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

Seeing their captain lying on the ground, unable to utter even his last words, the hyena tribe members were terrified. Gone was their previous arrogance; they scattered and fled.

"Waaaaah!!"

The hyenas ran even faster, disappearing behind the hills with their tails between their legs.

"Go back and tell your master that the person you encountered was Baron Wayne, and this area is my territory!"

Your leader died because he disrespected the nobles.

Wayne dispersed the ice spikes and turned to look in the direction of the sheep.

Just as Wayne had predicted, the six sheep were merely an appetizer for Anne and Caleb.

At that moment, Annie was looking at him, her eyes filled with shock, and also with a hint of...strange light.

Their eyes met.

"Sir, you..."

She opened her mouth—Wayne's eyes hadn't returned to normal yet, and the intense sense of danger she felt from those familiar eyes made Annie feel somewhat uneasy.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Wayne smiled. "Let's hunt first."

The sheep were caught very smoothly.

Sean's tracking skills combined with the wolf pack's hunting techniques make them an undisputed king of the jungle. On their way to the northeastern watchtower, they had already caught eight sheep.

"Is that enough?"

"Annie asked."

Wayne estimated: "It's enough, but the more the better."

Anne nodded and instructed everyone to continue the hunt.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the east.

A young wolf ran over, his face grim: "My lord, my wolf king, something terrible has happened!"

The hyena tribe has returned, bringing even more people, and...

"What else?"

"And the people from the northeastern watchtower!"

The young man gritted his teeth: "They're wearing duke's leather armor, carrying standard weapons, and they've blocked the road to the east!"

Wayne's lips curled up slightly.

As expected, the Hyena Gang hasn't changed its ways; they've gone to call for reinforcements.

But this was exactly what Wayne was planning—the land in this area was so fertile that Baron Jimmy wouldn't willingly give up his share, so he could make an example of him.

"Let's go take a look."

……

On the eastern hillside, there were more than twenty people standing in a dark mass.

At the front were a dozen or so hyena tribesmen, with more than twenty hyenas crouching around them, baring their teeth and growling softly.

Behind them stood seven or eight soldiers dressed in black leather armor and holding spears.

The soldiers' leather armor was embroidered with the insignia of the duchy.

The people at the northeastern watchtower.

At the very front of the group was a burly man, wearing a worn-out cloak and carrying a long sword at his waist.

He had a scar on his face and a fierce look in his eyes; he was clearly not a kind person.

"Who's in charge?"

As the wolf pack approached, Scarface's voice boomed, carrying an undeniable authority.

Wayne stepped forward: "That's me."

Scarface sized him up: "You must be the new Baron Wayne?"

"Yes, I am Wayne Lancaster."

"It is... Lancaster."

Scarface looked at Wayne's expression, his eyes darting around as if he were weighing something.

Wayne, fully aware of the thoughts of the leader of the northeastern outpost, said quietly, "I don't think you're a fool. Considering you're under Duke Quintu's command—I won't pursue your responsibility any further."

Apologize to the werewolf clan, and I'll only take half of the bribe resources you've received.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Scarface's expression turned ugly. He took a few steps back and hid behind the hyenas and sentries.

"Baron, you're being far too greedy, and besides..."

Scarface looked at Annie, his smile turning lewd: "Let us apologize to these barbarians?"

Tsk tsk, Baron, are you captivated by this wolf girl?

Do you want me to teach you how a woman should be...?

He didn't finish his sentence...

Wayne moved.

No one saw how he moved.

A blur flashed by, and Wayne was already standing in front of Scarface, his hand gripping Scarface's neck, lifting him into the air.

The scarred soldiers were shocked and raised their spears, but they hesitated to advance for fear of harming the enemy.

The hyenas' roars turned into whimpers again, and they retreated with their tails between their legs.

"You...you..."

Scarface's face turned bright red, and his legs kicked wildly in the air.

Wayne's eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool. The deep black in his eyes was unsettling.

"I am restraining myself to give you a chance to live."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word felt like an icicle piercing the scarred man's heart: "You don't want it?"

"I...I..."

Sensing Wayne's power, Scarface, who had just been enraged by the other party's exorbitant demands, finally realized the situation and struggled to squeeze out a few words: "I... want... it all for you..."

Wayne released his grip.

Scarface fell to the ground and coughed violently.

His soldiers quickly helped him up, but dared not lay a hand on Wayne—that one move had made the difference in their abilities clear to them.

"roll."

Wien said.

Scarface clutched his neck, staggering backward, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"Come to the outpost to get it in a bit..."

Wayne nodded, not even glancing at the hyenas to his side, and turned to lead his group away.

But at that moment—

A sharp whistle blew from behind him.

Several arrows flew down the hillside, heading straight for Wayne and Anne!

Without blinking, Wayne simply pulled Annie to his side and then waved his hand.

A pitch-black ice shield appeared out of thin air. Arrows struck the ice shield, making crisp "clanging" sounds, and bounced off.

On the hillside, ten more hyenas stood up.

They had been lying in ambush there, waiting for this opportunity.

"kill!"

Although he sensed the situation was dire, he was right next to Wayne, and the die was cast.

The hyena leader roared, and the hyenas on the hillside charged down with machetes—and several archers drew their bows again.

Scarface paused for a moment, but seeing that more than twenty hyenas and dozens of hyenas were attacking, while Wayne only had eight people and seven wolves, his face showed a struggle.

Seemingly considering the benefits he was about to cede to Wayne, and also the ferocity of the hyena tribe, he finally revealed a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression: "Why don't we just kill you right here!"

His soldiers also raised their spears and charged forward.

More than thirty people, more than thirty hyenas, rushed towards Wayne and his group from all directions.

Looking at these enemies who were willing to take risks for resources, Wayne shook his head: "So poor? So stupid?"

"They'd rather risk their lives than save money..."

A frosty blue mark appeared in his pupils.

"Could it be that I look too kind, causing them to misunderstand...?"

Anne drew her sword and charged, but Wayne stopped her.

"I'll do it myself."

Wayne said, "Just keep an eye on them and make sure the deserters don't get away."

Anne was stunned.

The others were also stunned.

One person against more than forty people and more than forty hyenas?

But Wayne had already made his move.

His figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he had already rushed into the pack of hyenas.