Chapter 1728 The Last Loyalty

"Your Majesty is a great king."

"That Barbre is a loyal soldier."

On the surface of the North Sea on the east side of the United Kingdom, a troop carrier is slowly sailing towards Norway on the other side of the sea. And on the front deck of one of the ships, two soldiers in red royal guard uniforms were looking back at the direction of the harbor, talking faintly.

Probably because of the strong wind at sea, neither of them wore the tall bearskin hats they usually wear when they stand guard.

"Babre...maybe!" one of the guards stroked the hilt of his saber, shaking his head slightly, "You can insist on staying there when His Majesty orders us to abandon her and evacuate, 'loyalty' The word is already his epitaph. Although... what he did may not be just the reason of 'loyalty'..."

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

They were originally the direct guards of the British royal family. This time, under the order of Her Majesty the Queen, they are leading the last army to protect the royal family to join the prince who has taken refuge in Norway.

As for Her Majesty herself... before they left, the seemingly boundless fog had already spread to the front of the manor. By now, that manor has probably been swallowed up in the mist, and the Queen herself must have...

"Don't think so much," another guard couldn't help sighing at this time, "let's think about what to do next! Tell me, we really want to do what His Majesty said. ?"

Before the words fell, the other party nodded immediately.

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

Until the early hours of the night, most of the entire British Empire had completely fallen.

...

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

And not far in front of the queen, Barbre stood alone against the wind, staring blankly at the gray mist like a towering city wall approaching little by little outside the courtyard.

To be honest, just the majestic momentum that is constantly approaching is enough to make people frightened. Not to mention, everyone here now knows to some extent what terrible things are waiting for everyone in the mist.

But it was also at this moment that he heard the queen behind him suddenly say:

"Babre... There is really no need for you to stay here. Although you already have the ability to cast magic, you obviously haven't reached the strength to contend with this huge disaster, have you?"

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

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

While feeling such a sharp contrast in this queen, even the loyal guards who were gathering around her could not help but sigh secretly.

However, Barbre, who was turning his back to this side right now, didn't seem to have the time to marvel at the Queen's life. As for what the queen said just now, he didn't answer, but just stood there like a tower, motionless.

The queen sees this,

After a short pause, he said again:

"Babre, I know, you stayed here because of Mr. McLean, right? But if that's the case, you have no reason to stay here. Maybe you don't know, deep in the forest behind this manor is The wizarding school where Mr. McLean studied magic and once worked... You who know magic now should be able to find it, I think you should go there and wait for Mr. McLean's return."

Barbre's family had been ordered by the Queen to take them aboard to take refuge in Norway, including the families of the guards who stayed here who voluntarily sacrificed for the Queen. Therefore, logically speaking, Barbre should have no worries.

However, after the Queen's words of persuasion, Barbre, who had been silent all this time, finally said sullenly: "Your Majesty, I am not waiting for Mr. McLean to come back... Well, maybe it was like this before, but not now."

He didn't look back when he spoke, just watched the fog wall approaching, and continued speaking quite calmly.

"Your Majesty, do you know? When I obtained this power that day, Mr. McLean said to me in a whisper, 'As long as I can master this power, I have the right to think for myself' .So, these days, I've been trying to 'think'..."

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

"And until just now, when I watched Your Majesty, you ordered to forcibly drive away those guards who originally wanted to stay, that I made the first decision in my life that I made by myself. It may be strange to say, Because the answer I came up with was actually the same as my job responsibilities.”

Having said that, he suddenly tidied up his collar, and then said seriously:

"Your Majesty, I will fulfill my duty as a royal guard and protect your safety with my life. Wherever you are, I will be there until the last moment!"

Before the words were finished, the dozen or so members of the guard beside the queen seemed to be inspired by his words, and suddenly drew out their swords and shouted:

"Where the queen is, there we are!"

And it was at the moment when the guards expressed their determination, a large number of living corpses of various shapes finally rushed out of the fog that had already pressed down on the gate of the vestibule, rushing towards them.

When Barbre saw it, he immediately raised his hands high, and a violent hurricane rushed forward like an overwhelming mountain.

It has to be said that his hard training during this period of time has achieved great results, and he has been sharpening according to the training methods left by Maca, which has enabled him to stably control the airflow to attack.

It's a pity, facing the countless living corpses, large and small, occupying the ground and the sky, his strong wind can only slightly disturb the movement of the living corpses in the front line at most.

In a short while, the entire manor was completely overwhelmed by countless enemies.