12-第十章:谁才是王?(8)
“你不明白,”小嗝嗝急切地说。“我必须成为国王。我必须这么做。你看,鼻涕粗——”
“闪开,孩子。”那个德鲁伊守护者说。
“就这?”阿尔文怒道。“你为什么不派你的龙族守护者去杀了他?”
德鲁伊守护者把小嗝嗝推到一边,张开他蝙蝠翼般的手臂。
“来吧!伟大的命运与黑暗之力!”他喊道。
10. WHO IS THE KING?
Five minutes earlier, Camicazi and Fishlegs were sitting on the back of the Deadly Shadow dragon, searching for Hiccup, when suddenly they spotted him running out of the bracken. Although the human Guardians saw Hiccup too, they were inexplicably attacked by a Deadly Shadow dragon firing lightning bolts at them, so the human Guardians flattened themselves in the undergrowth, and Hiccup was able to make it into Grimbeard’s Castle without being caught. Camicazi and Fishlegs, Windwalker, Stormfly and the Deadly Shadow landed on the edges of the ruined Castle just as Hiccup staggered down the remains of the central aisle leading to the Throne. He was almost unrecognisable. Two colours, half-purple, half-white, clothes ripped to ribbons by talons and seas and winds, one whole side of his body swollen so much that he could barely stand, let alone stumble lopsidedly forward. A wrecked scarecrow of a boy. Alvin let out a gasp of horror. For one dreadful moment, he really thought this boy was a ghost, the spirit of the Hiccup he had killed, come back to haunt him from Valhalla.
“闪开,孩子。”那个德鲁伊守护者说。
“就这?”阿尔文怒道。“你为什么不派你的龙族守护者去杀了他?”
德鲁伊守护者把小嗝嗝推到一边,张开他蝙蝠翼般的手臂。
“来吧!伟大的命运与黑暗之力!”他喊道。
10. WHO IS THE KING?
Five minutes earlier, Camicazi and Fishlegs were sitting on the back of the Deadly Shadow dragon, searching for Hiccup, when suddenly they spotted him running out of the bracken. Although the human Guardians saw Hiccup too, they were inexplicably attacked by a Deadly Shadow dragon firing lightning bolts at them, so the human Guardians flattened themselves in the undergrowth, and Hiccup was able to make it into Grimbeard’s Castle without being caught. Camicazi and Fishlegs, Windwalker, Stormfly and the Deadly Shadow landed on the edges of the ruined Castle just as Hiccup staggered down the remains of the central aisle leading to the Throne. He was almost unrecognisable. Two colours, half-purple, half-white, clothes ripped to ribbons by talons and seas and winds, one whole side of his body swollen so much that he could barely stand, let alone stumble lopsidedly forward. A wrecked scarecrow of a boy. Alvin let out a gasp of horror. For one dreadful moment, he really thought this boy was a ghost, the spirit of the Hiccup he had killed, come back to haunt him from Valhalla.