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

Oris sat in the military camp, holding three petrified dragon eggs that Neptune had used as bait, quietly watching the flames within the city of Braavos. Braavos, a city-state founded by escaped slaves of ancient Valyria, was bordered by the sea to the northwest and swamps to the southeast. Most of the city's buildings were located on the inner side of a circular bay, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was somewhat similar to the dragon's lair that Oris wanted to build. Using wildfire to bombard the buildings was not a good choice, but Oris had the ability to shapeshift and could mark the important buildings inside Braavos through the vision of the white eagle, so that the subsequent bombing operations could be adjusted.

Just as Oris was intently observing the scene within Braavos and listening to the cries of the people, Bono's voice came from outside the camp: "His Majesty has an envoy from Loras requesting an audience." Oris frowned upon hearing Bono's report, feeling his good mood had been disturbed, but he still allowed Bono to bring the person in.

Oris stared at the Lorasian envoy who had entered with Bono. Before the man could speak, Oris preemptively asked, "Are you Valyrian?" As soon as Oris finished speaking, the man with standard silver-white hair and purple eyes knelt on one knee. "Yes, Your Majesty, my ancestor was indeed one of those who came to Loras from the Freehold." Seeing the man's humble demeanor, Oris's initial displeasure gradually dissipated. He gestured for the man to rise. "What is the purpose of your visit?"

After speaking, Oris sat down and waited for a reply, but the envoy hesitated for a long time without saying anything coherent, causing Oris's patience to gradually wear thin. Just as Oris was about to ask the envoy to leave, the envoy spoke up, "The Prince's Council hopes that you can stop the war, after all, Braavos is someone's important trading partner." Oris thought he had misheard the envoy and immediately asked him to repeat himself.

The envoy stammered as he spoke again, "The Prince's Council hopes you will stop the war. In return, we are willing to mediate and offer you compensation." He was already sweating profusely as he stated his purpose. Oris looked at this principled Valyrian and asked curiously, "I'm quite curious about what your compensation will be, after all, Loras is the poorest of the free trade city-states."

As soon as Oris finished speaking, the envoy's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "The Prince's Council has prepared some good things for you, which have already been transported over. Would you like to take them out now?" Seeing the other party's confident tone, Oris nodded. Immediately, the envoy gathered the people outside the camp to carry box after box into the tent, while Tian Shou silently walked up to Oris.

After the messengers opened the boxes, Oris saw only pieces of silvery-white bones appearing in the tent. Just as Oris was about to ask, the messenger preemptively answered, "This is the gift prepared for you. Please be patient." Oris, suppressing his curiosity, waited to see what tricks the messenger would pull. Once all the boxes were opened, the messenger and his servants began piecing together the bones. With their efforts, the silvery-white bones gradually took shape, forming the form of a giant dragon.

Just as Oris was about to ask again, several servants worked together to bring out another large box from outside. When they opened the box, a dragon's skull was revealed. After working together, they finally assembled the dragon's skeleton. As the envoys were wiping their sweat, Oris stepped down from his chair and reached out to touch the silvery-white dragon bone. It was cool to the touch, and when he gently tapped it, he could feel the metallic texture.

The skeleton was almost identical to the one Oris had seen in Dorne, but while Oris's skeleton was black, this silvery-white one was completely baffling, even after searching through his memories of his past lives. Seeing the others still wiping their sweat, Oris asked, "Where did you get this?" After speaking, Oris stared into the messenger's eyes, hoping to find some secret within them. The messenger, however, remained calm and stepped forward, saying, "This skeleton has always been kept in the Prince's treasury. It is said that the previous Prince obtained it on Iban Island and smuggled it out." Oris's doubts remained unresolved. He knew that dragon bones had appeared on Iban Island, but what about this silvery-white skeleton?

Thinking of this, Oris asked again, "Loras should also be able to buy dragon bone products. Is this kind of silvery-white dragon bone common in Loras?" After Oris finished speaking, the envoy bowed slightly and said, "Actually, in Loras, there is only one such silvery-white dragon bone. According to scholars who have studied this thing, it may be the bone of an ice dragon."

Oris nodded silently after hearing what the other person said. It was indeed possible. Although no one had ever seen an ice dragon, it was a creature that existed in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. Legend has it that there was a giant dragon in the Trembling Sea and the White Wasteland that was larger than the dragons of Valyria. Its body was covered with frost, its eyes were pale blue crystals, and it could blow out cold air by flapping its huge, translucent wings.

Legends about the Night King also describe him as follows: when the long night comes, the Night King will lead the White Walkers on ice dragons, ice spiders, and skeletal horses to Westeros. Ice dragons are also found among the constellations of the world of ice and fire.

In his previous life, Oris was the author of "A Song of Ice and Fire," George R.R. Martin, who also wrote a short story called "The Ice Dragon," which tells the story of a little girl riding an ice dragon to fight against a fire dragon. In his previous life, many people believed that these two stories took place in the same universe. If the ice dragon really exists, then Oris's fear of the Night King would be even greater.

With his memories constantly shifting, Oris had no time to listen to the messenger's next words. After waving to Tian Shou to take the messenger away, Oris began to study the ice dragon's skeleton. This complete skeleton was the same size as an elephant, and according to the growth rate of a fire dragon, it was probably only twenty or thirty years old. In terms of the ratio of the head to the body, this dragon's head was smaller and its body was larger. At the same time, its wings were also larger than those of Valyrian fire dragons, which meant that this kind of dragon might have a greater ability to fly. In terms of touch, the ice dragon's bones were finer than those of the fire dragon.

The icy touch reminded Oris of his creation of the Thunder Dragon. Since there could be fire dragons and sea dragons in this world, it was not impossible for the God of Cold to create an ice dragon. Oris made up his mind to go to the Man-eating Bay before the Night King launched his invasion to see the ice dragon and whether he would have another chance to tame a dragon.