12-第九章：威力蓄须王的预言(7)
小嗝嗝·霍兰德斯·哈道克三世。
9. THE PROPHECY OF GRIMBEARD THE GHASTLY
In Grimbeard’s Castle, the ceremony for the crowning of the next King of the Wilderwest was underway.
Inside the great ruined walls, the surviving remnants of the Tribes of the Archipelago were gathered: burnt, hungry, wounded and exhausted by this terrible War against the dragons. The necessity for that Crowning could not be more self-evident. For Grimbeard’s City had been built at the exact place where Grimbeard himself would have the best view of his Kingdom. To the north, the towering peaks of the Murderous Mountains. To the west, the ocean stretched out forever. And to the south and east, every single island of the Archipelago was in flames. Even those villages that the Dragon Rebellion had taken months ago burned afresh, for the Dragon Furious had sent his armies out to re-light the fires as a signal to the
humans, on this Doomsday of Yule, that the Day of Reckoning had arrived. It was as if the whole world was on fire. The Great Dragon himself was stretched out in Wrecker’s Bay, so unimaginably enormous he made the Bay look like a shallow pool. He could see them gathered there in their ruined Castle, puny little human ants. ‘See, you pathetic human worms,’ hissed the Dragon Furious. ‘See, and be afraid.’ The Dragon Furious spoke in a voice so low and powerful and at such an extraordinary frequency that it caused great waves to roll out across the Inner Ocean. It was so loud that all could hear it: the people of the Archipelago in the Castle, Fishlegs and Camicazi on the back of the Shadow Dragon, even Hiccup, stumbling as fast as he could through the bracken.
9. THE PROPHECY OF GRIMBEARD THE GHASTLY
In Grimbeard’s Castle, the ceremony for the crowning of the next King of the Wilderwest was underway.
Inside the great ruined walls, the surviving remnants of the Tribes of the Archipelago were gathered: burnt, hungry, wounded and exhausted by this terrible War against the dragons. The necessity for that Crowning could not be more self-evident. For Grimbeard’s City had been built at the exact place where Grimbeard himself would have the best view of his Kingdom. To the north, the towering peaks of the Murderous Mountains. To the west, the ocean stretched out forever. And to the south and east, every single island of the Archipelago was in flames. Even those villages that the Dragon Rebellion had taken months ago burned afresh, for the Dragon Furious had sent his armies out to re-light the fires as a signal to the
humans, on this Doomsday of Yule, that the Day of Reckoning had arrived. It was as if the whole world was on fire. The Great Dragon himself was stretched out in Wrecker’s Bay, so unimaginably enormous he made the Bay look like a shallow pool. He could see them gathered there in their ruined Castle, puny little human ants. ‘See, you pathetic human worms,’ hissed the Dragon Furious. ‘See, and be afraid.’ The Dragon Furious spoke in a voice so low and powerful and at such an extraordinary frequency that it caused great waves to roll out across the Inner Ocean. It was so loud that all could hear it: the people of the Archipelago in the Castle, Fishlegs and Camicazi on the back of the Shadow Dragon, even Hiccup, stumbling as fast as he could through the bracken.
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