King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

Anne's eyes lit up: "Alright, Lord Wayne, you really aren't afraid of Jimmy!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Wayne smiled and said, "The hyena tribe bullies you, but you are my allies."

Moreover, that was originally our hunting ground, so it's perfectly reasonable for us to take it back.

"If Jimmy dares to lay a hand on me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

A confident smile graced his face—his strength had significantly increased, and he was about to gain status and power.

He could no longer worry about a minor baron.

Annie stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Sir, you're so handsome."

"Annie, you shouldn't be looking at me now—you should be looking forward."

Wayne stood up, mimicking the tone Anne had used when she led the team in the Phip Forest: "Let's go to the northeast hills first, give them a good talking-to, and hunt some sheep while we're at it."

……

The team quickly assembled.

Wayne's team consists of four people: Wayne, Ronald, Wright, and Sean.

On the wolf pack's side: Annie, Potter, Caleb, Isaac, Cindy, and a dozen or so young members of the pack.

Renee came today too.

She wore a gray-white wolfskin coat, had several herb jars hanging from her waist, and carried a bow and arrows on her back.

Upon seeing Wayne, she nodded slightly, a faint smile on her face.

Wayne smiled back, but in his heart he thought of that jar of "cleansing potion" from last time—if it weren't for that stuff, Kellerb and Red Flame's wounds might have already become infected.

"Divide into four teams."

Anne assigned tasks: "Lord Wayne and I will lead the main team in the middle, Caleb and... Lord Wright will lead the team on the left, and Isaac and Lord Ronald will lead the team on the west side."

Porter's team and Shawn provided support.

"Don't rush to attack once you spot the sheep. Gather together before proceeding to avoid a sneak attack from the hyena tribe."

The familiar four teams were moving in parallel again, but this time, they were going to personally reclaim what belonged to them.

The crowd obeyed and dispersed.

Wayne and Anne walked side by side at the front.

Renee followed behind the two, observing the plants along the roadside as she walked, and occasionally bending down to pick a few leaves and put them into the cloth bag at her waist.

Clearly, Renee was not allowed to come to this area before Anne took over as Wolf King.

"You and Renee are close, aren't you?"

Wien asked.

Anne glanced back, her eyes softening slightly: "Mm."

She grew up with Grandma Greta and is more talented than me in many ways.

She's currently taking care of the injured and sick within the wolf pack.

"The purifying agent she brought last time was a great help."

Wayne said seriously, "Without that, Kellerb couldn't have recovered so quickly."

"Rene told me."

Annie paused, as if thinking of something, and lowered her voice slightly: "She seems to...like you quite a bit."

Wayne was taken aback and hadn't figured out how to respond when a commotion suddenly broke out ahead.

It's in Keller's direction.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately quickened their pace.

After crossing a small hill, the scene before him made Wayne's eyes turn cold.

In the valley below the hillside, three wild sheep were grazing.

But between them and the flock stood seven or eight men dressed in variegated leather coats, with a pack of greyish-brown hyenas crouching beside them, baring their teeth and staring at Kellerb and his men.

They are from a hyena tribe.

Kellerb was no longer as impulsive as before. Faced with the hyena tribe's provocation, he coldly replied, "Our wolf king has arrived."

The hyenas also saw Wayne and Annie.

The hyena leader led his men past Kellerb and over with an unsettling smile on his face: "Hey, where's the wolf king? Aren't these the wolf cubs?"

"What, you still dare to come here?"

Anne's hand was already on the hilt of the knife—clearly, Anne not only possessed intelligence and creativity, but also did not deliberately refrain from using force.

It was the right decision, but Wayne still gently pressed her wrist and stepped forward.

"When did this hunting ground become your hyena tribe's property?"

The leader sized up Wayne, then sneered, "Oh, you've brought a pretty boy along? Can't the werewolf clan find any men?"

The people behind him burst into laughter.

Wayne didn't get angry; he simply said calmly, "I'll ask you one more time: when did this hunting ground become yours?"

"When?"

The leader took a step forward: "Let's start from when we defeat the wolf clan."

What, you have a problem with that?

"Um."

Wayne nodded: "You can get out now."

"puff……"

Upon hearing this, the man burst out laughing immediately: "You?!"

Wayne didn't answer, but turned to Anne: "The sheep are yours, the people are mine."

He did not reveal his name—he could sense the strength of the people in front of him…which was much weaker than his own.

Wayne had done his homework—although the hyena tribe was large and had joined the kingdom earlier, thus being protected by the Northern Laws, even the chieftain of their small tribe could not challenge the baron's status.

Therefore, he didn't intend to let them know his identity—Wayne was afraid of scaring them away and not being able to appease his wolf companions.

Anne paused for a moment, then understood, and led the wolf pack closer to the sheep.

"stop!"

The leader shouted, "If you keep going forward, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The hyenas around him stood up and let out low growls.

Wayne simply stood there, calmly watching the other person.

I'm giving you one last chance.

He said, "You can still leave now."

The leader stared at Wayne, then suddenly laughed: "Who are you trying to scare with that cloak, you pretty boy? With your delicate skin, I can take you in one hand..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because Wayne's eyes have changed.

A faint blue mark suddenly appeared in those otherwise ordinary eyes.

The blue was deep and cold, like the lake water beneath a thousand-year-old iceberg.

The leader felt a chill rise up his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end—in an instant, he could no longer feel his own body!

The hyenas around him lay down on the ground, whimpering.

"Waaah..."

The leader was even unable to speak.

Wayne did not answer.

He simply raised his hand, and a jet-black ice spike materialized at his fingertips.

The ice spikes were only the length of a finger, but the light flowing across them made everyone present feel the threat of death.

"One last time."

Wayne said, "Get out."

The leader was deathly pale, but he couldn't move his body at all.

The people behind him were stunned for a moment—Wayne hadn't actively used his eye technique to affect them, but just seeing Wayne's eyes made them feel an immense sense of crisis.

However, their captain had not yet given the order—and they dared not run away on their own.

"puff……"

Their captain will no longer give orders.

"ah!!"