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

The wolf pack's charge brought a stench.

"Charge!"

Wayne's shout tore through the stagnant air.

He drew his longsword and, relying on his considerable agility and physique, dodged Borg's attacks, then slashed off the quiver at its waist—thus depriving it of its effective means of maneuvering.

On the left and right sides, the first to engage the enemy were Isaac and Caleb, who were flanking from both sides.

Although Isaac's left arm was injured, his right-hand battle axe remained sharp.

He dodged a wolf's attack by sidestepping it, and with a swift motion, swung the axe blade upwards, cleaving into the wolf's throat.

Black blood splattered, and the wolf's corpse collapsed and convulsed, but the black mist gushing from the wound tried to spread upwards along the axe blade.

"Death energy will attach itself!"

Isaac cried out in alarm, immediately discarding his axe and drawing his other battle axe, which he was supposed to use with his left hand, to fight the enemy.

Kellerb, on the other hand, was even wilder.

Wielding a large knife with serrated grooves, he charged into the wolf pack like a whirlwind, instantly splitting the skulls of two wolves.

His wolf companion, "Redfire," followed closely behind, specializing in attacking the lower body of the wolves and tearing their hamstrings.

Ronald and Wright, also wielding longswords, roamed among the wolves.

Anne threw the two short knives at her waist with precision, like snakes flicking their tongues, piercing the eyes of the two wolves with deadly accuracy.

Snowwind darted around her, and with a single pounce, collided with Grayclaw, who was poised to attack from the side.

Borg's second offensive also arrived at the same time, but apart from the corrosive ability of the undead, this werewolf hunter's strength was clearly still far from that of Vayne.

Wayne didn't even need to use ice energy; he was able to hold his own simply by relying on the luck and power techniques he had gradually mastered over the past few days.

Soon, Ronald charged in from the other side.

The knight's longsword whistled through the air as it slashed toward Borg's neck.

But Borg seemed to be waiting for the other party to make the killing move. He neither dodged nor avoided, but instead raised his hand to grab the blade!

"Beware of black blood!"

Wayne shouted.

Ronald changed his sword stance, switching from a slash to a cut, the blade slicing across Borg's arm and creating a deep, bone-revealing wound.

Black blood splattered out faster than wolf blood, but Ronald, who was on guard, dodged it instantly.

The blood dripped onto the ground, corroding small pits.

The wolf pack was dwindling in number, and Borg's killing move failed—the undead team quickly showed signs of decline.

However, after several severe blows to his head, Wayne also discovered the problem.

Borg's movements were not slow—clearly different from the other dead wolves that had been decapitated.

He remembered the purifying salt Greta had given him.

"Annie, Ronald, hold it back!"

Wayne took a few steps back and pulled a handful of purifying salt from the leather pouch at his waist.

The salt grains gleamed a pale yellow light in his palm. Wayne calmed his breathing and waited for his chance.

Borg is currently engaged in a battle with Anne and Ronald.

Its claws reached for Anne's face, but Anne leaned back to avoid it. The short spear hidden in her cloak swiftly pierced its wide-open chest.

Borg neither dodged nor avoided the attack, seemingly intending to trade blows.

But Anne clearly understood Borg's current fighting style and was only making a feint!

It's now!

Wayne cut in from the side, conjuring an ice blade in his hand, and attacked the clumsy stitched scar on Borg's waist.

To Wayne's surprise, Borg's waist was harder than Wayne had imagined. The ice skate encountered resistance for the first time, but it was still able to cut through.

At the moment of penetration, Wayne slammed the purifying herb onto the blade with his right hand!

"hiss--!"

A piercing sound rang out, and Borg's body trembled violently as thick black smoke erupted from his wounds.

The next second, Ronald seized the opportunity and beheaded him with a single sword stroke, thus executing him completely.

Borg's body slowly collapsed, twitched a few times, and then remained motionless.

Almost at the same moment, Grayclaw seemed to sense something and let out a mournful howl.

At the same time, its wounds gushed black blood like squid, forcing Xuefeng and Cindy back.

Grayclaw slipped into the woodland to the west during this brief interval.

The remaining ten or so mad wolves were also provoked, and suddenly several more black fountains appeared in the open space—they also fled westward under cover.

"Chase!"

Kellerb was about to rush out.

"etc!"

Wayne spoke up to stop him.

The wolf pack fled, leaving trails of black blood, without immediately giving chase.

About twenty wolf carcasses were left on the open ground, rotting as quickly as Borg's body lying on the ground.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the land stained with black blood, and a pungent odor filled the air.

Wayne chose to first assess the battle situation.

Fortunately, no one died.

However, three wolf warriors were injured—all of them were splattered with black blood while fighting the mad wolves, and their wounds developed minor ulceration.

Renee immediately applied a detoxifying ointment to suppress the spread of death energy.

"Sir, they've run west!"

Kellerb pointed in the direction the wolves had disappeared, his eyes burning with rage: "We must chase after them!"

Uncle Borg has been ruined like this, we must catch up with him and kill the mastermind behind it all!

"Chase after them, and then what?"

Wayne asked in a deep voice, "Further west lies the western part of the Phip Forest."

That was unclaimed land outside my territory, inhabited not only by the extraordinary enemies who controlled these wolves, but also by a much larger band of bandits.

Isaac's face was still somewhat pale, but his voice was firm: "You are right, but if we give up the pursuit, more people will suffer later."

Looking at Borg's corpse, Anne said, "Sir, we must pursue them."

Everyone looked at her.

"This isn't the first time they've attacked us, nor is it the first time they've come to steal wolves."

The traces left by Black Blood may not last long—if they are lost this time, the next one could very well be an entire army of the undead.

Anne's voice was low: "But we can send some of our men back for reinforcements—Rachel Knight shouldn't be ignoring this kind of enemy, right?"

Her thinking was insightful, and her suggestion was a compromise, but the pursuers would face a great risk—the size of the enemy was unknown, and if they were discovered, they might not be able to escape.

But this was something that had to be done. The fact that we ran into them this time was a coincidence, a result of their lack of preparedness and the thorough search.

"Who goes back? Who tracks them down?"

Keller asked.

Wayne looked around at everyone.

The wolf warriors all had fighting spirit in their eyes, but they also hesitated.

Ultimately, he made a decision: "Karen, Wright, you and Porter and Cindy's team, return to the outpost immediately and ask Rachel Knight for help."

Tell her about the situation here and request that she send elite troops.

Wright frowned. "Sir, what about you?"

"Me, Ronald, Annie's team, Kellerb's team, and the remaining members of Isaac's team who are still fighting, continue the pursuit."

Wayne said, "But we only track, we don't fight."

Our mission is to locate the enemy's stronghold and await reinforcements.

Wayne took over the reins completely, and the team split into two.

Karen, Wright, and Porter's team headed east to seek reinforcements, while Wayne and the remaining wolf warriors headed west into the forest shrouded in deathly aura.

Tracking is more difficult than imagined.

The wolf pack's tracks became erratic after entering the western forests.

They deliberately choose difficult paths, pass through thorn bushes, and cross streams.

Sometimes the footprints would suddenly disappear and then reappear a few dozen steps away.

"They are deliberately taking a detour."

This is Tom's judgment.

As you go deeper, the scenery of the forest changes noticeably.

The trees are taller and denser, but most of them are unhealthy and withered.

"The deathly aura here... is getting stronger and stronger."

Renee's face turned pale. She kept using her senses to say, "And... all the death energy is converging in one place."

She pointed southwest.

The team followed the trail southwest.

Along the way, they encountered several abandoned bandit dens—camps of small-scale mountain bandits, but now they were deserted, with only scattered debris and… shriveled corpses.

"It seems that thing... is sweeping away all living things in this area," Wayne said.

At sunset, the group arrived at the entrance to a valley.

The valley is flanked by steep cliffs, and a thick gray fog hangs in the air.

At the valley entrance, they saw an unexpected sight—an armed force.

There were about twenty men, mostly dressed in the standard leather armor of the kingdom's border outposts, carrying spears and shields.

The leader was a female knight, whose icy blue eyes gleamed coldly in the twilight.

Rachel Winster.

What is she doing here?

"Wien".

Rachel saw them and nodded slightly: "It seems we're thinking the same thing."

"How could you...?"

Wayne understood before he could finish speaking—he saw Greta next to Rachel.

It seems that the wolf clan is not so rigid after all—and would not allow its people to take such a great risk.