Chapter 1720 King's Advance and Retreat

"Boom—"

The sound of buildings collapsing outside caused Frieda's whole heart to twitch non-stop; the tremor under her feet made her whole body stiffen even more.

It was a catastrophe of unprecedented proportions and, perhaps, the highest number of casualties in Britain over the years.

Up to now, although Frieda is only a Muggle, she has already understood that it is a "wizard" who caused all this. The royal family had already sent the army to issue warning documents in advance. Since they could not help all the residents evacuate in a short time, the army could only remind all those who were too late to move out to find a place to hide first.

But who knew, the hordes of living corpses came much faster than anyone imagined. From Kent to London and then to Birmingham, the coverage of the fog became wider and wider.

After the first few "mushrooms" fell to the ground, although Haierbo and the group of living corpses were forced to stop their progress, after that, the speed of the mist spread became faster and faster.

Due to the arrival of the army of living corpses, there are still many Muggles like Frieda who have not had time to escape to the north. Right now, people are probably hiding in houses, cellars, and attics like her, shivering!

The outside has been completely shrouded in gray mist, and the sound of footsteps echoing on the street, accompanied by various movements that represent destruction.

Yes, buildings collapsed, trees fell to the ground, and streets were shattered. The reality like the end of the world made no one dare to go out easily.

In this case, maybe only one's own home can make people feel a little warm-even if it is also cold all over.

"boom!"

Suddenly, another sound of a building collapsing came in from outside. The sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly even through several walls.

Closer...closer than before!

Under the immense tension, Frieda began to waver involuntarily. She suddenly turned from hesitation and hesitation to cursing in a low voice, and her spirit gradually collapsed.

Then, at the moment when the bang sounded again, her home was also pushed down by groups of living corpses, and she was crushed under the ruins.

Situations like Frieda's have happened many, many times, and they also have a nearly consistent ending.

Not long after she drew her last painful breath,

The power contained in the mist made her gradually open her eyes again, and then dragged her remnant body and roared to join the other living corpses.

Haierbo's army of living corpses was constantly being replenished in this way. It was just a few "mushrooms", which seemed not to be enough to really hurt him.

Of course, compared to the Muggles who were "buried alive" due to the collapse of buildings, more refugees were actually directly killed by the army of living corpses on the way to escape.

Because the marching speed of the living corpses was very fast, the asylum seekers would often be caught up on the way. Then, like bulldozers, they "rolled over" all the way.

This "man-made disaster" was stunned by Haierbo's interpretation of a feeling almost like a "natural disaster".

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"...Your Majesty, you can no longer stay here, you must retreat immediately!"

In the manor of the British royal family, the prime minister is trying his best to persuade the queen to leave this place - although the fog and the army of living corpses are still far away, the speed of the non-stop advance is afraid that it will soon approach this place A manor is coming.

However, no matter how much the prime minister persuades, it seems that he is determined to stay and live with the country.

"If you want to go, go, I will definitely not leave!"

She said so honestly.

But at the same time, her son, His Royal Highness, obviously did not have the guts to be as stubborn as his mother.

"Davidson, we have to go—the latest news has come from the front line. The fog has reached Birmingham, which has almost included the small southern half of the country! If this continues, none of us can escape."

"Yeah! It's really time to stay away from here. Smart people don't choose this kind of time to show off," the old bishop couldn't help nodding his head and said, "But... Her Majesty the Queen...she probably doesn't want you to leave, right? ?”

"Mother, she—"

When the prince said this, he couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the door beside him. He knew that the Prime Minister was trying his best to persuade the Queen inside right now, but he guessed that it would not have any effect.

As the other party's son, the prince actually understood his mother's temper very well. At this time, she was determined not to leave the country and her subjects and run away alone.

After a moment of hesitation, the prince finally gritted his teeth secretly, then shook his head and said:

"The queen has the responsibilities of the queen, and the prince also has the responsibilities of the prince--as the current king, the mother will neither, nor can she leave; and as the next first successor, I must and must preserve my This life!"

The truth is indeed the truth, but even so, when the words come out of his mouth, it still inevitably makes people feel very pale.

The reigning king cannot be a deserter, so can the successor king?

But the old bishop knew that this was His Royal Highness.

"Your Highness, you are right!" Davidson immediately agreed, "Now that McLean has disappeared, and no one knows if he is dead. Under such circumstances, there must be no one for a while Will come to replace him to hinder Hai Erbo's actions - if you stay any longer, no one will be spared!"

Just as he was talking, he suddenly glanced at the end of the corridor again. Over there is the front hall of the manor, and that "idiot" Barbre is still waiting there every day without any change.

Is there any chance that McClain will come back? Davidson wasn't sure about this, because he knew that guy's strength was indeed frighteningly strong, and even Hai Erbo might not be able to really kill him.

But he knew that Barbre's stupid waiting must be a meaningless move.

"Your Highness," he thought for a while, and couldn't help frowning slightly, "Should we...should we bring him along? He has been practicing every day these days, and his strength has indeed improved a lot. If Your Highness If you give orders, he should obey."

"He?" The prince glanced at Davidson's line of sight, then shook his head, "Leave him to mother! Even if he is forced to follow me, he won't do his best. I don't want disobedient people." .”

Having said that, the prince immediately turned his head slightly as a signal, and then he and Davidson left along the corridor one after the other.

And almost at the same time, Maca on the island in the distant sea had just assisted Harry towards the first difficulty in controlling the sword of Gryffindor.