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

The moment the icy liquid landed on Juto's head, it was like cold water dripping into hot oil—white steam and a sizzling sound began to rise from Juto's flushed skin...

Juto's movements were noticeably hesitant for a full second.

"Ronald, don't kill him!"

Wayne knew Ronald's sword was fast, so he spoke the instant the ice claws shattered.

At that moment, Ronald's blade was already at Juto's heart—the thrust was abruptly stopped by a slash, and hot blood burst forth from Juto's chest!

Although he didn't understand why Wayne suddenly stopped the kill, his offensive didn't stop—he wouldn't let Juto's momentary pause go to waste!

Ronald's sword flashed, not to pursue vital points, but to slash at Juto's right hamstring!

"Whoosh—"

"what!"

Juto's right calf was instantly separated from his body, and his massive frame crashed to his knees, his black iron greatsword plunging into the ground and sending up a cloud of ice shards!

"grown ups!"

Ronald sheathed his sword and asked, "What exactly—"

"No time to explain!"

Wayne interrupted him, turning to look at another battlefield: "Wright! Keep them alive! Don't kill those bandits yet!"

Wright, who was standing to the side, had already taken control of the situation. They had killed nearly half of the bandits, especially Wright himself, most of the bandits were no match for him.

In fact, when Wayne told Ronald to stop, Wright simply cut down the enemy in front of him until he was incapacitated.

The two brothers exchanged a glance and said no more. In just two minutes, they subdued all the remaining bandits!

Ronald also dislocated Juto's other leg.

"Sir, what exactly is going on?"

Ronald, seeing that the matter was finally resolved, inquired.

"It's not over yet, Ronald."

Wayne's eyes were fixed on the darkness to the west of the village.

Just now, after he made the decision not to kill Juto, the information in the notebook... changed!

September 4th, Arthurian calendar 324.

You sensed something and chose to spare his life, successfully buying yourself a chance to survive.

You've deprived the Blood Beasts of their appetizers, leaving their master to hunt on an empty stomach.

It's still a death cutscene, but Wayne isn't as panicked now.

He knew he had made the right bet.

The death warning in the Lord's Handbook only shows a timeline. As long as you change your decision within the limited time, even if you decide to stay on the path to death after being warned, you still have a chance to turn the tide.

However, this is like licking blood off a knife's edge—courting death.

The danger level is evident from the fact that even after Wayne made the right decision, he was still on the path to death.

At least he learned the full picture of the enemy.

The tamed blood beasts—the berserk Juto and Eric—are nothing more than a so-called "blood-forged wedding dress"!

At the western entrance of the village, a figure slowly walked out.

He was a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned build, a steady gait, and no signs of limping.

He was dressed in ordinary fur clothing, had brown hair, and several dark red lines on his skin that stretched from his neck to his wrists, like some kind of ancient runes.

Behind him, countless eyes were flashing in the darkness.

Red eyes.

Those were rabbits—but as big as dogs, muscular, with protruding fangs, and there were more than a dozen of them.

There were also five thin wolves, but their shoulder height was close to that of an adult's chest. Their open, sharp teeth and greedy faces were terrifying.

What's most unsettling is the massive silhouette at the very end—a brown bear, but at least half again as big as a normal bear, with a huge, not yet fully healed sword wound on its chest, the edges of which are an unnatural dark red.

These animals all have one thing in common: their eyes are blood red, and dark red stripes are faintly visible in their skin or under their fur.

Looking at the hairy, strangely skinned brown man in front of him, Wayne knew that this was not the appearance of a Byronite.

"Are you from the Northern Barbarians?"

"Overly perceptive southerners."

Perhaps feeling confident of victory, the brown-haired man's voice carried a condescending ease:

"It wouldn't hurt to let you die knowing why."

I am a holy servant of the Blood Tribe, one of the attendants chosen by the Holy Maiden.

He proudly raised his head and slowly walked forward, while the blood-red animals were already in front of him.

"Although you are not as stupid as the bandits in your southern country, who scheme against each other when there is an external enemy—and even somehow saw through my plan."

But don't be too arrogant. Even in terms of tactics, you are no match for me.

If that ranch thief hadn't interfered and stolen my well-raised war beast—”

He glanced at the unconscious Juto on the ground: "I don't need to waste so much time trying to convince this idiot. I would have disposed of you along with this fodder long ago."

Eric, Juto... that thief made me spend several more days raising two new blood-feeding animals to purify their blood essence just to have enough!

His tone revealed genuine grievance, as if he were merely complaining.

"But it's alright."

He looked at Wayne and smiled: "You guys are stronger than I thought."

Especially you, young baron—I look forward to your contributions.

Once I kill you and your companions, and then slaughter your entire village, I will have the power to make a bone cup from the skull of the female knight who killed several of my companions, and offer it to my beautiful and pure saint!

And this winter, we will break through your defenses—I will become the warrior of our entire tribe!

"Damn it, why can't I calculate this journal entry?"

Wayne didn't care about the barbarian's nonsense at all. He tried many times to activate his journal to calculate the results, but all he got were warnings of impending death.

Wayne gritted his teeth: "Things have come to this, we can only fight and look for opportunities!"

He took a deep breath and looked at Ronald and Wright.

The two knights moved closer, forming a triangular formation with Wayne.

"Sir, how should we fight?"

Ronald asked in a low voice.

Wayne watched the approaching horde of war beasts, his mind racing.

The enemy has a numerical advantage, a size advantage, and that troublesome holy servant.

But they are not without a chance of winning, and...

Wayne looked at the glowing patterns on the servant's wrist.

"There are too many monsters, let's try to kill them first."

The soldiers defended the guerrillas—don't give them a chance to finish off the bandits!

"I'll figure out a way to deal with that holy servant. Let's do it!"

Wayne was the first to rush out.

His target was not the war beasts, but the holy servants.

But just as he took three steps, his left palm became burning hot again—

September 4th, Arthurian calendar 324.

You want to take the Holy Servant directly.

The Blood Wolf on the flank will choose to go straight for your head.

Wayne abruptly stopped his momentum and rolled to the right.

"Whoosh!"

A blood wolf pounced past where he had just been standing, its fangs gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

That was close.

"Ronald! Cover me!"

The blond knight immediately understood, and swung his longsword in an arc, forcing back the two blood rabbits that were trying to approach.

Wayne seized the opportunity to charge forward, this time targeting the largest brown bear.