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

As soon as Wayne had a thought, three blue cards came into view.

【Combat Skill • Erosion (Excellent)】: When you come into direct contact with other creatures or when you come into contact with other creatures with your own energy aura, you can apply an erosion effect to them - the specific effect is related to your energy aura.

[Life Skills • Architecture (Excellent)]: You will directly gain expert-level architectural aesthetics and practical knowledge.

[Skill Upgrade (Excellent)]: Allows you to permanently enhance one of your Epic or lower-level skills.

Perhaps because the previous two times were with purple-tier followers, and Vayne had become accustomed to the rich follower interface, the rewards this time seemed quite short.

This reminded Wayne of the scene when he first settled the settlement of a Crystal Blue-level weapon.

However, after a quick look, Wayne understood the usefulness of the skill options:

With the combat skill Erosion, Vayne's Ice Mist can inflict a deeper freezing effect on the opponent simply by making contact with them during combat.

As a permanent, cost-free, and frequently used combat skill, Erosion truly deserves its Crystal Blue tier reward.

Moreover, now that I have a breathing technique, I may have other breath abilities besides ice mist and breathing techniques in the future, which will be even more useful then.

Leaving aside the third skill upgrade option, which is currently useless, the life skill of building is definitely a very useful ability.

Raymond is good at defensive fortifications, but that doesn't mean he's good at all aspects of architecture.

Their current materials are mostly used for mining projects, but soon they will be carrying out a second expansion of the village, including the construction of Wayne's own main fortress, as well as the construction of the main urban area and important facilities.

Therefore, possessing a building life ability that can grow steadily through skill rewards, and becoming a master with ample building experience, is certainly an excellent skill for a future great lord.

After a brief deliberation, Wayne ultimately chose life skills.

With his thought, the blue cards on the left and right sides vanished into nothingness, while the crystal blue card in the center transformed into a stream of light and flew into Wayne's brow.

In an instant, Wayne felt as if he had been connected to a brain-computer interface, and his mind was suddenly filled with memories without the protagonist, as well as a large amount of architectural knowledge.

This made Wayne feel a little dizzy, and he soon fell asleep.

The next day, Wayne felt refreshed and clear-headed, with an indescribable sense of clarity in his mind—especially when he went out and saw the layout of the houses in the village, he was filled with a lot of familiar yet unfamiliar feelings!

He could even see the potentially unstable parts of these houses, identify the building materials, and had a deeper vision—including but not limited to how the interior of the house could be decorated to create a larger living space, and estimates of the terrain beneath the house.

This feeling completely reassured Wayne—the acquisition of construction abilities would allow him to have greater insight and more accurate techniques when using his ice abilities to repair and stabilize mine ceilings and other unstable strata in the future.

This improvement in his vision and mental precision alone was enough to satisfy Wayne and give him the interest to continue enhancing this skill at the appropriate time in the future.

Over the next four days, he mainly communicated with Emma and Raymond, improving some of the original construction plans to make them more exquisite, and also discovered some drawbacks that were not immediately apparent but would cause losses in the future.

Such professionalism and mindset naturally earned Emma's admiration and Raymond's amazement—life skills undoubtedly added even more to Wayne's versatility and charm!

Four days later, it was the last day of September, the final event of the Wolf King competition – the candidate duel.

As Wayne and Ronald had predicted, eight of the wolf pack's training camp members had already reached Tier 1—and even their wolf companions were breathing differently.

This battle between the four squad leaders is a grand event for the wolf clan, and it also allows Wayne to see more clearly the true strength of his four young subordinates who are of similar strength—even during the duel, their weapons and wolf claws will be covered with special leather sheaths and coated with plant powder as damage assessment.

This powder is also a secret technique passed down through generations of the wolf clan, personally made by the shaman Greta—it leaves different colors depending on the force applied when it comes into contact with an object, ranging from red to purple.

This is not only a good product that can convince the people of the tribe without harming them in internal duels, but it also serves to test oneself and to probe the strength of the enemy in external battles.

September 30th is the grandest day of the year for the Ser Wolf Clan.

In the center of the camp, a circular area with a diameter of nearly a hundred paces was enclosed by a wooden fence.

Colorful strips of cloth and wolf tail-shaped decorations were stuck along the edge of the field, fluttering in the cold wind.

The three tiers of stands around the building were packed with people.

Wayne was given the best viewing position:

On the wooden platform directly east of the venue, Renee sat side by side—and in the center were the shaman Greta and the wolf king Ugo.

Ronald and Wright sat behind him, both looking on with anticipation.

The west, middle, and east sides of the village were, as was customary, guarded by Sean, Emma, ​​and Raymond respectively.

"Is everything ready?"

Ugo's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the open space.

All four team leaders looked up at him at the same time.

Ugo's gaze slowly swept across their faces, finally settling on the dueling arena.

"You all know the rules."

He said, "I will announce the winners and losers, and the elimination results, based on the location and severity of the injuries."

He paused.

"This is a grand celebration for the wolf clan, and also a test for them."

Win or lose, you are all warriors of the tribe.

A loud cheer erupted from the crowd.

Ugo waved his hand.

"Match 1 - Porter Searle vs. Anne Searle."

Enter!

Another cheer erupted from the sidelines.

The two stopped five steps apart in the center of the circle.

Cindy and another werewolf warrior stepped forward and carefully inspected the sheaths on their weapons, the protective sheaths on their claws and teeth, and made sure the powder was applied evenly.

Interestingly, after Cindy checked Annie's protective gear, she turned around and tightened the leather glove on Potter's wrist, muttering something under her breath.

Potter listened, then suddenly grinned and reached out to ruffle Cindy's hair.

"come on."

After Cindy finished speaking, she stepped off the court.

Potter's smile lingered until he looked at Anne.

However, that smile was different from usual—it carried a serious and frank meaning.

"I've always wanted to have a good fight with you."

He said.

Annie looked at him.

"Me too."

Potter nodded and stretched his wrists.

"Then let's go."

The gray shadow had barely finished speaking when it pounced!

This usually lazy gray wolf was now moving as fast as a gray lightning bolt!

Its target was Yukikaze's flank; the leather sheaths covering its fangs were covered in powder, and any graze would leave at least a red mark!

But the snow wind is even faster!

The silver-gray figure shifted to the side the instant the gray shadow pounced, perfectly avoiding the attack. At the same time, it used its hind legs to propel itself up, and its front paws pressed down on the gray shadow's back!

The first encounter between the two wolf companions was so fast it was dazzling.

Potter had already rushed in front of Anne, his left hand holding a short axe aimed straight at Anne's shoulder, while his right hand held another short axe, ready to strike.

Anne seemed to have seen through Potter's thoughts. Instead of retreating, she advanced, dodging Potter's left-hand attack, and at the same time, kicked him on the outside of his left knee.

Potter lost his balance and staggered half a step, and Anne's short spear had already landed on his lower back.

A green powder mark was left on Potter's leather jacket—that's a pretty good result and placement!

The cheers from the sidelines were deafening.