Leaving Casimir's border, Zhou Jinru had to pass through the junction of Letania and Ursas, and the closer he got to these places, the more unsmooth the road became, and he couldn't tell whether it was a roadblock robbery, a regular mercenary, or both.

"Where are you going?"

One of the leading mercenaries pressed his hand on the dashboard of the locomotive and asked seemingly casually.

Zhou Jinru smiled: "I came from Casimir and went to the 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 unknown bandits in front of you who are blocking the road and robbing, you are alone, you meet them, no one knows what will happen."

"Rob here, aren't you afraid of being surrounded and suppressed by Ursas and Letania at the same time?"

The mercenary said unexpectedly: "You don't know anything about them? ”

"Are they famous?"

"There are few people who don't know the reputation of the Rusty Hammer, when have they ever been afraid of the encirclement and suppression of the army?"

Zhou Jinru had heard of Rusthammer, a group of civilian armed groups that ran rampant in Ursas, Casimir, and Letania, with all kinds of people, from down-and-out nobles, to poor and poor, to deserters who had 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 is really a drop in the bucket, and it is more than a star and a half behind.

As Ursas's high-handed policies have continued in recent years, Rusthammer can be seen in almost all parts of the northern realm.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Zhou Jinru thanked him, even if there was a rusty hammer in front of him, he had to continue walking.

The mercenary reminded again: "The front is dangerous! ”

"I know, thank you, but I'm going anyway."

"Okay," the mercenary looked at Zhou Jinru's car and pulled out a machete hanging from his waist, "Bringing it will at least give you a little sense of security." ”

Zhou Jinru did not refuse, 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 that there is danger, you have a reason why you have to go, I have done my duty, but I want to remind you again that we will stay here for two more days, if we encounter danger and can escape, the rust hammer will see us and should let you go." ”

His words made Zhou Jinru awe-inspired, in the face of a stranger, he could still do this level, this mercenary's level of discipline and self-restraint ability has stood in a very high position in the industry, if he has the corresponding strength, he should be famous and known to everyone.

Bidding farewell to the camp of unknown mercenaries, Zhou Jinru continued eastward, and at this time it was the end of August in 1092, and there was only a small tail left in the summer.

He followed the route on the map to a messenger transit station, resting and inquiring about recent rumors.

"The Usas are moving around the border, and sixteen messengers have alerted Volynmud who is approaching, and if those ferocious bears are ready to make a move, there will be new news in the next two days."

"Maybe it has something to do with the dynamics on Kazdale's side, those demon guys seem to be starting to kill each other, and a lot of mercenaries have gathered in the past, maybe there will be a war."

"The Grand Knight of Casimir is preparing to hold the 22nd Knight Competition, and the exclusive news is that Margaret Linguang of the Shining Knight Linguang family has confirmed to participate, and 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 is still too late for him to turn back, because there are still nearly two months before the start of the tournament.

The taciturn man finished his drink, wiped his mouth, and got up to leave.

He had an urge in his heart to rush to Kazdale and see the man for himself.

When he walked out of the door of the small bar, he was followed by two people, Zhou Jinru didn't pay attention to them, and he didn't bother to pretend, so he walked straight to his locomotive, preparing to leave the messenger transfer station.

The two men hurried after him, and one of them stared at the knife at his waist and asked in a loud voice, "Where did your knife come from?" ”

Zhou Jinru didn't speak, glanced at them, twisted the turntable, the engine roared, the tires drew a black line on the ground, and drove onto the road.

When going out, especially at the messenger transfer station, not everyone has a noble character, and there are also some guys who try to fish in troubled waters, Zhou Jinru doesn't think about how much communication he does at all.

The locomotive drove out of the transit station and sped along the dirt roads of the wilderness, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The speed of this car is okay, but it obviously cuts corners in terms of shock absorption, and the fuel consumption is also a lot, in order to endurance, Zhou Jinru specially hung a fuel tank on both sides of the back seat of the locomotive, under normal circumstances, it can be replenished with an additional three source stone liquid, enough for him to drive to the next supply point.

If the car breaks down on the road, the toolbox from the dealership will come in handy, and as for the repair technique, he has mastered it all in the past few years.

In a hundred years, the most is time, Zhou Jinru has a lot of time to learn all kinds of technical abilities, and he is no longer the Wuxia Ameng.

Four days later, Zhou Jinru, who had been resting all the way except driving, came to a small mobile city, which stopped in the wilderness and opened the passage into the city.

Theoretically, a mobile city shouldn't be in a shipping lane, but it's like a hibernating turtle, motionless.

"Hello, where is this?"

Passers-by pointed to the poster pasted on the wall, Zhou Jinru's teeth were sour, the picture was too abstract, and he couldn't understand what it meant, but he understood the words under the poster.

"Warrenmud, eighth moon, this is Warrenmud?"

Because he didn't like Letania's art style, Zhou Jinru only passed through this country in two different time periods, staying for a short time, and basically had no intersection, never expected to run into Warren Mudd directly now.

He remembered what he had heard at the transit station a few days earlier, that a messenger had said that Ursas's troops had left the station and that they had been seen for the last time in close proximity to the passage of Warrenmud, and that it was hard not to be suspicious of what Usas had done in recent years.

"I remember that there was no direct conflict between Warrenmoud and Ursas, forget it, whether there is it or not, I'd better leave quickly."

Zhou Jinru drove the car, hurriedly bought supplies, filled the three fuel tanks with source stone liquid, and left without looking back, as if something was chasing after him.

On the side of the road he drove away, a frustrated art student was drinking beer, and he wanted to apply for the Letania National Academy of Fine Arts, but there was a high probability that he would not be able to get in.

"There's no going back."

The art student muttered, speaking quickly, this is his all-out effort, and if he fails the exam, he will ......