12-第八章：我猜你肯定会觉得这永远都不会发生......(10)

rabbit warren that was sinking slowly back down into the marsh, broken windows peering only inches above the level of the bog. There where once had been houses, shops, stables, a bustling, thriving city, the centre of the kingdom of the Wilderwest, now was only the tumbledown rubble of stone and wall and roof, where the wind whistled sadly, and the melancholy cry of the seagulls echoed through the ruins. Right on the top of the highest cliff, they could see the largest building of all: the great ruined wreck of the Castle of Grimbeard the Ghastly himself. It was here that the great human party of cheering Alvinsmen and mourning Dragonmarkers had assembled for the Crowning. They had halted, and were staring at the sky, looking at the awesome sight of the Dragon Guardians rocketing ever upwards, with the sand raining down on them in a drenching storm. ‘What’s happening? What does this mean?’ snapped Alvin, in a sudden panic that his Kingdom might be snatched away from him at the last minute. The Druid Guardian, head of the human Guardians of Tomorrow, turned his blindfolded face to the heavens and sniffed the air. He knelt down on the