Game of Thrones: Dragons have three heads, not three-headed dragons.

Oris quietly closed the study door, and by the dim candlelight, looked at Daren's youthful face and said, "I've said enough about what I needed to say. You don't need to worry too much about Viserys; just be respectful on the surface. What are your thoughts on your relationship with Daenerys?"

Darren lowered his head but said in a firm tone, "I don't know, but I wanted to protect her from the first moment I saw her."

After listening, Oris pondered for a moment and said, "She is a Targaryen princess. If you marry her, you will have to take on the grudges between the Targaryens and the people of the Western Continent. Are you prepared?"

Without hesitation, Darren said, "Brother, I don't know either, but I just wanted to try. I could feel the helplessness emanating from her, like a porcelain vase that was about to break at any moment. I just wanted to protect her. I don't know anything else."

Oris realized that his silly younger brother had fallen in love at first sight. Daenerys wasn't as fragile as he thought; after all, she was the future Mother of Dragons.

"If you like it, then go ahead and do it. The expansion plan after the New Year is about to begin. If you intend to protect her, you'll have to prove your strength to me."

"How can you prove it?" Darren asked, puzzled.

"I plan to build a fortress in the disputed lands. In the initial stages of preparation, I will have Rag work with you to build it. Once it is completed, you will need to lead your troops to garrison it alone for at least a year."

"What's so difficult about that?" Darren asked.

"The key is not the length of time the fortress is stationed, but the pressure it will face. After the fortress is built, I will announce that the fortress will accept all slaves who enter it, and once the slaves enter the fortress, they will be free."

Before Darren could react, Oris continued, "Then you'll face the siege of the Three Daughters Kingdom's army. Once the fortress is breached, I don't need to say what will happen to you, do I?"

Darren shuddered after hearing this, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother, are you sure it will only be the army of the Third Daughter City-State that comes?"

"The armies of Slaver's Bay and Volantis are too far away, and they will surely send troops upon hearing this news, but I will lead my troops back to reinforce them before they arrive."

Darren listened silently to his brother's words, his heart heavy, without uttering a word. Oris, seeing this, didn't disturb him and quietly left the study. He wasn't against Darren marrying Daenerys, but he needed Darren to be prepared. The Dragon Aspect family had neither dragons nor soldiers; they were like a piece of fat meat that everyone wanted a bite to. If it were after the Stars Weep Blood, things would be better; with the magical revival, Oris was confident he could use blood magic to hatch the dragon eggs he possessed.

But Daenerys insists on protecting Daenerys, which prevents her from marrying Khal Drogo, making the awakening of the magical tides uncertain. Without the power of the dragons, Daenerys's saintly nature combined with Daenerys's naiveté will surely lead them into trouble. If Oris delays even slightly, Daenerys and Daenerys's fate will certainly not be good.

Lost in thought, Oris returned to his bedroom, fed the two snow eagles some fresh meat, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, before Oris was fully awake, he heard a series of knocks on the door. Half-asleep, Oris opened the door and heard Darren's hoarse voice, a sound of puberty, "Big brother, I've decided. I'll handle the fortress matter." Oris rubbed his eyes, not quite understanding Darren's words, and instinctively replied, "Okay, then you've made up your mind."

After hearing Oris's words, Darren immediately turned around and skipped away. Only after Darren left and Oris closed the door did he come to his senses, muttering, "Darren has already made up his mind."

A month passed quietly. During this month, Oris rarely saw Viserys. The reason was that whenever they met, Viserys would urge him to advance his troops quickly, without considering the route, the number of troops, or the logistical support. This annoyed Oris so much that he could only pass the buck to Pochi, saying that he would urge Pochi to focus on training and that Viserys should go to the military camp to oversee the training progress.

Poch was not one to spoil children. Whenever Viserys appeared in the military camp, Poch would not say much but simply tell his officers to ignore Viserys. After a while, Viserys got bored and started drinking and slacking off.

During this month, Oris formulated a new conscription plan and a resource allocation plan. After sending people to supervise Illyrio's supplies, he handed over the conscription plan to Rag, and waited for the supplies promised by Illyrio to arrive before launching a second large-scale conscription.

At the end of the month, when Oris was having dinner, Margaret brought him a lemon cake. Oris paused for a moment before remembering that today was his fifteenth nameday. Tonight was also his fourth lottery draw; he had been so busy lately that Oris had almost forgotten about his nameday.

As evening fell, Oris lay in bed, unable to sleep. His three draws had yielded the Shapeshifter talent, blood magic, and the method for crafting orbium. In the ordinary world, these would have been enough for Oris to live a peaceful life. However, in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, there were many unpredictable dangers: Oris's poison, Thorthros's disease, Assassin's Shadowbinders, the ice dragons of the Great Wilderness, the White Walkers of the Land of Eternal Winter, and the Black Ships of the Sea of ​​Smoke—all unpredictable threats.

As Oris pondered, he slowly drifted off to sleep. His consciousness quietly entered the void. "Congratulations, host, on reaching your fifteenth nameday and gaining a chance to draw a prize. Would you like to draw a prize now?" Oris heard the voice announcement from the void and began to observe the patterns on the spinning wheel. He noticed that this time, different types of animals appeared on the wheel, including wolves, eagles, deer, snakes, and lizards.

Oris began the lottery. The wheel in the void spun continuously, and the pointer moved through the patterns on the wheel until it finally pointed to a wolf's head. Immediately, a voice broadcast sounded in the void: "Congratulations, host, you have obtained a Frostwolf cub from World of Warcraft and the Frostwolf taming method, plus a bonus enhancement serum."

After the voice broadcast ended, Oris's consciousness returned to reality. Lying quietly under Oris's bed was a wolf cub, pure white with protruding fangs on its lower jaw. It was a Frostwolf from World of Warcraft, an animal that can grow to the size of a horse and easily carry orcs.

Oris briefly skipped over the method of taming frost wolves in his mind. It was actually quite similar to the blood magic he had acquired before, except that it required forming a blood pact with a frost wolf cub when the cub was young. This involved mixing one's own blood with the blood of the frost wolf to cast blood magic. However, this relationship could not be continued through bloodlines, and each person could only form a blood pact with one frost wolf.

After learning about the method of forming a bond, Oris began to study the habits and breeding methods of the Frostwolf in depth. If he could not hatch dragons in the future, the Frostwolf, as a giant beast, would still be a top combat force by his side. He could not let the Frostwolf become extinct in his hands.