Chapter 88 Northward, Westward, Southward

The two young men ran out of the courtyard without hesitation, ready to ride their dragons. Rhaenyra pondered for a moment, and walked to Longzel with the help of her maid Ilinda Masai: "Prince, can you escort my son to the north?"

Longzel glanced at the newly crowned queen: "I had this intention. Xiaojie is my servant, and it is my duty to protect him."

"As a mother, I thank you for taking care of Xiaojie and others." Rhaenyra said softly: "As a queen, I also hope that you can help him complete his mission."

"I understand you." Longzel bowed slightly and walked out. His dragon stopped on the beach, some distance away from the castle, and he had to ride his horse quickly to catch up with the speed of the dragon.

"Prince, I appoint you as the Guardian of the Borders and Commander of the South." Queen Rhaenyra said solemnly: "After you return to Dragon's Nest, you can control all military affairs in the Reach, Stormlands, Borders and Dorne."

Longzel nodded, took a warhorse from the guards of Dragonstone, and immediately ran to the dragon on the beach. Wormithor looked up at the two dragons that took off, seemed to have noticed something, and crawled towards the castle, just in time to pick up his master.

Wormithor roared and flew to the north.

"Your Majesty, it's time for me to set off too." Daemon took Queen Rhaenyra's hand and kissed her gently.

"I wish you a triumphant return." Rhaenyra returned a kiss on the cheek. Daemon smiled, took the Dark Sister from the servant, and trotted all the way to the direction of Dragon Mountain.

A moment later, the slender and snake-like Korakshu roared and took off from Dragon Mountain, and in the blink of an eye he dived into the clouds.

King's Landing, Red Castle.

Great Aegon looked at the message brought by the raven flying from Dragonstone with a grim face.

It was very simple, there were two messages in total. The first message was to announce to all the princes, knights, and civilians that Otto Hightower, Alicent Hightower, and Criston Cole had betrayed their king and were oathbreakers and traitors despised by the gods. As for the half-siblings deceived by the traitors, Rhaenyra tolerantly said that as long as they were willing to kneel down and admit their mistakes on Dragonstone, she would be happy to forgive them. After all, they all had Targaryen blood in their bodies, and parricide was the greatest sin in the world. .

The second message followed the first one. Dragonzel announced his support for Rhaenyra's inheritance and participated in her coronation ceremony.

"Traitors! They are traitors!" Great Aegon felt a chill on the back of his neck. He was not stupid. Although he loved drinking and playing with women, he could still do arithmetic. If Dragonzel joined Rhaenyra's camp, it would be equivalent to the Black Party having five adult dragons and four small dragons that could take off and fight.

"Seven layers of hell." Great Aegon didn't say "I'm going to chop off their heads" after all, but just sat on the Iron Throne tiredly.

"Hiss." Just after sitting down, Great Aegon took a deep breath, raised his hand and saw that a sharp sword blade had cut his finger directly. Blood gushed out immediately, and Great Aegon hurriedly put his finger in his mouth. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, just a little skin was cut.

Great Aegon was a little unhappy. But he couldn't do anything, so he could only sit stupidly in the empty throne room, wondering what he was thinking.

Womisoer quickly caught up with Womax, but this was because Jacaerys saw Longzel chasing him and deliberately slowed down.

"My lord, why are you following me!" Jacaerys shouted at the top of his voice.

"Your mother let me!" Longzel also roared back, and Womisoer also roared and flew to the side of Womax.

Dragonstone is not far from the Eyrie. The two dragons flew over Seagull Town one after the other. When the dragons saw the endless mountains, the familiar Giant's Spear appeared again. Jacaerys suddenly pointed down. "My lord, there is an army!"

Longzel pressed his gauntlet, and Wormisol flew a little lower. Sure enough, he saw a small but well-equipped army surrounding the Gate of the Moon. They were flying the banner of the Golden Eagle and did not notice anything above their heads.

"Jenny, this is for your own good." Esamba Arryn persuaded the expressionless Duchess on the wall earnestly. Duchess Jane Arryn was 35 years old this year. Since her father and brother were killed by the Stone Crows in the mountains, the Duchess has been in control of the Vale until today.

This golden-haired "Valley Virgin" who inherited the Andal characteristics of her family is still beautiful, but her long-term rule has also brought her indescribable majesty, especially when she looks at these "relatives" under the city, this majesty is even greater.

Ser Joffrey Arryn was wearing beautiful plate armor, with guards beside him, and Artis Royce was also there.

This was also the reason why the Duchess of the Vale could stand here safely. Earl Artis brought 700 well-equipped Vale knights, and Joffrey had 500 crossbowmen under his command.

"King Aegon is the real king. The king promised that as long as you are willing to kneel to him, he can recognize your rule over the Vale. Cousin, wake up."

"Dragon!" A terrified cry interrupted Essamba's words. As soon as the old patriarch of the Golden Eagle raised his head, he saw a huge dragon shadow falling from the sky and landing in his army unreasonably. Essamba didn't even say a word before Wormisol stepped into the stone with his horse. The dragon seemed to feel uncomfortable and roared immediately after landing. With a sweep of its tail, another group of people were swept to the ground, and screams and pleas for mercy instantly spread throughout the city.

"Is this the dragon?" Sir Joffrey looked at the new mountain and couldn't help swallowing.

"Yes," Duchess Jeyne nodded expressionlessly.

The rest of the people saw that Vermax was also landing, and they immediately dispersed, even leaving their flags behind. Vermax shook his head and flew to the wall of the Gates of the Moon.

Prince Jacaerys jumped off the dragon's back nimbly.

"Duke Jeyne, I come as an envoy of my mother, Queen Rhaenyra I of the Targaryen family." The prince politely bowed to the Duchess, then looked up at the Duchess.

On the other side.

Thunder and lightning rolled in the dark clouds, and the common storm in the Storm Land hit the round tower of Storm's End again. Araxes struggled to bring the soaked Lucerys to the square of Storm's End.

The little prince wiped his face and jumped off the dragon.

Araxes suddenly roared at the other side, and Lucerys looked in the direction of the sound.

A mountain slowly rose up from the side.

Vhagar.

Luciris recognized the dragon immediately.