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

"Ronald, come closer to me!!"

Wayne's roar exploded in the night sky.

The voice carried a sense of pressure and urgency, and... a fear of possibly losing the knight.

The sound echoed through the quiet village, carrying far and wide.

The information in the journal remained unchanged—since current actions and decisions couldn't change the outcome, Wayne simply shouted it out.

He needed to meet up with Ronald quickly to extend his theoretical "emergency decision-making time."

That's right, it was only because of this "emergency decision time" that existed only in Wayne's theory and could pull Ronald out of the death situation that Wayne, with determination, rushed into this "death timeline" in this extremely short time!

This was undoubtedly the closest Wayne had come to death since he traveled through time—because he was heading towards the death clearly defined in the notebook.

Wayne soon heard the sound of Ronald's horse hooves.

Ronald riding this horse proves that he has fully entered a state of "deterrence and defense"—because he is confident that the remaining less than twenty bandits cannot defeat him in a head-on battle.

But in Wayne's eyes, this was utter nonsense!

Ronald's figure emerged in the moonlight; he was galloping towards them on horseback, his face showing confusion and wariness.

"Ronald, get back with me as fast as you can!!"

Although Ronald didn't understand why, his trust in Wayne made him carry out the order without hesitation. He turned his horse around, preparing to follow Wayne away.

Wayne grabbed the horse's head, spurred it on with his legs, and the horse was about to gallop away—

But, as expected, the journal's warnings were excessively accurate.

"Be careful!"

Ronald's exclamation rang out.

At the same time, the sound of houses collapsing on the side in front could be heard.

Before Wayne could even turn his head, he caught a glimpse of a huge black shadow rushing out from the broken wooden wall on his left.

Caught off guard, Wayne didn't even have time to make any defensive movements before being struck on the left side of his body by a tremendous force.

"Bang--!"

The pain in my body, and the dizziness that was making my vision spin...

Wayne felt like a stone thrown by a catapult, flying sideways and nearly crashing through the wall of the wooden house behind him.

"cough--!"

Wayne coughed up a mouthful of blood before regaining some of his senses.

Wayne's vision was somewhat blurry—but he could still see that the humanoid monster in front of him was, as Barton had said, a man as strong as a bear, carrying a black iron greatsword on his back.

The bandit leader, Qiu Tuo!

At this moment, Juto, like Eric before him, was red-faced and muscular, hardly resembling a human.

But unlike Eric, he was nearly three meters tall, and... had a clear enough voice.

"Ah... Phew... Baron, you almost got away..."

His face contorted with bulging veins from smiling: "How did you find out? I was... already very discreet..."

His response was the sound of horses' hooves and the whistling of swords cutting through the air.

Ronald had already rushed forward.

The blond knight's eyes were as cold as iron, and his longsword drew a silver arc in the moonlight, aiming straight for Juto's throat.

Juto didn't even flinch.

He simply drew the exaggerated black iron greatsword from behind his back with one hand—the speed of the movement contrasting sharply with his physique—and then swung it casually.

"clang--!!"

The metal clanged as it struck.

Ronald and his horse were knocked back three steps, and the warhorse reared up with a neigh.

Juto, however, did not have it so easy—his body swayed violently, and he ultimately could not hold on and took two steps back.

"Haha! That's interesting!"

Juto brandished his greatsword, seemingly quite pleased with Ronald's attack.

At the same time, without losing his temper, he raised his left hand and tossed it into the air—

A red signal flare exploded, creating an even louder bang in the night sky.

Call signal.

Almost simultaneously, a chaotic and dense sound of footsteps came from the outskirts of the village—the remaining bandits were rapidly approaching.

Wayne gritted his teeth and straightened his body—although he had chosen the Frostwolf bloodline of the assassin class, his physique had never been his weakness.

"The fact that only the leader is lying in ambush here means that even if the remaining bandits are strengthened, their strength is limited—and this interval of more than a day is also for them to strengthen the great leader."

If it's not a dirty trick, then there's still a chance to fight.

Despite the pain, Wayne's thoughts became even clearer.

Although the death message in the journal remained unchanged, Wayne's anxiety had largely dissipated—the other person's situation was no longer unknown.

Moreover, he and Ronald are now in a battle before a "death ending"—as long as it's a battle, there's more room for instantaneous changes in decisions and outcomes.

The essence of the problem now is to understand why, in the conventional sense, the only appropriate course of action at this moment is:

The way he and Ronald Wright fought together... would kill them.

Because Wayne still couldn't see why he couldn't defeat his opponent—the bandit leader was powerful, but not invincible, especially since he and Ronald had both died in battle.

It should be noted that even though it was a sneak attack, he neither triggered any reminders in his notes nor caused any damage to himself that would render him unable to fight.

Juto turned his head, looked at Wayne, and grinned.

"You can still stand up? Not bad."

He held the massive black iron sword in one hand, casually slung it over his shoulder, and beckoned to Wayne with his other hand.

"Come on, let me see just how much this kid who killed Eric and you, the blond kid that the second brother keeps emphasizing, really amount to."

"Lord Wayne—those bandits?"

Listening to Ronald's words, Wayne understood that Ronald felt the pressure and was thinking of joining forces with him to defeat this bear-like opponent.

"Ronald, don't confront them head-on, there's a problem."

Wayne responded to Ronald, but his mind was not preoccupied with the current leader battle.

Juto is certainly not weak, but he definitely can't beat me and Ronald—especially since I have my notes to raise my minimum standard.

He realized—this route to death was simply illogical.

So the problem is...

Wayne's gaze fell on Juto's back.

The footsteps in the distance grew closer—those were the remaining dozen or so bandits.

"Do you think you're more sensitive than me?!"

Juto clearly misunderstood Wayne's meaning, thinking they wanted to use their so-called speed advantage to pull him back—and immediately his anger rushed towards him.

Meanwhile, Vayne's frost raven glands began to devour the cold energy around him, and he gripped his sword, facing Juto head-on.

"To prove my hypothesis, we need to first test the depth of this leader's abilities..."

Thus, Wayne and Juto clashed head-on, while Ronald spurred his horse to attack from the side!

His thinking was simple: this was the first time the two of them had faced an enemy head-on since Wayne became stronger!

He trusted Wayne: Wayne's head-on confrontation must have its reasons.

Ronald also believed that Wayne had his own higher-level plan for the entire battle—he just needed to follow orders and fully cooperate with him!