"You don't understand my language?"
"I learned a few words of the Wakandan dialect..."
"Let me think, how do you say 'hello'..."
"Don't waste your energy. I can understand what you are saying." Alan said unhappily.
"That's great! Thank you, ancestor spirits, for removing the communication barrier between us!"
The girl was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.
"Mr. Tarzan, your accent is very standard. Where did you learn the common language?"
"I don't need anyone to teach me. I already know how to do it." Alan hugged her calf and quickened his pace. "Besides, my name is not Tarzan."
"So you are...?"
"My name is Tarzan," Allen explained casually, "The natives didn't pronounce it clearly, so they misread it as Tarzan, but it doesn't matter."
"So that's how it is!" Arcadia said with a look of sudden realization. "It's so strange to hear the word indigenous people from your mouth!"
"Mr. Tarzan, aren't you the most authentic Aboriginal?"
"Actually, I'm not." Alan shook his head.
The furry leopard ears rubbed the outside of the girl's waist.
Both of them felt itchy.
Alan said nothing.
Arcadia, however, could not help but shrink and chuckle.
"Tazan, you can call me Arcadia."
"Um."
"Actually, you can put me down. I can walk on my own!"
Alan shook his head, still carrying her on his shoulders.
Arcadia soon understood why he insisted.
Not far away on the opposite side, a mountain stream cut through the jungle.
There are steep cliffs on both sides of the mountain stream.
It is a hundred feet wide and there is no bridge to cross.
"Hold me tight," Alan urged.
Arcadia hunched over and hugged his neck with her arms.
"Tazan, you're not going to jump right over the cliff, are you?"
Alan nodded.
Arcadia paled slightly.
"You don't have to do this, because I—"
Before he finished speaking, Alan had already jumped up.
He held the girl's slender calves tightly with his left hand, freeing his right hand to grab a vine hanging in the air.
Just like swinging on a swing, use the force to swing forward.
He flew over the mountain stream and grabbed another vine.
They continue to swing in this way until they fly over the deep ravine and reach the other side.
puff!
Alan landed on his feet steadily.
The long, powerful scream, like a soprano's coloratura, has not stopped in my ears yet.
“Ahhh—”
Alan rubbed his ears and put down the girl who was screaming with her eyes closed.
“Ahhh—ah?” Arcadia opened her eyes and found that she had crossed the cliff. “Oh! It’s okay then!”
Wiping off the cold sweat, Arcadia said with lingering fear: "I was so scared! I almost peed myself!"
Alan pricked up his ears alertly and turned his head to sniff his shoulder.
"What are you smelling? I mean it was almost there!" The girl's cheeks flushed and she stamped her feet in a coquettish manner.
Alan shrugged and said nothing.
"I didn't have time to tell you just now." Arcadia smiled bitterly, "Actually, you don't have to hold me and do such a dangerous thing, because... I can fly."
“…”
Alan recalled Arcadia's angel form, which indeed had a pair of very conspicuous wings.
"It doesn't matter whether you can fly or not. I just want to look cool."
Alan simply told the truth.
"By the way, if you can fly, why did you scream just now?"
"Well……"
Now it was Arcadia's turn to be embarrassed.
"That's just instinct... um, subconscious behavior, don't worry about it!"
At this time, shouts were heard from the other side of the mountain stream.
Arcadia's teammates caught up and were waving and shouting over here.
Allen glanced at them, then turned back to Arcadia and said, "Not far ahead is the Wakandan village. If you tell me my name, you can get food and huts there."
"Great! I was just planning to go to the Wakanda tribe to interview the local folk customs!" Arcadia was delighted. "By the way, how can my teammates get here?"
"Don't expect me to carry them here one by one." Alan replied coldly, "Can't you fly? Turn into an angel and carry them here."
"I don't!" Arcadia rolled her eyes.
How could a noble lady do such a servant job?
"Then let them take a detour. It's not too far anyway." After saying that, Alan walked straight ahead.
"Tazan, wait a minute!" Arcadia trotted after him, "Aren't you going to the native village with me?"
"I still have some hunting to do, so I'll be home a little later."
"I'll wait for you in the village!"
"As you wish."
"Thanks to you today, otherwise we would be in trouble!" Arcadia said gratefully, "How can I repay you?"
"You can try to repay me with colored glass beads, saying that they are high-end gems produced in the civilized world." Alan said lightly.
"Ah? Hehehe...I didn't expect you to be so humorous!"
Arcadia laughed so hard that she fell backwards.
"I heard that the colonists often use this trick to defraud the simple natives. I won't do such a wicked thing!"
Arcadia stopped laughing and took Alan's hand with a sincere look on her face.
"Tazan, my friend! I really want to repay you!"
Alan stopped and looked down into the girl's innocent eyes.
"If you really want to repay me, please take a letter for me and give it to Dr. Morgan at Kachen University."
"Ah ha?!" Arcadia was shocked. "I'm studying at Kachen University! Do you know the vice president of our School of Folklore?"
"Of course I know him." Alan sighed.
The ancestral spirit he merged with was Dr. Morgan’s only son, Tarzan Morgan.
The two chatted as they walked.
After hearing what happened to him five years ago, Arcadia felt very sympathetic. She patted her chest and promised to help him deliver the letter.
The Arcadia team spent two weeks investigating the Wakandan village.
Out of Alan's consideration, the local natives were very welcoming and answered all their questions.
This scientific expedition was very fruitful.
The time to return is approaching, and Arcadia is reluctant to leave.
The one I can’t let go of the most is the Black Panther.
Before leaving, Arcadia hugged Allen and made a promise to him with sincere feelings.
"Dear friend, I will be back!"