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

Chapter 219, More Than Half Dead or Wounded

Ronald touched his breastplate, then looked at his hands. "Sir, is this magic?"

Wayne shook his head: "It's more advanced than magic."

Don't worry about the principles, just know how to use it.

He turned to other people.

"You should all give it a try."

Over the next fifteen minutes, a series of extraordinary scenes unfolded on the hills of Frostraven Territory.

When Caleb transformed for the first time, his body was so tense that it became stiff; when Isaac transformed, the crossbow arm extended too quickly and hit the buttocks of the warrior next to him; Shaun, on the other hand, was very calm. After transforming, he tried aiming and nodded, saying, "It works well."

Raymond was the last one to try.

After transforming, he stood with the ballista on his arm for a long time before naturally turning it back into his armor and walking up to Wayne.

"Sir, this equipment—if used in a defensive battle, could be worth ten—or even dozens of men."

Wayne nodded: "That's why I brought you here—we need to ask for more arrows."

He raised his voice so that all the soldiers could hear him.

"You've all seen the effects of this armor. But remember to keep it a secret."

His gaze swept over everyone.

"Especially the matter of transformation, no one is allowed to tell anyone."

The soldiers nodded in agreement.

They were all smart people and knew that this equipment was definitely not ordinary. If they were to spread it out rashly, it would surely cause trouble for the adults.

Wayne continued, "Before you get to the battlefield, choose your own form based on your position and abilities."

If you are assigned to defend together with other lords or generals, do not transform; simply maintain your chosen form.

Ronald was the first to respond: "Understood."

The others nodded in agreement.

Wayne glanced at the sky—the sun had already risen when they were testing their equipment, and the fog had dissipated.

"Set off."

The group continued north.

Around nine o'clock, they arrived at Watchtower No. 11.

The watchtower was much more dilapidated than when I last visited.

There were several newly repaired marks on the city wall, a few gaps in the crenellations, and the city gate had been replaced with a new one. The wood was still light-colored, as mentioned in previous battle reports. The barbarians had reached this place, but Angelo held it.

The sentries at the gate were new faces. When they saw Wayne's group, they were taken aback at first, and then quickly came to greet them.

"Viscount Wayne?"

Wayne nodded.

The sentry quickly saluted: "The commander-in-chief is waiting for you, please come in."

Upon entering the watchtower, Wayne saw many new faces.

The cavalrymen rested on the parade ground, inspecting their horses and equipment, but the look in their eyes was completely different from when they last came.

It was a heavy look in his eyes, filled with weariness and vigilance—a look that carried the weight of battlefield smoke.

Moreover, more than half of the faces were unfamiliar.

Wayne knew what this meant—many of the people he used to know were no longer around.

Angelo waited at the entrance of the command post, with a middle-aged man of similarly impressive presence standing beside him.

He was thinner than when we last met, with several new scars on his face and his left arm in a sling, but his back was still ramrod straight—after all, he was the kind of general who personally led his soldiers into battle.

Upon seeing Wayne, he smiled, revealing a set of noticeably worn teeth.

"Viscount Wayne, you've come at the perfect time."

Wayne dismounted, walked over, and took the outstretched right hand of the man.

"Commander-in-Chief, you've worked hard."

Angelo shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the group behind Wayne—Ronald, Wright, Sean, Kasha, Annie, Raymond, and the militia and wolf warriors.

"Your team has finally arrived."

He knew about the Duke sending the armor, but after glancing at it a few more times, he turned to introduce the middle-aged man beside him.

"This is Chief Lucas, the border chief sent by Governor Langdon to provide support."

Lucas was about forty years old, with a dark red face and a broad back; he stood there like a wall.

His eyes were sharp, unlike Angelo's composure, and carried the alertness of a mercenary.

"Viscount Wayne, I've long admired your name."

Lucas's voice was deep: "I heard about the killing of the barbarian chieftain back in Ashenvale Fortress."

Wayne nodded: "Chief Lucas, you're too kind."

After a few pleasantries, Angelo led them into the conference room.

A map was spread out on the table, marked with dense markings: blue for our own strongholds, black for barbarian-occupied areas, and red for the battle lines.

Angelo didn't waste any words and pointed directly at the map.

"The situation is more serious than it was a few days ago."

His finger pointed to the northeast corner of the map: "The wild boar tribe has been mobilized."

Not only them, but also the remnants of the Minotaur Clan, Fire Raven Clan, Stone Skin Clan, and Wind Fang Clan, as well as several small tribes with over a hundred warriors, all joined the movement.

Wayne frowned as he looked at the black markings on the map.

"You know that the thirteenth watchtower has been breached."

But that's not the most disgusting thing.

Angelo's finger moved toward the canyon area on the east side of the map.

"Just as we were reinforcing the hilly area, the main force of the Boar Clan suddenly turned to the canyon area, joining forces with the Fire Raven Clan and the Lynx Clan to launch a fierce attack on Chief Wesker's defenses."

His finger slammed heavily on the map: "The passes in the gorge area have been breached."

The natural barrier has been lost; now it's time for two defensive zones to fight them head-on.

Lucas added from the side: "Chief of Staff Wesker retreated to the East Mountain Fortress and barely managed to hold his ground."

However, the main force of the wild boar tribe is located in the canyon area and could launch a new attack at any time.

Wayne looked at the map, and the terrain of the canyon region came to mind—two mountains flanking a valley, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

But once the pass is breached, the interior is a flat valley with almost no natural defenses.

"So, Viscount Wayne."

Angelo looked at him: "Your mission is to go to the canyon region."

Wayne looked up.

"Sir Rachel, Viscount Ur, and Viscount Maya are already over there."

You and they, support Chief of Staff Wesker, and attempt to resist, or—if an opportunity arises, launch a counterattack.

Angelo paused, his tone becoming serious.

"We all know your capabilities."

Viscount Wayne, I'm leaving the Gorge area in your care.

Wayne was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

"Leave it to me."

Angelo extended his hand, and Wayne grasped it.

"On behalf of the Kingdom's border guards and our motherland, I thank you for your contributions."

"May your military prowess flourish."

There were no further farewells. Wayne led his team away from Watchtower Eleven and headed northeast through the hills south of Watchtower Twelve.

After walking for two hours, the terrain began to change. The hills became steeper, the road narrowed, and the mountain walls on both sides grew higher and higher, only to be followed by the valley floor.

This is the valley between the mountains in the gorge area.

After walking for half an hour through the valley and plateau, a striking city finally appeared on the uphill slope ahead.

Dongshan Fortress.

That was a defensive structure that was not even in the same league as the watchtower.