Runjun's journey to the west was not smooth, he had traveled west three times, and he had never encountered any obstacles, and in his opinion, except for the blind spirit flashes outside the Great Wall of Desperation, nothing could cause him trouble. But the truth is that on the way west, he has already encountered many troubles. From the main city in the center of the kingdom of heaven to the suburban post station, it was a short distance, and the soldiers who followed him to the western realm were the elite soldiers personally selected by the Holy Queen. Naturally, sending these people here, firstly, to garrison the frontier, to throw their heads and spill their blood, or to reduce some loneliness for Runjun.

The Holy Queen was careful and thoughtful, and Runjun was grateful, but he was not very happy to be followed, because these people were always a burden, not only could not relieve the fatigue, but the sense of boredom suddenly increased. Because the westward journey was too unsmooth, and many abnormal incidents, Runjun could see that some people didn't want him to return to the west. Although I guessed eight points, I don't want to admit it in my heart, people are always willing to believe, those things that I want to believe, there is no need for ignorance and self-coaxing, Runjun is an extraordinary person, but he can't escape this inherent law.

Another night, away from the main city of the center, the populated buildings became scarce, and occasionally a few residential buildings could be seen, but they were also heavily guarded and pedestrians were not allowed to enter. Thinking about it, the Kingdom of Heaven is in an eventful season, and a large number of troops are sent to the wilderness areas of various frontiers, and in order to guard the palace, the scale of the national guard army cannot be reduced, so it is naturally difficult for the troops to radiate to the second and third ring areas outside the main city.

After passing through this black forest, about two hours away, you can reach the suburban post station, where Runjun plans to rest for a few days before heading to the Great Wall of Desperation. It's not lazy, it's just that the Great Wall is vast and endless, and the snow is flying outside the wall, if you don't have plenty of energy, you are very likely to freeze to death on the Great Wall.

From time to time there was the hoarse cry of crows in the forest, which made the ears and hearts cold, and the silence around them was terrible, except for the crows that landed on the branches and stared at everyone, there was no sign of any living creature running. The origin of the name of the Black Forest, roughly from this, if there is no road map, even the horses that know the way have to be trapped here, not because of anything else, here the branches and leaves are dense, it is difficult to see the sun all year round, once the red sun falls down the mountain, this forest is a strong torch, and it can not illuminate the distance. The darkness here seemed to have some kind of condensed weight, and it was extremely difficult for even the light of the flames to spread.

Runjun didn't have a sword in his hand, his sword was at his waist, and although the environment was a little depressing, his expression was still very relaxed. He listened to the crow's cry and secretly made up some simple rhymes, which was quite interesting. The Black Forest is quiet, good for killing, and good for assassination. Runjun's eyes were always level with the front, and he seemed to be looking at something very seriously.

Suddenly, there was a scream from behind, and someone fell, it was the accompanying soldiers. When Runjun rushed over, he had already lost his breath, he was a very young man, Runjun had some impressions of him, he was energetic, his swordsmanship was not bad, and he should have a good chance to become an excellent general in the future. However, his life ended here, and someone slit his throat with a sword, and the sword wound was straight and not deep, which shows that the murderer was very skillful in swordsmanship. If it is heavier, the blood will spurt out, and if it is lighter, it is difficult to cause the effect of killing with one blow, only if it is not light or heavy, it is just right.

Someone dies, and naturally some suspicions will arise, after all, there is no one here, and only their own people have the opportunity to kill people. No, it should be said that there are undercover thieves. So, who are the spies to whom they belong? The hearts of the soldiers were shaken, and they cast suspicious eyes on each other, and even the closest comrades-in-arms lost the trust they deserved. It is understandable, because everyone knows very well that undercover agents have been lurking around since childhood, getting along with each other day and night with sincerity, and no one can see through their sincerity. Undercover agents are the best actors, no one can deny that.

"I want to see your sword. Runjun's reaction was quick, because the investigation had to be fast, and the man couldn't be given time to wipe the blade. If you kill someone, there must be blood on the sword, which is a very simple truth.

One by one, the results showed that the swords of the soldiers were clean. Runjun was not surprised, nor was he disappointed, he had expected that the murderer could not be so stupid, and a successful assassination could never have only one weapon.

After disposing of the corpse of the young soldier, Runjun did not give any instructions, and everyone continued to walk through the Black Forest, the symbol of the ominous black crow was still screaming, and the imminent death cast a gray haze on everyone's hearts. At the end of the forest, a large area of light fell into the pupils, and those who were not used to it raised their hands to cover the light, and they were surprised that it was already dawn, and they had marched all night.

The joy after exhaustion is easy to lead people to relax, so when the rain of arrows comes against the light, because of the disturbed vision and defenselessness, almost everyone is attacked. With the blessing of precision technology, the tip of the arrow feather is extremely penetrating, and the body of the arrow is attached to the circuit board, and the archer will die in paralysis and bleeding.

More than 20 people, this time it was attacked, and too many of the dead were young soldiers. It can be attributed to the fact that they are not rich enough in combat experience, and they are not as experienced as veterans in dealing with emergencies, but this is still only theoretical, and it is too far-fetched to explain it in combination with reality. Runjun saw it in his eyes, and continued to organize the burial of the soldiers' corpses, there were more people at this time, it took longer, and it was dark again when he went on the road again, but fortunately, he had already crossed the Black Forest and arrived at the suburban post station.

Runjun counted the rest of the people, four middle-aged soldiers with strong physiques, with ambitions, ideals and abilities, the peak moment of upright body and combat experience, and it was also the time when their individual combat power was the strongest. Each of them has the ability to take charge of their own affairs, and it is not a problem to lead a thousand-man battalion. The other three, who are a little older, have waning muscular endurance and are weakening their individual combat ability, but years of fighting have given them wisdom, and sometimes this is more effective than wielding a sword.

The young man who is vigorous and fearless is dead, this is naturally a conspiracy, and the young man can be impulsive for justice, and the sharp spirit has not yet been smoothed out, and it has too many unstable characteristics. Veterans are different, middle-aged soldiers are also different, veterans know that life is rare, they are slick and cunning, and they can do anything for their lives. Middle-aged soldiers can shout the slogan that the throne needs the dead as a memorial slogan to realize their ambitions, and they are good at sacrificing others to achieve the glory and greatness of their own bodies.

Different stages are naturally different in what you think and think.

The suburban post station is not a real post station, and all kinds of contraband that cannot be bought in the city are freely sold here, and the big merchants and vendors who are active here are ninety percent of the familiar faces on the wanted list. Here, for them, it was the safest place, because even the skirt of the Holy Queen could hardly cover the sky.

Runjun and his entourage came to the entrance of the suburban post station, they needed to drink a cup of tea, the tea was not poisonous, but it was very expensive, it was the ticket to enter the post station. Runjun knows the tea seller, and he also knows that in this huge post station, apart from the tea seller, he has no friends, only enemies who want to take his head.