12-第四章：更大的麻烦(9)
story. It had been a little difficult to take in, there had been so much going on at the time… Hiccup had to get to an island called Tomorrow. He had to be crowned King instead of somebody called Alvin. And then he had to persuade this Dragon Furious to call off the Dragon Rebellion. In one day. And he didn’t have a BOAT, or any LOST THINGS, or any WEAPONS. The Wodensfang was right. This was a problem.
4. THE LARGER PROBLEM
Meanwhile, lying half-submerged in the waters of Wrecker’s Bay, just to the north of the Island of Tomorrow, there was the most gigantic dragon. The Dragon was very, very still, as if War had turned him into a mountainside, a volcano perhaps, for great yellow clouds of sulphurous steam rose from his battle-scarred body, gouged and scraped with many wounds and burn-marks.
A great smoking mountain, he was. Nothing on him moved, not a whisker, not a muscle, not a ripple on his skin, not even a beating heart, to show he was alive and not made out of rock, just that steady smoking. But what was that, up at the top of the Dragon-mountain? A crack splitting in the rock… The Dragon was opening his eyelids, just a tiny, tiny sliver, and you could see the buried fire in the eyes that lay beneath, seething and raging like lava in a hole. War had changed this Dragon, and not for the better. This was the Dragon Furious, and today on the Doomsday of Yule he would meet the new King of the Wilderwest in single combat. The Dragon had rested well in preparation for the battle, and now he was watching Hero’s Gap, the little stretch of water between the Murderous Mountains and the island of Tomorrow, like a cat watching a mousehole. The Dragon Furious’s gigantic eyes saw everything. He saw the Sand-Sharks returning from Hero’s End, and he knew that they would tell him that Hiccup was alive. Surely, thought the Dragon Furious to himself,
4. THE LARGER PROBLEM
Meanwhile, lying half-submerged in the waters of Wrecker’s Bay, just to the north of the Island of Tomorrow, there was the most gigantic dragon. The Dragon was very, very still, as if War had turned him into a mountainside, a volcano perhaps, for great yellow clouds of sulphurous steam rose from his battle-scarred body, gouged and scraped with many wounds and burn-marks.
A great smoking mountain, he was. Nothing on him moved, not a whisker, not a muscle, not a ripple on his skin, not even a beating heart, to show he was alive and not made out of rock, just that steady smoking. But what was that, up at the top of the Dragon-mountain? A crack splitting in the rock… The Dragon was opening his eyelids, just a tiny, tiny sliver, and you could see the buried fire in the eyes that lay beneath, seething and raging like lava in a hole. War had changed this Dragon, and not for the better. This was the Dragon Furious, and today on the Doomsday of Yule he would meet the new King of the Wilderwest in single combat. The Dragon had rested well in preparation for the battle, and now he was watching Hero’s Gap, the little stretch of water between the Murderous Mountains and the island of Tomorrow, like a cat watching a mousehole. The Dragon Furious’s gigantic eyes saw everything. He saw the Sand-Sharks returning from Hero’s End, and he knew that they would tell him that Hiccup was alive. Surely, thought the Dragon Furious to himself,
因为粗暴的玩法变更紧的娜琏
