"Odin, in Norse myths and legends, he is the king of the gods. In the history of the dragon clan, Odin is the mortal enemy of the Black King. When the end of the end of the world comes, he will bring Valkyrie in the Temple of Heroes to fight with the heroes." The old cowboy frowned and looked at the painting, brushing his fingers across the paper, as if feeling every detail.

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

"No, not without it," the old cowboy shook her head, "there are many, but... it's gone."

"What does it mean when you disappear?" The principal was stunned.

"It means missing, just like data removal. Most of the data is removed, including memory and evidence. I have asked you, but you have no impression of it," the old cowboy's low voice was filled with emotion, "It's like... the power of the gods."

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

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

"...so I need to ask you," Angers paused, choosing to temporarily put down the strange words that the old cowboy said about Odin, "Can dragon meat really be eaten?"

"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 the consequences of dragon blood erosion," the old cowboy looked at Mo Qiuran's answer sheet and was amazed, "All the dragon texts are right, it's really S!"

"I know he is S, and he ignited the golden eyes directly in my office!" Angers said.

"No." The old cowboy suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Anger was stunned.

"The dragon text on this is wrong!" The old cowboy looked at the painting in a daze, and then jumped up from the chair for a moment and began to rummage the boxes and cabinets.

"What are you going to do?" the principal was confused.

"Paper and pen, I need paper and pen!" said the old cowboy, "The dragon text on this includes the ones I used when I asked the questions, but it is not just those, there are more! And it is not drawn casually, and it forms logical words! Dragon text words!"

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

"But I have no paper here..." The old cowboy glanced left and right and stopped on the pure white shirt the principal was wearing.

"I'm customized this!" said the principal quickly.

"This may be one of the greatest discoveries in the research of Dragon Language in a century. It is your honor to write it on this shirt!" The old denim started directly.

"Stop! Wait! I'll take it off myself!" The principal flashed a few meters away in an instant. The white shirt on his body had taken off at some point. His naked upper body was scarred after scar and strong enough to look like a 130-year-old man's muscles. The huge chest muscles and latissimus dorsi form a distinct inverted triangle. The eight-pack abdominal muscles were very eye-catching. If you took a photo and put it online, you might instantly attract a large number of little fans.

If Mo Qiuran was here, I guess he would immediately think of the old KFC grandfather in the video posted by KFC during Mother's Day...

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

"I remember that I had such a figure back then..." The old cowboy said sourly, sniffing and cursing, "You old slut are still spraying perfume!"

"Life needs to be refined," said the principal.

"Haha." The old cowboy sneered twice, picked up the pen and began to squander on the shirt.

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean!" Anger urged.

"There are too many, I'm translating!" The old cowboy became more and more frightened as she looked at it, and kept smoking.

"You really need to be beaten like this..." Angers moved his fingers.

"Okay, I've finished watching it, it's really... shocking." The old cowboy looked at him, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, "Where did you find such a big man?"

"What does it mean," Anger frowned, "What is it written on it?"

"The dragon spreads across the sky, with its wings swelling. That's our battle song!"

"Life is an endless war."

"Every day dawn is the dusk of the gods, because then the world was brighter than the stars!"

"I have found my new limit thousands of times, but I am still determined to move forward!"

"I want the dragons to experience their own strength, break through the scales, stab into the flesh and blood, and never break their promise!"

"I will fight to the death and refuse to surrender until my spear falls to the ground and cannot crawl. Even so, I will still be unbeaten and spit on the enemy with blood!"

The old denim translated all the dragon text content on his shirt word by word, and then fell silent in the bell tower.

They are all over a hundred years old. In the long years, they have experienced countless things, countless battles, failures and successes. There are very few things that can shock them. However, now, just these few words have already made an invincible warrior appear in their hearts. He fought bloody battles between humans and the dragon clan, never retreating, falling down again and again and again until he died completely.

"The word is mentioned in the Dragon Word at dusk," said the old cowboy, "and then he appears. The appearance of genius is often accompanied by disasters, which coincides with the various phenomena observed in reports. The elemental turbulence is becoming more and more active, and the four monarchs seem to be about to recover."

"That's exactly what we expect, right?" said the principal. "Let the war begin to end in our generation."

"Yes." The old cowboy nodded.

"What do you mean when you talk about big names before?" asked the principal.

"I said that during this assessment, the dragon text I used was 'Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth'. This is a chant in the Emperor of Word Spirit. It is said that the Dragon Emperor Niedhog will recover in this praise and bring destruction to the world." The old cowboy pointed to Mo Qiuran's painting. In addition to the strong man who was barbecuing and the salivating boy, the most obvious thing around them was the mountain-like dragon corpse.

"Spiritual vision is usually something that has happened or is hidden deepest in the heart. Niedhog was killed by humans on His throne. If this young man really saw the death of the Dragon Emperor Niedhog and roasted His meat to eat... Then, who is he?"

"Ah snee!" Mo Qiuran, who was holding a pig's trotter and sneezing, sneezing, looking around blankly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked.
Chapter completed!