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

Dark ice spikes extended from the back of his hand, each three feet long, resembling a black longsword.

He swung his ice spikes, and with a single sweep, the three hyenas at the front were cut in two!

Blood splattered, and corpses flew into the air.

Wayne moved so fast that even after taking several lives, the remaining enemies didn't even realize how powerful he was!

His figure weaved through the crowd, as fast as a black lightning bolt.

With each swing of the ice spikes, a person or a hyena falls.

The hyena tribe's scimitars struck him, but were blocked by the suddenly appearing ice armor, leaving not even a white mark.

The soldiers' spears came at him, but he dodged them by sidestepping and then thrust them through the chest of the spear-wielder.

Screams, wails, and the sound of bones breaking mingled together.

Less than thirty seconds.

It only lasted less than thirty seconds.

The hillside was littered with corpses and severed limbs.

Of the more than twenty hyenas, fifteen died, and the remaining five lay paralyzed on the ground, incontinent.

Three of the soldiers were dead, and the remaining Scarface and four soldiers knelt on the ground, trembling.

More than twenty hyenas, all of them died.

Wayne stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, covered in blood, but not a single drop of that blood was his own, nor had any of it splashed onto him.

The control over the body brought by the Shadow Eye bloodline is not just agility and muscle—it also includes the Frostraven glands and Shadow Core.

The flowing Shadow Ice Armor was like a sophisticated protective device, keeping all the filthy blood out.

The hyena tribe's group even included a warrior whose strength had reached the first tier, but when Wayne killed him, he felt no different from the other grunts—only the aura he exuded was somewhat unique.

Only then did Wayne truly understand why Rachel was so confident, and why a third-tier chieftain was so terrifying.

Can a third-tier fighter defeat a hundred first-tier fighters?

Are you kidding me?

How could a mere hundred Tier 1 fighters possibly kill Tier 3 fighters?

His ice armor had been put away, and the ice spikes in his hands had dissipated into black mist. Only the blue mark in his eyes was still faintly glowing.

He looked at Scarface.

Scarface lay sprawled on the ground, his lips trembling, unable to utter even a plea for mercy.

"I told you to get lost."

Wayne said, word by word, "You didn't leave."

"I...I..."

Scarface opened his mouth, then suddenly prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing frantically: "My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life! I'll never dare to do it again!"

Wayne looked at him for a few seconds, then turned to look at Annie.

Anne's face was full of shock, and a hint of... emotion that she herself couldn't quite explain.

Renee stood behind, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Kellerb and Isaac, who had just arrived, exchanged a glance and both saw deep awe in each other's eyes.

Ronald, Wright, and Sean weren't particularly shocked—they had already witnessed Wayne's performance in the cave.

But today's battle made them realize the young lord's extraordinary strength.

As beings with high-level strength in the first tier, they could see that Wayne had become much stronger.

People like that... they've become a bit numb.

One person, in less than thirty seconds, killed more than thirty people.

This... is probably second-tier strength!

"Leave a few survivors at the hyena tribe to go back and report."

Wayne said, "Tell them that from today onwards, this hunting ground belongs to the wolves."

"Whoever comes again will suffer the same fate."

He looked at the scarred man: "You, don't go back."

Ignoring Scarface's pleas and curses, Wayne killed him with a single sword strike.

We've given him more than enough chances.

Then he looked at the four sentries who were also trembling.

They now faced Wayne with dread.

The North is a place where strength and status reign supreme—the man before them possessed the power to kill them instantly and dared to kill their leader.

Clearly, all they had left was fear.

"Who else?"

Wayne uttered those three words softly, causing the four people in front of him to tremble with fear.

"Tsk, I say... who among you holds a higher position?"

Wayne nodded to the short-bearded man who was slowly standing up, trembling: "Take them and get back to the watchtower."

Tell your captain... or vice-captain, I'll go to the watchtower to find him right away.

He'd better give me a solution that satisfies me by then.

The short-bearded man nodded repeatedly, got up, and ran.

The other survivors ran even faster.

……

After they had run far away, Anne walked up to Wayne.

"Lord Wayne, you..."

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Wayne composed himself and gave a smile: "What's wrong?"

Anne looked at him, then suddenly reached out and punched him in the chest.

"You're scary."

She said it, her voice trembling slightly, and also carrying a hint of...happiness?

At that moment, Wayne seemed to suddenly find himself emotionally in sync with Anne… He could feel Anne’s unspoken emotions.

He had always had feelings for Annie—who wouldn't like a beautiful, strong, intelligent, and innocent young wolf king?

As if possessed, Wayne took her hand and gently squeezed it.

"No one will be able to bully the wolf clan anymore."

He said, "I promise."

Anne didn't pull her hand away from Wayne's grasp, but simply smiled and nodded: "I...would rather...I could do that myself."

While the two were in an ambiguous atmosphere, no one noticed that Renee, not far away, was quietly stirring up several invisible energies.

This is her ability; she can sense other people's emotions.

But this was her first attempt to connect the people she cared about with each other...

……

After the incident, the group continued hunting as they advanced eastward.

The hyena tribe did not reappear—their deterrent had indeed worked.

He told Sean and the wolf pack to move around, while Wayne led Ronald and Wright to the northeast watchtower.

The watchtower was built on a small hill, surrounded by a wooden fence, and inside were several wooden houses and a three-story observation tower.

At this moment, the gate of the watchtower was tightly closed, and a dozen soldiers stood behind the wooden fence, all holding spears and looking tense.

Wayne walked to the door and stopped.

"Bring your captain out here."

A commotion broke out behind the door.

After a while, the door opened a crack, and a middle-aged man wearing leather armor came out.

He was probably in his forties, and his face showed fatigue and helplessness.

He sighed when he saw Wayne.

"Your Excellency, Baron."

He clasped his hands in a salute: "I am the watchtower captain, Marcus."

Wayne glanced at him: "Do you know what happened before?"

Marcus smiled wryly: "I know."

They're used to being arrogant and don't know the rules; they just blindly follow the hyenas.

"Your words of admonition are well-deserved, sir."

"Don't you know the rules?"

Wayne laughed: "I'm not here to listen to your nonsense."