Chapter 1729

"Your Majesty is a great king."

"Then babley is a loyal soldier."

On the North Sea to the east of Britain, a troop carrier is slowly heading for Norway across the sea. On the front deck of one of the ships, two soldiers in red Royal Guard uniforms were looking back at the harbor and talking faintly.

Probably because of the strong wind on the sea, neither of them wore the tall bearskin hat they wore when standing guard on weekdays.

"Babley... Maybe!" one of the guards stroked the handle of his sword and shook his head slightly. "If he could insist on staying there when his majesty ordered us to leave her, the word 'loyalty' has been his epitaph. Although... What he did may not be just the reason of 'loyalty'..."

In fact, as the guard said, they were ordered by the queen to "drive" to the North Sea.

They used to be the direct guards of the British royal family. This time, under the order of her majesty, they are leading the last army to protect the royal family to meet the prince who has taken refuge in Norway.

As for her majesty herself... Before they left, the seemingly endless fog had spread to the front of the manor. Up to now, I'm afraid the manor has been swallowed into the fog, and the queen herself must have

"Don't think so much," another guard sighed. "We'd better think about what to do next! Do you think we really want to do what your majesty says?"

Before the voice fell, the other party immediately nodded.

"Her Majesty takes great care of our family, so I am willing to complete this task for her majesty and the future of the royal family... Babley can be loyal, of course I can. If you can't do it, leave it all to me!"

By the early morning of tonight, most of the British Empire had been completely occupied.

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When the troop carrier carrying most of the British royal guard and some members of the royal family sailed to the North Sea, the queen was standing in the middle of the garden with only a small group of guards in the vestibule of the Royal Manor in northern England.

Not far in front of the queen, babley stood alone in the wind and looked numbly at the gray fog like a towering city wall approaching outside the yard.

To tell the truth, it is enough to frighten people just because of the majestic momentum that is constantly approaching. Not to mention, now everyone here can know more or less what terrible things are waiting for everyone in the fog.

But it was at this time that he heard the queen suddenly say:

"Babley... You really don't have to stay here. Although you already have the ability to cast magic, you obviously don't have the strength to compete with this great disaster, do you?"

It has to be said that although the queen seems to care only about the safety, honor and disgrace of the royal family at any time, so far, many decisions are completely different from her kind appearance, which makes people feel quite ruthless.

But if you peel off the Royal shell on her and remove the Royal burden on her shoulders, you can find that she has always been a kind and gentle woman in essence.

While the queen felt such a sharp contrast, even the loyal guards gathered around her couldn't help sighing.

However, babley, whose back is facing this side, seems to have no time to sigh for the Queen's life. He did not answer what the queen had just said, but just stood there like a tower, motionless.

The queen saw this, and after a slight pause, she replied:

"Babley, I know you stayed here for Mr. McLean? But in that case, you have no reason to stay here - perhaps you don't know that in the deep forest behind the manor, there is the wizard school where Mr. McLean studied magic and once worked... You should be able to find it now that you know magic, I think I think you should go there and wait for Mr. McLean to return. "

Babre's family had been ordered by the queen to take refuge in Norway - including the families of the guards who volunteered to die for the queen. Therefore, reasonably speaking, babre should have no worries at home.

However, after the Queen's persuasion, babley finally said, "Your Majesty, I'm not waiting for Mr. McLean to come back... Well, maybe it was before, but it's not now."

He didn't look back when he spoke, so he looked at the approach of the fog wall and spoke quite calmly.

"Do you know, your majesty? When I gained this power that day, Mr. McLean whispered to me - he said, 'as long as I can master this power, I have the right to think for myself'. Therefore, I have been trying to 'think' these days..."

"But to be honest, I'm very stupid. Let alone come up with any conclusions. I don't even know what I should think."

"And it was not until just now, when I watched your majesty order you to forcibly drive away the guards who originally wanted to stay, that I had the first decision made by myself in my life - it may be strange to say, because the answer I thought out was the same as my job responsibility."

Speaking of this, he suddenly tidied up his collar and then said seriously:

"Your Majesty, I will fulfill my task as a royal guard and protect your safety with my life - where you are, I will be there until the last minute!"

Before the words fell, the more than ten guards around the queen seemed to be inspired by his words. They suddenly took out their swords and shouted:

"Where the queen is, we are!"

It was also at the moment when the guards expressed their determination that a large number of corpses of different shapes finally rushed out of the fog that had been pressed to the front door of the vestibule and rolled towards them.

As soon as babley saw it, his hands were held high, and a violent hurricane rolled forward like a mountain.

It must be said that his hard practice during this period has been very effective. He has been honed according to the training methods left to him by Maka, which has enabled him to stably control the air flow to attack.

Unfortunately, in the face of the countless corpses that occupy the ground and sky, his strong wind can only slightly disrupt the actions of the leading corpses.

Soon, the whole manor was completely submerged by countless enemies.