Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 107 Mo Qiuran: Why do I always feel that someone is plotting against me? (1010)

"Odin, in the Nordic myths and legends, he is the king of the gods. In the history of the dragon clan, Odin is the sworn enemy of the Black King. When the final doomsday comes, he will bring Val in the Hall of Valor Kiri and the heroic spirits are fighting." The old cowboy looked at the painting with a frown, his fingers brushing over the paper, as if he was feeling every detail.

"But we didn't find any clues about Odin before." Anger said.

"No, it's not that there are none." The old cowboy shook his head, "There are many, but... they are gone."

"It's gone, what do you mean?" The principal was taken aback.

"Missing means disappearing. It's like erasing data. Most of the data has been erased, including memory and evidence. I asked you before, but you have no memory of it," the old cowboy said in a low voice. His voice was full of emotion, "It's like... the power of a god."

"What are you talking about?" the principal frowned.

"It's nothing." The old cowboy shook his head and put the picture of Odin aside. "Let's take a look at this picture... Damn it! It's really roasting dragon meat!"

"...That's why I need to ask you." Anger paused, choosing to temporarily put aside the strange words about Odin that the old cowboy said, "Is dragon meat really edible?"

"Of course you can eat it. As long as you want, you can eat shit, but there will be bad consequences after eating it. I don't need to tell you about the consequences of dragon blood erosion," the old cowboy looked at Mo Qiuran's answer sheet, tusk tsk Surprised, "All the dragon texts are correct, but it's really S!"

"I know he is S, he lit the golden pupil directly in my office!" Anger said.

"No." The old cowboy suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Anger was taken aback.

"The dragon text on this is wrong!" The old cowboy looked at the painting in a daze, and after a while, he jumped up from the chair and began to rummage through the boxes.

"What are you going to do?" The headmaster looked confused.

"Paper and pen, I need paper and pen!" The old cowboy said, "The dragon text on this includes the ones I used when I wrote the questions, but it's not just those, there are more! And it's not a random drawing Yes, a logical discourse is formed! Longwen’s discourse!"

"I have a pen here." The principal instantly understood why the old cowboy was so excited, and took out a pen inlaid with gold thread from his pocket and handed it over.

"But I don't have any paper here..." The old cowboy glanced left and right and then stopped on the plain white shirt worn by the principal.

"I made it for myself!" the principal said quickly.

"This may be one of the greatest discoveries in the study of dragon language in the past century. It is your honor to write it on this shirt!" The old cowboy started directly.

"Stop! Wait! I'll take it off myself!" The principal flickered a few meters away, and the white shirt on his body had been taken off at some point. The old man's muscles, huge pectoral muscles and latissimus dorsi form an obvious inverted triangle, and his eight-pack abs are very eye-catching. If he takes a picture and puts it on the Internet, he may attract a large number of fans in an instant.

If Mo Qiuran was here, he would immediately think of the KFC grandfather in the video released by KFC during the Mother's Day event...

"Be more conscious, wouldn't it be easier to do this earlier?" The old cowboy caught the shirt thrown by the principal, looked at the principal's appearance, and then looked down at his own... couldn't see his feet.

"I think I had such a figure back then..." the old cowboy said sourly, sniffling his nose and cursing, "You old slut still wears perfume!"

"Life requires refinement," said the headmaster.

"Hehe." The old cowboy sneered twice, picked up a pen and started to spend recklessly on that shirt.

After a while, the original pure white and flawless shirt was painted with rows of stacked symbols, occupying most of the space.

"It's done!" The old cowboy directly threw the gold-studded pen in his hand at the principal.

"What is it?" the principal asked, taking the pen.

"The dragon inscription I used on the title this time is 'Praise my king's awakening, destruction is rebirth'," the old cowboy looked at the dragon inscription he wrote on the shirt, "and here..."

"What are you talking about!" Ange urged.

"Too many, I'm translating!" The old cowboy became more and more frightened as he watched, gasping for breath.

"You really owe it to me..." Anger moved his fingers.

"Okay, it's over, it's really...shocking." The old cowboy looked at him with an unprecedented solemn expression, "Where did you find such a big man?"

"What do you mean?" Angers frowned tightly, "what exactly is written on it?"

"The giant dragon is flying across the sky, its wings are flapping, that is our battle song!"

"Life is an endless war."

"Every dawn is the dusk of the gods, because at that time the world is brighter than the stars!"

"Thousands of times I have found my new limit, and I still keep going!"

"I want the dragons to experience their own power, break through the scales, pierce into the flesh, and never break their promise!"

"I will fight unyielding until the spear falls to the ground, and I can't crawl. Even so, I am still undefeated and spit on the enemy with blood!"

The old cowboy translated all the dragon inscriptions on the shirt word by word, and then the clock tower fell silent.

They are all over 100 years old. In the long past, they have experienced countless things, countless battles, experienced failures and successes, and there are very few things that can shock them. But now, it is just these few words , already let a brave and invincible warrior appear in their hearts, fighting bloody battles in the war between humans and dragons, never retreating, falling down again and again, until completely dead.

"The dusk of the gods, this word is mentioned in the dragon language," said the old cowboy, "and then he appeared. The emergence of geniuses is often accompanied by disasters, which coincides with the phenomenon observed in various reports, the turbulent flow of elements More and more active, the four major monarchs seem to be about to usher in a recovery."

"That's what we're looking for, isn't it?" said the headmaster. "Let the war begin to end in our generation."

"Yes." The old cowboy nodded.

"What did you mean when you said big shot?" the principal asked.

"As I said, in this assessment, the dragon text I used is 'Praise my king's awakening, destruction is rebirth', this is the chanting language in Yan Ling·Emperor, the legendary dragon emperor Ned Hogg Will be revived in this song and bring destruction to the world." The old cowboy pointed to Mo Qiuran's painting, besides the brawny man who was grilling meat and the salivating young man, the most obvious thing beside them was the mountain dragon corpse.

"Spiritual visions are generally things that have happened or are hidden in the deepest part of my heart. Ned Hogg was once killed by humans on his throne. If this young man really saw the death of Dragon Emperor Ned Hogg, and He also roasted his flesh and ate it... so, who is he?"

"Ah!" Mo Qiuran, who was hugging a pig's trotter and gnawed on it, sneezed, and looked around blankly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked.

"It's okay, I just always feel like someone is plotting against me." Mo Qiuran said.

　The sleeping machine wakes up at twelve o'clock... start coding and start coding!Go!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)