Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 286 What’s supposed to come has come.

Half a day ago.

Dragon's Nest City, Dragon's Lair.

In the largest cave, Wormisol lazily opened his eyes which had been glued shut after sleeping for who knows how long. He seemed to know that his body had become so large that the slightest movement would hurt his companions. So, when his equally aging companion walked up to him after a long absence, the old dragon simply rubbed his companion's clothes lightly with the spikes on his jaw.

Igor followed his grandfather carefully, looking at the huge dragon with some longing. Even if he raised his head, he could only see part of its head.

"grandfather."

Longzel gently stroked his grandson's hair and said, "The king is critically ill. As the king's grandfather, I have to be present to supervise the issue of his succession rights, no matter what the family thinks."

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

"Haha." Longzel was amused by his grandson's tone. "Little boy, there will be a day when you can use those toys."

"Father, Regen and Princess Elena have already set off." Lingol walked up to his father while putting on gloves. The tall middle-aged man patted Igor's head gently.

"Brat, I have a task for you. Keep an eye on your sister and Basilon at home." Lingol said to his son unhappily, "Your sister is usually so fierce, why is she speechless in front of that little guy? And Basilon, that stinky boy, is no different from spring grass compared to his father, Duke Creggan."

"Say less." Longzel couldn't help laughing: "Igor, when we're not here, you'll be the one cooperating with Rey to supervise the affairs of Dragon Nest City. Rey is old, Igor, you'll have to take care of more of the chores."

"It's the right thing to do, Grandpa, Father."

Ronzel nodded, and a rumbling sound echoed in Womisoel's throat as the dragon slowly lowered itself down, allowing Ronzel to reach the extended rope ladder.

"Seven layers of hell, Valar." Longzel grabbed the rope ladder and pulled hard. He could feel his strength dissipating with age, and suddenly began to envy Valar who died young.

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

I don’t know if I will have the chance to meet my weird father on the back of Bronze Fury when that day comes.

Xingge, which was also a huge monster and occupied the second largest nest in the dragon's lair, let out a dull but pleasant cry, and the black dragon glided out of the cave entrance of the dragon's lair, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky with its huge body, followed closely by Bronze Fury.

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

Although people have become accustomed to it, every time these huge monsters of the Varese family rise from the mountains and cover the city with their dragon wings that block out the sky, people feel terrified.

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

King's Landing.

The ministers who were secretly arguing about the issue of succession rights, as well as the nobles who had come specially, looked at each other, and then looked at Lei Geng who was standing there calmly but seriously.

They dared not say a word.

Until Lord Farman broke the silence: "Prince Regen, I don't know."

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

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

A deafening roar came from the south.

I have never seen the person, but I have heard his voice.
It was obvious that the two people they could not afford to offend had arrived.

Wormithor and Starsong arrived in King's Landing again, without causing much controversy.

After all, these two dragons are familiar faces to the people of King's Landing, and they have seen them many times. However, the size of these two dragons still makes the people of King's Landing amazed.

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

Regen said calmly.

The nobles stood up almost immediately, waiting for Longzel and Ringol to arrive.

The king's chamber.

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

Of course, it was in vain.

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

But when the dragon roar was heard just now, the king's eyelids twitched violently.

Finally, after another basin full of vinegar had failed to work, the king finally opened his eyes.

"Is my grandpa here?"

"It is I, Your Majesty."

Longzel sat next to the king, while Ringol stood outside the door, staring at the ministers coldly.

The Grand Secretary looked at the king and Longzel at a loss. Longzel waved his hand and said, "Go away. There is nothing for you to do here anymore."

Darren nodded laboriously.

The Grand Secretary breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned, and retreated with the other scholars.

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

The king told Longzel his thoughts intermittently.

The writing of "Records of the Eastern Expeditions" did ease his collapsing mental illness, but after it was completed, the mental illness came back again. His mouth could not eat anything, his tongue could not taste anything, and his brain had no interest in anything.

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

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

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

"Thanks."

Darren suddenly said in a deflated tone.

He paused and said again: “Grandpa, don’t you have anything to say about my inheritance?”

Longzel smiled and said, "Haven't you already decided?"

Darren closed his eyes helplessly. Yes, he had made the decision long ago, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

"Grandfather, what do you think about convening the Grand Council again to discuss the issue of succession after my death?"

the king inquired earnestly.

(End of this chapter)