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

Wayne hurriedly led Ronald and Wright back to Frostraven Territory.

More than a dozen people were lying on the open ground west of the village.

Emma squatted down next to an old woman, holding a blanket in her hand, her face full of anxiety.

Upon seeing Wayne, she practically ran to meet him.

"My lord! You're finally back!"

"What's going on?"

"have no idea."

Emma's voice trembled: "According to nearby residents, they suddenly collapsed."

Feeling cold all over, lips turning purple, just like…

"Like what?"

"It looks like it's been frozen."

Emma said, "But the weather isn't too cold today, and they're wearing quite a lot of clothes."

Wayne walked over to a patient, squatted down, and examined him.

The man was a middle-aged man, one of the members of the quarrying team.

At this moment, he was curled up on the ground, trembling all over, his lips were purple, and his skin was an unnaturally pale.

Wayne reached out and touched his forehead.

My hands are freezing cold.

He was startled. After a moment's thought, he focused his breathing and felt the cold air around him.

This is an ability that comes with the breathing technique—an ability that allows one to better control their body, including the frostraven glands.

Wayne "saw" a scene that chilled him to the bone—within the person's body, wisps of extremely fine white cold air were moving about.

He stood up and looked around.

In his perception, all the patients had the same coldness in their bodies.

Moreover, he could see the source of this cold air—it was seeping from the ground.

To be precise, it seeped from the cracks in the ground west of the village.

Those small holes in the ground that they had noticed before, whose destinations they didn't know.

Wayne's eyes turned cold.

"Gather all the patients in the village together."

He ordered the four core cadres present: "Don't let them touch the ground again."

"Wright, go find Raymond. If he has a similar situation, have him bring the patients here as well."

Sean nodded and immediately led his men into action.

Wayne turned and walked towards the west side of the village.

"Sir, do you have a solution?"

"have."

Wayne said, "But first we need to see the source clearly."

He walked to a crack in the ground, squatted down, and examined it.

The gap was small, only about the thickness of a finger, but a faint chill emanated from within.

Wayne thought for a moment, then reached his hand above the gap and felt it for a moment.

There was indeed some cold air seeping out, but not much, and it seemed to be getting weaker.

He stood up and walked around the west side of the village.

More than twenty similar cracks were found, all from which cold air seeped out, but the intensity of the cold air was decreasing.

It seems that the amount of cold air stored in these crevices is limited.

But the question is—where did they come from?

It's obviously underground.

Wien seemed to remember something and looked up into the distance.

That direction leads to the cliff caves we explored before.

He had a vague guess in his mind.

……

When they returned to the village, the patients had already been gathered in one place.

More than thirty people, men, women, young and old, were huddled together, shivering.

Sean approached and said, "Sir, there are a few more."

Wayne nodded.

He pinched two fingers of his left hand together, and a crystal blue card that only he could see appeared between them.

This is an ice-type immunity card, a trump card he had kept before, and he didn't expect to have to use it so soon.

However, one crystal blue settlement reward is used to ensure that the people have no worries about food supplies for the winter; another is used to protect one's own people; and there is still one chance to use it, so it is making the best use of resources.

He walked to the center of the crowd, took a deep breath, and activated one of the cards.

A clean aura emanated from his palm, spreading out like a tide.

The breath swept over each patient, and the coldness in their bodies melted away quickly, like frost and snow meeting the scorching sun.

The surrounding crowd held their breath as they watched Wayne's confident movements.

Within seconds, the first patient opened his eyes.

"This...that's it?"

Then, the second, the third... everyone slowly sat up, their faces full of disbelief.

"My lord!"

"It was the lord who saved us!"

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Some people knelt down, some shouted excitedly, and some rushed towards Wayne while crying.

They all had an absolute fear of this sudden, fatal illness.

Wayne raised his hand and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"The cold air seeps out from those cracks in the ground."

He said, "Those cracks are weakening now, and there shouldn't be any more problems for the time being."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"But the source is still there."

The crowd quieted down.

Wayne turned and looked at the distant cliffs.

"I will handle it. Everyone can stay in the east of the village for the next few days."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

it's time.

Gathered before the cliff caves in the southeastern part of the territory was an elite squad carefully selected by Wayne:

Wayne, Ronald, Wright, Anne, Kellerb, Sean.

After the wolf king is handed over, the clan chief abdicates and, according to custom, no longer handles external affairs.

Anne entrusted the task of patrolling the northeastern region to Isaac—who was accompanied by several werewolves who had already reached the first rank.

Potter and Cindy were responsible for hunting—also serving as an important point of defense for the hyena tribe.

The safety of the village was entrusted to Raymond.

Furthermore, if they do not return within half a day, Raymond will send someone to Rachel for help.

He was surrounded by reliable subordinates whom Wayne trusted and relied on.

Looking at the nearly three-meter-high, dark cave entrance in front of me, I recalled the terrifying inhabitants.

Only by resolving these issues can one truly and completely control this land—and only then can one establish one's own true fortress.

Moreover, the "threat" that has been constantly displayed in the notes can be eliminated—and at that time, it will definitely be a generous reward option!

Not to mention that the points gained from increasing your power have a permanent positive impact on the rewards at each settlement...

Wayne took a deep breath: "Let's go in."

The team entered in a double-arrow shape.

Kellerb led the charge, flanked by the equally sharp Wayne and Annie.

Sean is positioned in the center, using arrows to assist his teammates in all directions.

Ronald and Wright were positioned to cover the rear on the left and right respectively, responsible for protecting and covering all members.

The torchlight flickered in the dark cave, like a frightened, trapped beast.

Wayne walked on the left side of the group, holding a torch, with dark red flames directly in front of him.

The firelight was dim, illuminating only half of the wolf's body; beyond that lay boundless darkness, so thick it seemed capable of swallowing everything.

Footsteps echoed through the empty cave, distorted by the stone walls into strange echoes.

Sometimes it sounds like someone is following behind you, and sometimes it sounds like something is moving in front of you.

"This place..."

Kellerb lowered his voice, holding his torch high: "It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Anne didn't speak, but Wayne could see that her grip on the dagger was tighter than usual.

Yukikaze walked ahead of her, his ears constantly perked up, occasionally turning towards the darkness to let out a low whimper.

Stalagmites hung down from above, like inverted fangs. The ground beneath my feet was uneven, and occasionally I could step on small bones—I didn't know if they were from animals or something else.

After walking about two hundred steps, the cave ahead suddenly opened up.

It was a huge, naturally formed stone chamber with a ceiling so high that the torchlight could not reach its end.

In the center of the stone chamber was a shallow pool, its surface as still as a mirror, reflecting a few faint lights—the source of which was unknown.

"careful."

Wayne lowered his voice.

The words had barely left his lips—

"hiss--!"

A piercing shriek suddenly came from above their heads!