Chapter 286 What Was Supposed to Come Finally Came

Half a day ago.

Dragon Nest City, Dragon Lair.

In the largest cave, Wormisor lazily opened his eyes, which had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, so that they were glued together. He seemed to know that his size was so huge that even the slightest movement would hurt him. Therefore, when his equally aging partner walked up to him after a long absence, the old dragon just gently let the sharp thorns of his jaw rub against his partner's clothes.

Igor followed his grandfather cautiously, looking longingly at the huge dragon that even if he raised his head, he could only see part of his head.

"grandfather."

Long Zell gently touched his grandson's hair: "The king is critically ill. Regarding his inheritance, no matter what the family thinks, as the king's grandfather, I have to be there to supervise."

"I know." Igor curled his lips. "But when I think about the fact that the little tricks in my belly are no different from children's toys to you, your lovely grandson is very unhappy."

"Haha." Long Zell was amused by his grandson's tone. "You brat, there will come a time when you can use those toys."

"Father, Lei Geng and Princess Irena have already set off first." Ringor walked up to his father while wearing gloves. The tall middle-aged man patted Igor's head gently.

"You brat, I'll give you a task. Keep an eye on your sister and that brat Basilone at home." Ringol said to his son angrily: "Your sister is usually so fierce, but why does she act so violently as soon as she gets in front of that little brat?" Can’t speak? And that brat Basilone, what’s the difference between him and his father, Duke Cregen?”

"You can say less." Long Zell couldn't help but laugh: "Igor, while we are away, you are cooperating with Rey to supervise the affairs of Dragon's Nest City. Rey is old. Igor, you have to be the general secretary. Be patient."

"What should be done, grandpa, father."

Long Zell nodded, and there was a booming sound in Wormisor's throat. The dragon slowly lay down, allowing Long Zell to reach the lengthened rope ladder.

"Seven levels of hell, Valar." Longzell grabbed the rope ladder and pulled hard. He could feel the dissipation of strength with age, and suddenly began to envy Valar who died young.

He chose to die on the dragon's back when he could still fly into the sky freely.

I don't know if I will have the opportunity to meet my nagging father on the back of the Bronze Fury when the day is bound to come.

Xingge, who was also already a huge beast and occupied the second largest nest in the dragon's lair, let out a dull but melodious chirp. The black dragon glided and jumped out of the entrance of the dragon's lair. It flapped its wings and flew towards the dragon lair with its huge body. Sky, Bronze Wrath follows.

The people in Summer Hall raised their heads and looked at the sky that suddenly darkened.

Although they have become accustomed to it, every time these behemoths like the Varese family rise from the mountains and cover the city with their dragon wings that cover the sky, people will feel frightened.

The two giant dragons flew to the north one after the other.

King's Landing.

The ministers who were still quietly arguing about the inheritance rights, as well as the nobles who came here specially, looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked at Lei Geng, who was standing there calmly but solemnly.

They didn't dare to say a word.

Until Earl Farman broke the silence: "Prince Lei Geng, I don't know."

"Lord Farman." Lei Geng stretched out his hand: "For the specific details, please tell my father and brother. My current identity is the king's brother-in-law and the husband of Princess Yelena."

He looked at the evasive eyes of the ministers and suddenly smiled.

A deafening roar came from the south.

If you don’t see the person, hear the sound first.

It was obvious that the two people they could not afford to offend had arrived.

Vormithor and Starsong came to King's Landing again without causing much controversy.

After all, these two giant dragons are familiar faces to the people of Junlin, and they have met each other twice. However, the size of these two giant dragons still amazed the people of King's Landing.

The two giant dragons did not fly to the Dragon Lair or the Black Palace, but landed directly on the wall of the Red Castle - the courtyard could no longer accommodate the two giant dragons.

"They're coming."

Lei Geng said calmly.

The nobles stood obediently almost immediately, waiting for Long Zell and Ringor to arrive.

The king's chamber.

The grand maester nervously wiped the king's forehead with a cloth soaked in vinegar, as if this could wake up the unconscious king.

Of course, it's all in vain.

The king's consciousness was still intermittent, and the grand maester could only judge whether the king was in a coma or awake by the shaking of his eyelids.

But when the dragon's roar came from just now, the king's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Finally, after yet another pot full of vinegar that failed to work, the king finally opened his eyes.

"Is my grandpa here?"

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"It's me, Your Majesty."

Long Zell sat next to the king, and Lingol stood outside the door, watching the ministers coldly.

The grand bachelor looked at the king and Longzell with some confusion. Longzell waved his hand: "You can go, there is no more business for you here."

Darren nodded laboriously.

The grand maester breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been granted amnesty, and led the maesters out.

"Grandpa." Daeron said with some disappointment: "I wanted to die on the back of a dragon like my great uncle Valar, but I didn't expect that..." He looked at the ceiling sadly: "I don't even have the strength to get out of bed now."

The king told Longzel about his worries intermittently.

The writing of "The Eastern Expedition" did ease his collapse, but after the writing of "The Eastern Expedition" was completed, the heart disease came back again, a mouth that couldn't eat anything, a tongue that couldn't taste anything, and a brain that was not interested in anything.

From that moment on, Daeron knew that his death was not far away.

Unfortunately, when he really faced all this, he regretted it again.

"Good boy." Longzel comforted gently: "I will let Menghuo take you back to the blue sky. This is the honor that every dragon king deserves."

"Thank you."

Daeron suddenly said deflated.

He paused and said again: "Grandpa, don't you have anything to say about my inheritance?"

Longzel smiled: "Haven't you decided yet?"

Daren closed his eyes helplessly. Yes, he had already decided. But he couldn't make up his mind.

"Grandpa, what do you think about convening the Great Council again after my death to discuss the issue of inheritance rights?"

The king asked sincerely.