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

Rachel pointed to the valley: "Greta led us here—the entire Phoebe Forest is guarded, but the forest itself was overlooked, which gave this wizard such a unique space to develop."

Wayne nodded: "Can you handle it?"

Rachel's icy blue eyes met his slightly worried gaze.

Then she laughed.

However, Wayne didn't understand this smile—he felt that it was more than just confidence.

Don't worry.

She said, "Although I haven't encountered such a special sorcerer who can manipulate corpses—you have to believe that in the North, especially within the border regions..."

She paused, her tone casual, yet everyone present heard her clearly:

"Enemy units that do not belong to the Kingdom's camp cannot reach the second tier."

"And below the second rank, I am confident of victory."

These words were spoken calmly, without any deliberate emphasis or raising of the voice.

It was precisely the ease in those words that gave the somewhat disheveled group a strange feeling.

Wayne nodded without asking any further questions.

Rachel had already turned around and gestured to the knights behind her.

"Enter the valley."

The moment he stepped into the valley, Wayne understood what it meant for the fog to be so thick it was almost tangible.

A thick fog swept over us, and breathing felt like fine sand gliding through our throats; visibility was less than thirty paces.

The soil beneath my feet was soft and slippery, making every step uncomfortable.

"Maintain formation, and keep your distance from me."

Rachel's voice came from ahead.

Her knights quickly deployed.

Twenty cavalrymen in standard leather armor spread out in a fan shape, their spears pointing diagonally at the ground.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without any extraneous noise, except for the dull thud of horses' hooves pounding on the rotten earth.

Wayne and the wolf warriors were protected in the middle of the formation.

Isaac and Caleb stood on either side, while Anne and Renee followed closely behind Wayne.

The deeper you go, the denser the deathly aura becomes.

Black lines began to appear on the rock walls on both sides, and scattered wolf bones were found on the ground, some still attached with not-yet-completely-rotted fur.

"They're here."

Before Rachel could finish speaking, the first wave of enemies burst out from the gray fog.

Those were five infected wolves. They had lost large areas of their fur, and their exposed skin was grayish-black. They moved faster than normal wolves.

Rachel draws her sword.

Wayne only saw a flash of silver light.

The first wolf was cleaved in two mid-air, and before the black blood could even splatter, Rachel had already turned to face the second wolf.

The sword sliced ​​across its neck, decapitating it.

The third head, the sword tip pierced the eye socket and went through the skull; the fourth head...

Five swords.

Five-headed wolves.

From emerging from the gray fog to collapsing to the ground, it took no more than three breaths.

Black blood splattered, but not a single drop touched Rachel's armor.

She sheathed her sword amidst the wolf carcasses with fluid, effortless movements, without even glancing at the corpses.

"keep going."

The group moved again.

Wayne stared at Rachel's retreating figure, and for the first time he witnessed the formidable power of this border knight commander—he was not on the same level as Ronald or her at all.

That was just a warm-up.

Ronald whispered behind Wayne, his voice filled with suppressed respect: "Her strength is probably no less than that of our training camp's head instructor."

Wayne didn't say anything.

The group continued deeper into the area. Enemies poured out of the gray fog—mad wolves, undead, and several corpses dressed in tattered bandit clothes.

Their numbers are increasing, and their attacks are becoming more and more fierce.

But Rachel was always at the forefront.

She was the only one who rushed to the front.

The other knights had no intention of making a move—nor did they have the opportunity.

The wolf warriors remained silent.

Isaac's axe-wielding hand was bulging with veins, and Caleb had even lost the will to fight.

For the first time, they faced the true strength of the Kingdom's Knights so directly—not the soldiers undergoing daily training at the border outposts, but war machines that had truly fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Wayne suddenly remembered what Sir Rachel had said: "The chieftain is the leader and birth mark of a great tribe."

Their strength is unfathomable; they are at least at the third rank!

……

A third-tier warrior is roughly someone capable of defeating a hundred first-tier warriors—like the knight behind you.

Now he finally understood why the kingdom's border armies were able to resist those barbarian monsters with extraordinary power.

……

Deep in the valley, the gray fog suddenly thinned out.

Ahead, the view suddenly opened up—a circular clearing surrounded by rock walls, about fifty paces in diameter.

A simple wooden shed was erected in the center of the open space.

At the entrance of the camp, there was a "person".

It wore a tattered black cloak, but the hood couldn't hide its ugly and rough... wolf head.

Beside it crouched three giant wolves. Each one was twice the size of a normal wolf, its body crisscrossed with stitches, and its eye sockets were dull.

Further away, in the camp, at least thirty mad wolves and twenty undead were slowly gathering.

"That's the leader."

Rachel said calmly.

Wayne noticed that her hand holding the sword remained steady.

The wolf-headed, human-bodied creature raised its head, opened its mouth, and emitted a hoarse, broken shriek.

All the mad wolves and undead pounced at once!

"Form ranks."

Rachel said.

Her knights moved.

The twenty cavalrymen quickly split into four groups of five, forming a wedge formation.

Instead of charging at the enemy, they followed Rachel's path in four rows of arrows.

Wien noticed that their steps were perfectly synchronized.

Even more astonishingly, a faint blue light began to emanate from their bodies!

Wayne rubbed his eyes; he wasn't mistaken.

The light was faint, yet it spread from his chest to his arm, and then flowed from his arm to his weapon.

From the cavalrymen's armor to their bodies, to the tips of their spears, and even to the horses beneath them, everything was coated with a visible, flowing sheen.

The wolf warriors held their breath.

Rachel raised her voice: "Charge!"

Twenty riders started moving simultaneously, followed by Rachel, who also displayed a blue glow.

The first group of spears cut into the wolf pack, and five spears thrust out simultaneously, killing all five mad wolves on the spot.

Black blood splattered, but was blocked by the blue light, sliding down the arc of the light membrane without a single drop touching the knight's body.

The second group followed closely behind, flanking and eliminating the undead who were trying to encircle them.

They charged with spiked armor on horseback, followed by thrusts with spears, their movements as synchronized as parts of a single machine.

The horses were also clearly strengthened.

The third group protected the rear and cut off the enemy's retreat.

The fourth group broke through the gaps in the third group's formation, further tearing apart the enemy's formation.

The entire battlefield turned into a one-sided massacre.

Those mad wolves that had given Wayne and the others such a hard time were like paper in front of the army.

Those fearless undead fell like tattered sacks after being pierced by spears.

Black blood flowed freely, and rotting corpses littered the ground, but the knights' blue light remained bright and stable, keeping all deathly energy at bay.

The three sets of sharp points intersected and moved in a crisscrossing pattern, like three red-hot knives cutting through butter.

From the start of the charge to the fall of the last mad wolf, it took no more than a minute.

In the center of the open space, nothing remained—the wolf-headed man had long since been reduced to fragments, indistinguishable from any other soldier.

"this……"

Kellerb's voice was stuck in his throat.

Not only him, but everyone, including Wayne, was stunned.

She led the team to turn around and face the crowd.

"Let's go back."

Her voice was calm and even, as if she had just dealt with a litter of stray dogs.

……

On the way back, the group remained silent for a long time.

Wayne slowed down and walked alongside Rachel.

Rachel didn't look at him, but she didn't stop him from getting closer either.

"...The blue one."

Wayne couldn't help but ask, "Can I say?"

Rachel glanced at the wolf warriors in front of her, then looked at Ronald and Karen beside her.

She raised her chin slightly forward.

Anne understood and quickened her pace with the wolf warriors, putting more than ten steps between herself and Wayne and the others.

Ronald and Wright followed.

"These past few days of contact with the wolf clan."

You should have realized that by now.

Many of the barbarian tribes' powers are extremely unique.

Wayne didn't interrupt and waited for her to continue.

Rachel said, "The Blood Curse of the Blood Tribe, the Beast Taming of the Icefield Tribes, and the Totem Power of the Eastern Tribes..."

"Suppressing the barbarians will be a difficult task, relying solely on breathing techniques and the kingdom's accumulated population and resources."

She paused.

"Therefore, ever since the Northern Defenses were fully established—or even earlier, the Kingdom began research into supernatural powers."

Wayne's pupils contracted slightly.

"In the beginning, they were sorcerers and court magicians."

By now, there are even rumors of a "mage".

She glanced at Wayne sideways:

"These are all secrets."

This "military formation" is one of the super military forces the kingdom is researching—the magical military formation.

"magic……"

Wayne murmured to himself.

Rachel explained, "It not only enhances soldiers' physical abilities, but also has a certain degree of ability to block witchcraft."

She paused, then lowered her voice.

"However, it needs to be reported every time it is used."

Wayne wisely refrained from asking further questions—Rachel must have had her reasons for telling her all this.

"Keep it up, Baron Wayne."

She continued, her tone carrying a subtle implication: "When you've accumulated merit, when your territory reaches a certain size, when you've been promoted to a higher rank..."

Her icy blue eyes met Wayne's gaze again, still bearing that smile that only Wayne could understand.

"These can all become tools that you can possess."

This was, of course, another pie in the sky by Rachel, who wanted to fuel Wayne's ambition—so that he would become more dependent on the entire Lords' Union.

However, this served as a wake-up call for Wayne.

He felt a sense of being completely controlled:

When he first joined the alliance, although he saw through the system's secrets, he believed that he could easily be promoted to a higher rank and even become a greater lord simply by relying on his settlement ability.

That confidence came from the lord's notes.

But now, the military power that the kingdom is researching has given him an even greater sense of crisis.

This is different from the extraordinary abilities of the wolf clan, which have obviously more demanding conditions; rather, it is an absolutely powerful force that is developing at an extremely rapid pace.

No wonder the wolves obey the kingdom, and no wonder the duke's system is so stable.

Even after meeting Duke Quintu in person, he found nothing.

Wayne secretly changed his plans—all actions needed to be adjusted to be faster.

Quarrying and mining iron—developments he himself thought would arouse the Duke's suspicion, and those seemingly shrewd plans—all now seemed so naive and laughable.

Now that he has a higher level of understanding, he must break free from his original narrow plan.

This experience will be good news—he has figured out the "boundaries" and will no longer keep a low profile and slow down his construction pace while waiting for the settlement.