12-第八章：我猜你肯定会觉得这永远都不会发生......(14)
He popped back down into the
cover of the undergrowth again, as the shouting behind him grew louder. As he crawled forward through the wet bracken on his hands and knees, he began to shake with hysterical laughter. This was ridiculous… He had no idea who he was, or what he was doing, he ached all over, it looked like he was being chased by thousands of men, and dragons, and all he really wanted to do was lie down in the undergrowth and go to sleep. But something within him made him push on, moving one swollen knee forward after the other, even though he knew what he was doing was impossible, even though he knew he was defeated before he had even begun. And perhaps that is what heroism truly is, who knows?
For Hiccup could hear the shouting of hundreds of Guardian Axemen, wading through the bog behind him. It could only be minutes before he was discovered, for they could run far faster than he could crawl. But as Hiccup pushed forward, by some extraordinary miracle, he stumbled across a long tunnel, made by a creature that wanted to travel secretly through the bracken, without being spotted by predators wheeling in the skies above. Fernwinders, his brain told him. Wingless, medium-sized dragons that carve tunnels through the forests of ferns in the Archipelago so they can charge across the islands at surprising speeds. There was a trembling and a shuddering and a sound of running feet, and Hiccup only just rolled out of the way in time as a dragon about the size of a large dog stormed past him with mad, panicked eyes. Those huge monsters that had erupted from the sands must have unsettled the Fernwinders, for the bracken was now alive with them, charging through the undergrowth like terrified little rhinoceroses. Hiccup was ready for the next one that careered through the tunnel he was lying in, and as the creature plunged past in a snorting, puffing, rocketing rush,
cover of the undergrowth again, as the shouting behind him grew louder. As he crawled forward through the wet bracken on his hands and knees, he began to shake with hysterical laughter. This was ridiculous… He had no idea who he was, or what he was doing, he ached all over, it looked like he was being chased by thousands of men, and dragons, and all he really wanted to do was lie down in the undergrowth and go to sleep. But something within him made him push on, moving one swollen knee forward after the other, even though he knew what he was doing was impossible, even though he knew he was defeated before he had even begun. And perhaps that is what heroism truly is, who knows?
For Hiccup could hear the shouting of hundreds of Guardian Axemen, wading through the bog behind him. It could only be minutes before he was discovered, for they could run far faster than he could crawl. But as Hiccup pushed forward, by some extraordinary miracle, he stumbled across a long tunnel, made by a creature that wanted to travel secretly through the bracken, without being spotted by predators wheeling in the skies above. Fernwinders, his brain told him. Wingless, medium-sized dragons that carve tunnels through the forests of ferns in the Archipelago so they can charge across the islands at surprising speeds. There was a trembling and a shuddering and a sound of running feet, and Hiccup only just rolled out of the way in time as a dragon about the size of a large dog stormed past him with mad, panicked eyes. Those huge monsters that had erupted from the sands must have unsettled the Fernwinders, for the bracken was now alive with them, charging through the undergrowth like terrified little rhinoceroses. Hiccup was ready for the next one that careered through the tunnel he was lying in, and as the creature plunged past in a snorting, puffing, rocketing rush,
【究惑 / R】永远
