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

The team advanced cautiously.

The surrounding trees gradually thinned out, and the ground gradually changed from solid soil to a soft humus layer.

A faint, rotten smell wafted through the air.

"This is it."

Wayne crouched at the edge of the site where Talo was killed, without stepping into the distinctly dark-colored ground.

Annie stood beside him, pointing to the shallow burial pit in the center: "That's it."

The shaman forbade the tribe from touching the soil here, saying it was tainted with "death energy".

When Talo and his "Greyclaw" were found, only a small portion of their remains remained—the shaman himself disposed of them on the spot and buried them.

Wayne nodded, his sharp gaze sweeping across his surroundings:

The edges of the dark gray earth were covered with dried black slime.

There were no signs of a struggle or dragging marks around, as if the victim had vanished into thin air.

It's also possible that the lingering death energy within this small area corroded the surrounding land, leading to the destruction of the site.

"When Borg disappeared, they couldn't even find him in a place like this?"

Wien asked.

Anne shook her head, a heavy look crossing her face: "Uncle Borg is a very experienced hunter in the tribe—when there aren't enough people, he often acts as a scout to reconnoiter or hunt small animals on his own."

At that time, he would enter the forest alone from the northwest for his routine patrol, agreeing to return every three days.

However, after he failed to return on time, the search team found nothing along his regular patrol route.

Several days later, a team exploring further west discovered specific markers in a rock crevice far from the main route… but there were only a few, extending westward.

Anne frowned: "So, after Uncle Borg realized something was wrong, he left a mark and headed west, only to be attacked during the chase, which lasted a hundred meters."

The attacker didn't even remove his markings.

"It seems the situation is different. Talo was killed in a direct attack, while Borg... is more likely to have been lured away or discovered during a pursuit."

Wayne took one last look at the ominous, desolate area: "There's nothing more to observe here—be careful, finish searching the outer perimeter today."

They searched thoroughly, but found nothing new.

As evening fell, when they arrived at the big pine tree, the two teams there had already prepared dinner.

Potter's team seemed to have just arrived; a few men were setting up makeshift tents.

Cindy waved to Annie when she saw her: "There are no new discoveries to the east, just some traces of old bandit activity, probably from about half a month ago."

Based on what Ronald and Wright had told us before about the Northern Barbarian Holy Servants, we still suspect that the animals were a result of the Holy Servants' decline.

"Cindy, something's not right—if it's because of the Northern Barbarian's holy servant, then what about the deathly aura at the spot where Talo was killed, which even the shaman granny couldn't eradicate?"

Anne questioned it.

Cindy responded, "Kalebb and the others went to check Uncle Borg's marked area again today—there wasn't the same deathly aura around the marked area as there was at the site where Talo was killed."

Anne, I think the attack and the deathly aura might not be the same thing.

"No, Anne is right."

As the two women were arguing, a cold voice came from the bushes to the side.

A tall, imposing young man emerged from within; it was Isaac.

Their team arrived as well.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, he succinctly stated: "We went to several familiar wolf-infested areas in the woods and conducted a thorough search."

In the past three days, two more packs of wolves have gone missing.

This includes one of the wolf packs we are most familiar with—the pack to which Grey Shadow's father belongs.

……

Four bonfires were lit, their orange glow illuminating the darkness of the forest, yet the atmosphere remained heavy.

"So the current situation is..."

Wayne concluded: "The attackers are not holy servants, and... they are still on the move."

It's just to our west.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Porter asked, "Should we continue searching separately, or concentrate our efforts?"

Given the unknown dangers involved, he clearly had lost the will to compete with the other captains.

"Split up."

Anne spoke before Wayne could, her tone decisive: "The forest is too big; a concentrated search would be too inefficient."

Our four teams are advancing westward along different routes—but we can intersect in pairs for mutual support.

Isaac nodded: "Okay, my troops will go north."

"Then let's go south."

Potter seemed to have anticipated that Caleb would follow Isaac.

"We're with Isaac."

Kellerb immediately followed.

No one objected.

This is the most reasonable allocation—four teams, which are efficient, can support each other, and maintain fair competition among the contenders for the Wolf King title.

However, the young members of the werewolf clan seemed to genuinely only see Wayne and the others as support.

For Wayne, this was a good opportunity to observe the strengths and weaknesses of these future subordinates—Annie's handling of them was quite good.

dinner.

Anne walked over to Wayne and handed him a piece of roasted dried meat: "Try it, it's marinated with wild garlic and rock salt."

Wayne took it and took a bite. It was salty and fragrant with a hint of spiciness: "Not bad."

"You spend most of your time outdoors, so you must have a refined palate."

"When you can be particular, don't settle for less."

Anne sat down on the tree root next to him and took out a dagger to whittle a wooden stick.

The firelight danced on her profile, casting a warm glow on her striking features.

Wayne noticed that her movements in shaving the wood skewers were extremely steady, and with each cut, the wood shavings were almost the same thickness.

Aren't you nervous?

He said.

"I can't be nervous."

Without looking up, Anne said, "Although this situation is indeed dangerous—I have to be prepared."

"I have a question. Since you know it's dangerous, why don't you let everyone work together again?"

Is it really the right thing for every team captain to stubbornly face the unknown?

She paused, the tip of her knife carving a thin mark on the wooden stick: "Sir, you don't quite understand us—like all ethnic groups, our strength and our culture come from a spirit, a belief."

For us wolves, the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest is the rule.

If we deviate from this principle and rely on each other's strength in the selection of the wolf king, the pack will only become weaker and weaker.

Wayne listened quietly, and because he was paying close attention, he sensed a different meaning in his words: "Annie, but your father said that you are different from everyone else and have your own more innovative ideas."

Moreover, your team has the lowest casualty rate.

"Since Chief Ugo has approved of the young man's ideas, why are you still bringing up the so-called rules?"

Upon hearing this, Annie paused again.

Then, she raised her head and looked at Wayne: "Sir, you are very different from what I imagined."

As a nobleman, you will remember and value the words of our patriarch.

And you actually want to hear my thoughts.

I'm not even the wolf king yet.

"what?"

Wayne was taken aback:

What does wanting to hear her thoughts have to do with whether she's the Wolf King or not?