12-第四章：更大的麻烦(19)

what could they do but follow him? The armies of the dragons were everywhere, thick and dark like locusts, turning the sky black with their numbers, leaping out of the sea and crawling across the ice floes.
Alvin was the humans’ only chance now. For Alvin had the Lost Things, so he was the only one who could be crowned King. Alvin stood in the ruins of Grimbeard’s Castle, that noseless, heartless, pitiless Man-of-War, breath hissing through his iron mask, sharpening his hungry hook, already gloating over his victory. ‘Hurry up, hurry up!’ snapped Alvin as the Druid Guardians of Tomorrow manoeuvred the Throne on to the four stout stumps where the Throne had once stood before, long ago, when Grimbeard the Ghastly was the last King of the Wilderwest. They were making ready for the Crowning. Nearby were the ten Lost Things. The ticking-thing, the shield, the Crown, the key-that-opens-all-locks, the Dragon Jewel, the second-best sword, the ruby heart’s-stone, the arrow,