After leaving the border of Casimir, Zhou Jinru had to pass through the junction of Letania and Ursus. The closer he got to these places, the more uneven the road became. It was difficult to tell whether they were robbers, regular mercenaries, or both. yes.
"Where are you going?"
One of the leading mercenaries pressed his hand on the dashboard of the motorcycle and asked seemingly casually.
Zhou Jinru smiled: "I'm coming from Casimir and heading east. Is there any problem?"
"It's best not to go any further. This is a reminder and a warning. There is a group of unidentified gangsters blocking the road ahead and robbing you. You are alone. No one knows what will happen if you meet them."
"Aren't you afraid of being surrounded and suppressed by Ursus and Letania at the same time if you rob here?"
The mercenary asked unexpectedly: "You know nothing about them?"
"Are they famous?"
"There are very few people who don't know the reputation of Rusty Hammer. When have they ever been afraid of military encirclement and suppression?"
Zhou Jinru had heard of the Rusty Hammers. This was a group of civilian armed organizations rampant in Ursus, Casimir and Letania. There were all kinds of people, from down-and-out nobles to poor and impoverished people. , to deserters who defected from the army.
Although the strength is slightly lacking, there are many people, they are good at concealment, and their vitality is more tenacious.
Compared with them, the Integration Movement really pales into insignificance, falling behind by more than a star.
As the high-pressure policies of Ursus have continued in recent years, Rusthammer can be seen in almost all areas of the Northern Realms.
"Thank you for reminding."
Zhou Jinru thanked him and continued walking even if there was a rusty hammer in front of him.
The mercenary reminded again: "It's dangerous ahead!"
"I know, thank you, but I'm going anyway."
"Okay," the mercenary looked at Zhou Jinru's car and casually pulled out a machete hanging from his waist. "Bringing it with you will at least give you a sense of security."
Zhou Jinru did not refuse. He took the weapon and said unexpectedly: "I thought you would stop me and not let me go."
The mercenary took two steps back and pointed to the road ahead: "Even if you know there is danger, you must go. You have a reason why you have to go. I have fulfilled my duty, but I want to remind you again that we will still be here. Stay for two days. If you encounter danger and can escape, Rusty Hammer will probably let you go when he sees us."
His words made Zhou Jinru stand in awe. He could do this to a stranger. The level of discipline and self-discipline of this mercenary army already stood at a very high position in the industry. If they had the corresponding strength, It should be famous and known to everyone.
After bidding farewell to the unknown mercenary camp, Zhou Jinru continued to move eastward. It was already the end of August in 1092, and there was only a small tail left in summer.
He followed the route on the map and came to a messenger transfer station. While resting, he inquired about the latest rumors.
"The Usas people are active on the border. Sixteen messengers sent an early warning to the approaching Warren Mud. If those ferocious bears are ready to take action, new news will come in the next two days."
"Perhaps it has something to do with what's going on in Kazdale. Those demons seem to be killing each other. Many mercenaries have gathered there. Maybe there will be a war."
"The Grand Knight of Casimir is preparing to hold the 22nd Knight Competition. According to exclusive news, Margaret Linguang of the Linguang family of the Glory Knight has confirmed to participate. She is the favorite to win the championship!"
Zhou Jinru was stunned. He didn't expect that he left Casimir in a hurry and missed the knight competition where the Yao Knight won the championship.
In fact, it's still too late for him to turn back now, because there are still nearly two months until the start of the competition.
The taciturn man finished his drink, wiped his mouth, stood up and left.
There was an urge in his heart to rush to Kazdale and see that person in person.
When he walked out of the small bar, there were two people following behind him. Zhou Jinru ignored them and didn't bother to pretend. He walked straight to his motorcycle and prepared to leave the messenger transfer station.
The two men hurriedly caught up with him, and one of them stared at the knife on his waist and asked loudly: "Where did your knife come from?"
Zhou Jinru didn't say anything, glanced at them, turned the turntable, the engine roared, the tires drew a black line on the ground, and drove onto the road.
When traveling, especially in a courier transit station where people are mixed up, not everyone has a noble character, and there are also some people who try to fish in troubled waters. Zhou Jinru does not consider doing much communication at all.
The locomotive drove out of the transfer station and sped along the wilderness dirt road, raising dust all over the sky.
The speed of this car is okay, but it obviously cuts corners in terms of shock absorption, and consumes a lot of fuel. In order to last, Zhou Jinru specially hung a fuel tank on both sides of the back seat of the motorcycle. Under normal circumstances, it can replenish the energy source three times. The stone liquid was enough for him to drive to the next supply point.
If unfortunately the car breaks down on the road, the toolbox brought from the car dealership will come in handy. As for the car repair skills, he has mastered them all in the past few years.
In a hundred years, the most important thing is time. Zhou Jinru has a lot of time to learn various technical abilities. He is no longer the Wu Xia Ameng.
Four days later, Zhou Jinru, who was driving and resting along the way, came to a small mobile city. It parked in the wilderness and opened the way into the city.
Theoretically, the mobile city should not stop on the waterway, but it is like a hibernating turtle, motionless.
"Hello, where is this?"
A passer-by pointed at the poster posted on the wall. Zhou Jinru felt his teeth aching when he saw it. The picture was too abstract and he couldn't understand what it meant, but he could understand the words below the poster.
"Warmud, the eighth moon, is this Warrenmud?"
Because he didn't like Letania's artistic style, Zhou Jinru only passed through this country in two different time periods. His stay was very short and there was basically no intersection. He never expected that he would bump into Warren Mud directly.
He remembered the news he heard at the transit station a few days ago. A messenger said that Usas's troops disappeared after leaving the station. The place where they were last seen was very close to the waterway of Volamde. He also thought of Usas's troops in recent years. What Si has done is hard not to make people suspicious.
"I remember there was no direct conflict between Volemud and Ursus. Forget it, regardless of whether there is or not, I'd better leave as soon as possible."
Zhou Jinru drove the car, hurriedly bought supplies, filled three fuel tanks with Originium Liquid, and left without looking back, as if something was chasing behind him.
On the road where he drove away, a depressed art student was drinking beer. He wanted to apply for the National Academy of Fine Arts of Letania, but there was a high probability that he would not be admitted.
"There is no way out."
The art student muttered something, speaking very quickly. This was his desperate attempt. If he didn't pass the exam...
