第八章:即使你找一百年也找不到阿尔文的秘密营地(6)
‘I have a sense that we will be fine,’ wheezed the Wodensfang, in Norse. ‘Don’t ask me how I know, but the Dragon Furious will not attack us… for now.’
But even with the Wodensfang’s reassurance, it was terrifying to venture out of the hideout once again, with the worry that at any moment they might be attacked by the Dragon Furious, or by the witch’s Spydragons.
The tree above the underground treehouse was still burning when they left it, a blackened, smouldering stump.
Snotlout, on the back of the Hurricane, led them through the eerie landscape. Hiccup had seen woods destroyed before, but this was ten times worse. Everyone was silent, awed by the devastation.
What had once been the half-burnt remains of a forest now looked like the smoking surface of the moon. If it hadn’t been for the river, they would never have found their way, for the landscape was unrecognisable.