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

Wolf camp, shaman's hut.

The firelight flickered in Greta's sunken eye sockets as her withered fingers moved slowly over the festering wound on Isaac's arm, sensing with her eyes closed.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of burning herbs.

A moment later, she opened her eyes.

"It's not serious."

The old shaman's voice was calm: "The concentration of death energy on the arrow is relatively low."

She turned and took a ceramic jar from the shelf, scooping out a dark green, bitter-smelling ointment with a wooden spoon: "This 'detoxifying ointment' can clear away such superficial death energy."

The moment the ointment was applied to the wound, Isaac's muscles visibly tensed, and the wound was also irritated, emitting a putrid odor.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but he didn't utter a sound.

"You're lucky."

As Greta re-bandaged the arrow with clean linen, she said, "If the arrow had been any more deadly, you would be lying here delirious with a high fever right now."

Isaac said with a stiff face, "It was my carelessness."

"My lord, please wait here for the night—once we know the attackers' condition, things will be easier. I'll make you some portable medicine."

In a way, Isaac's injury wasn't a bad thing—they now had a cure for the death aura, and the Wolf King had withdrawn from the competitive nature of the mission because the crisis was more dangerous than expected.

However, according to King Ugo, this crisis will still be a test for the young blood of the entire clan.

The next competition will be about who can make greater, more numerous, and more effective contributions to the team while ensuring safety.

This clearly demonstrates the significant outdated nature of the old wolf clan system:

If they had acted as a team, the progress might have been a little slower, but it certainly wouldn't have turned out like this—Isaac is injured and the attackers haven't even been seen clearly yet.

Fortunately, it was Isaac and Ronald's team that was attacked.

……

On the morning of the third day, the team reunited outside the camp.

Perhaps because of the intelligence they had gathered—after joining forces, they managed to explore the area that had taken them two days to complete in just one morning.

With the wolf pack conducting a thorough search, finding a person's whereabouts is not difficult.

The attackers did indeed appear inside the Phip Forest—in a forest clearing two miles from the bandits' hideout, they found unfamiliar tracks.

Several flattened grass mounds and a set of footprints.

These are human footprints, and there are also paw prints of wolves nearby.

This clearly belongs to a previously separated wolf pack, because wolf packs usually don't follow other people.

They are still alive.

The footprints stretched southwest from the camp, heading straight towards the bandits' den.

"One man against two packs of wolves."

Tom squatted on the ground and analyzed: "The footprints are very fresh, no more than an hour ago."

But... why are they following this person?

The team continued to follow the footprints.

Soon, the outline of the bandit's den came into view.

This was originally a bandit stronghold that had been wiped out—but now, there are signs of fresh activity in the open space.

What's even more concerning is that in the center of the open space there's a small pile of embers from a recently extinguished campfire, with fresh wolf fur and a few drops of semi-solidified black liquid scattered around it.

"They stayed here."

Wright examined the embers: "The fire... was it just extinguished?"

Kellerb climbed a pine tree and looked down at the entire area from above.

A few seconds later, he lightly jumped down and whispered, "There's movement in the woods to the west... They're probably there."

Everyone immediately went into battle mode.

Annie changed the wolf pack's formation, which had previously relied on the old wolf as the leader, and made new arrangements.

The teams were divided into five groups:

Gard, with two archers, occupied the high ground; Isaac and Caleb's warriors flanked from both sides; Anne, Wayne, and Cindy led the front line.

Potter, along with the remaining experienced elders, protected Renee and the other support staff, and slowly followed the group forward.

They crossed the clearing silently and entered the woodland on the west side.

Wayne's eyes peered through the grass and trees, but what he saw shocked him.

About twenty wolves were gathered in a relatively open clearing in the woods.

However, the wolves were clearly not in good condition—they all had festering wounds, and in some cases, black blood had stained their fur.

The blood was thick and black, mostly staining the wolf's fur—only a very small amount slowly dripped to the ground.

They formed a semicircle, facing the figure in the center of the open space.

That figure could no longer be considered human.

He wore a tattered fur coat and carried a short bow, but his skin was a deathly gray.

Through the tattered fur coat, Wayne could see the long scar running down his waist.

But what's most terrifying is—beneath that long scar, its upper and lower body...

The spelling was incorrect.

Beside it crouched a large gray wolf—like the "person," the wolf also had a huge stitched scar on its waist.

Moreover, the "stitcher's" skills were terrible.

"No...that is..."

Annie's voice was stuck in her throat.

Wayne felt the grass and trees in front of him trembling—Annie and Cindy beside him looked on in disbelief.

At the same time, the "person" seemed to have noticed something and turned around.

One of his eyes was just the socket, but his face wasn't completely destroyed—Wayne could tell that he was probably a middle-aged man.

However, it no longer looks like a living person.

Considering the reactions of the wolves and Annie beside him, an idea popped into Wayne's mind.

However, in that instant of Annie's distraction, the "person" had already spotted them and, with a low growl, summoned a pack of wolves to charge!

Wayne narrowed his eyes, immediately stood up, gripped his longsword tightly, adjusted his breathing, and stepped forward to meet the attack.

Not far behind them were Potter, Renee, and the others; it was impossible for them to avoid a fight at this time.

Moreover—Isaac, Caleb, and the two knights moved even faster than he had anticipated.

They've appeared from both sides!

"Annie, that's not Uncle Borg anymore, let's go greet him!"

The moment Wayne charged forward, it was Cindy who reacted first, alerting her companion who was still in shock and grief.

Borg is one of the most experienced hunters in the wolf pack—when they were young, they often looked forward to the harvest of hunters like Borg during the winter when prey and food were scarce.

Uncle Borg, with the wolf king's tacit approval, would secretly share a small portion of his prey with the children for a hearty meal.

The wolf tribe consists of only a few dozen people, and they know each other well, like family.

How could Borg's condition not be heartbreaking for them?!

This was clearly a monster, yet it was also their destroyed loved ones.

However, compared to Anne, who was more tender-hearted and more shocked by her many thoughts, Isaac and Caleb were simply more adept at skipping emotions and acting directly.