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

Besides, Ronald and I already didn't have enough manpower—even with Wright and the others who could arrive soon, we still couldn't keep many. If we cooperated…

With that thought in mind, Wayne found a small slope where he couldn't see the sheep, stood up, put his weapon back at his waist, and raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

Then, he pointed to the flock of sheep and drew a circle around them, his intention to cooperate was clear.

The other side remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, another figure stood up from his hiding place.

He was a young man with broad shoulders, and his hunting attire was indeed made of fur—not the style of the kingdom.

He raised both hands in response, then pointed to the south, then to the north, and finally made a gesture of encirclement.

The meaning is clear: you drive them from the east, we'll surround them from the north, and drive the flock to the southwest low-lying area.

"clever."

Wayne and Ronald immediately took action—on foot, of course.

About five minutes later, a sharp whistle rang out from the north – the signal from the opposing hunting team.

Wayne waited a few seconds before suddenly appearing from the rock on the east side.

His crampons and Ronald's arrows appeared suddenly in the eyes of the antelopes, appearing as nothing less than deadly reapers.

They were startled and hurriedly turned and dodged; one of them even fell off the rock face on the spot!

One fresh roasted whole lamb!

The antelopes that successfully changed direction and fled began to gather in the center.

Wayne slowly pressed forward from the east. He put away his ice claws, raised his sword but did not rush to charge, merely creating a sense of oppression.

Moreover, at that very moment, several hunters suddenly appeared on the steep slope to the southeast—they were even accompanied by wolves! They were clearly the people originally responsible for herding the sheep in Wayne's location.

"If that's the case, then they must be prepared to annihilate the entire enemy force."

Wayne felt at ease.

Seeing that they had formed a three-sided encirclement, the sheep panicked and fled to the southwest depression—the only direction that looked open and posed no obvious threat.

But they didn't know that the depression was the heart of the trap.

As soon as the first antelope rushed into the depression, just as Wayne had predicted, a figure suddenly leaped out from the bushes at the edge of the depression—it was someone from the opposing team!

Sure enough, they had already sent a group of people to lie in ambush there.

At the same time, several gray wolves also sprang out from their hiding places, working with the hunters to precisely pounce on the flanks of the sheep.

The wolves' involvement completely disrupted the sheep's formation.

Although the antelope is agile, its escape route was completely blocked by the wolves and the hunters.

The hunt that followed went far more smoothly than expected. Arrows pierced the air, spears thrust forward, and wolf fangs tore and bit.

In less than ten minutes, seven of the remaining eight antelopes were brought down, and only one managed to break through the encirclement, leap onto a rock face further to the west, and escape.

Although there was no perfect hunt, the catch of eight animals far exceeded expectations.

After the hunt, the two groups met in the center of the depression.

Wayne then got a clear look at the group: there were seven people in total, five men and two women, all dressed in fur clothing, with short axes and hunting knives hanging from their waists, and bows or javelins on their backs.

They were of varying ages, ranging from teenagers who looked to be under twenty to middle-aged people in their forties or fifties.

Even more eye-catching were the seven wolves:

Most of them are almost a size larger than ordinary wolves, with fur ranging from dark gray to light brown, but every single one has sharp eyes—even the ones that look obviously older.

They stood alert yet obedient, quietly beside their respective masters.

The young man leading the group looked at the spoils on the ground with a satisfied smile on his face.

He walked up to Wayne, placing his right hand in a claw-like shape against his left chest—a gesture of respect from the werewolves.

"Excellent archery skills."

He said, his gaze lingering on Ronald for a moment longer: "Your men are very strong."

"Your people did a good job driving them away."

Wayne responded with royal courtesy, thus highlighting his status: "Perfect coordination."

The two teams tacitly agreed to begin processing their prey.

Skinning, bleeding, and cutting.

Their movements were skillful and orderly.

During this process, Wayne carefully observed the wolf-barbarian squad.

What caught Wayne's attention most was their interaction with the wolves:

When butchering their prey, they would deliberately leave some entrails and scraps of meat for the wolves. The younger wolves would squint their eyes and enjoy it, which made Wayne, as an outsider, feel a little warm.

The prey has been processed and is ready to be distributed.

"Whoever killed them, that's their responsibility, okay?"

Seeing Wayne nod, the young man counted: Wayne had killed three wolves, while they had used wolves to pounce on and kill four others.

He frowned: "There's another one—during the encirclement just now, my wolf and your man's arrows hit the same one almost simultaneously."

How do we calculate this one?

He was referring to an antelope that had been pounced on by a wolf, but also had an arrow stuck in its neck.

Wayne looked at the sheep, then at the young man, and suddenly smiled.

He saw that Wright's team had finally arrived.

"This was originally a cooperative hunt."

Wayne said, "In fact, I came here today to visit your tribe."

These prey, along with the gifts I brought, are my greetings to my wolf-like friends.

The young man was stunned.

His teammates behind him looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Will you visit our tribe?"

The young man scrutinized Wayne: "You are...?"

"These werewolves don't think we're Rachel's men, do they...?"

"Wayne Lancaster".

Wien thought to himself, but gave his name: "This is the lord of Frostraven Territory, from the south."

In an instant, the atmosphere subtly changed.

The young man's expression shifted from surprise to caution, and then to a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny.

His teammates also straightened up, their gazes becoming more focused.

"I didn't expect this..."

The young man paused for a few seconds, then gave an even warmer smile: "I didn't expect the Baron from the south to be so young and handsome."

Let me introduce myself. I'm Potter, the Alpha Captain of a wolf pack squad from the Serre Wolf Clan.

He pointed to the woman beside him, with her hair down, a pretty face, who had just led her team in harvesting in the low-lying area: "This is my lover, Cindy, the team's vice-captain, Beta."

Cindy nodded to Wayne, her eyes clear yet somewhat wary.

Next, as Wright arrived and they saw the car he brought, Wayne and Potter introduced their men to each other, and the two sides officially became acquainted.

"Our Wolf Barbarian tribe usually operates in small teams."

Porter explained their organization: "A squad typically consists of seven people and their wolf companions, led by an Alpha captain and a Beta vice-captain."

The team was led by two young people—or perhaps a couple?

Wayne was somewhat surprised—this was quite different from the tribal structure he had stereotyped as being under the rule of barbarian elders.

"A very unique organizational structure."

"It seems the Wolf Barbarian tribe is more vibrant than I imagined," Wayne said.