12-第二十一章：巫婆干预命运(3)
在那条顺从的隐形龙的影子旁只剩他们两个了，那条龙正在耐心地等待着指令。
“这不是我做事的方式，妈妈！”阿尔文嗥叫着。“你必须让我按自己的方式做事……我更像是一个偷偷摸摸的人，一个潜伏者，一个躲在阴影里下毒的人。除非我知道自己能赢，否则我不喜欢把自己置于危险之中。”
“胆小懦弱！”巫婆嘶嘶道。“唠唠叨叨！我对那些毫无意义的私事不感兴趣，在我咬你之前快骑到龙背上去！别担心，我会帮你动手的，但我需要你在场。把你的里层防火服和暴风刃给我。”
阿尔文闷闷不乐地把那些东西递了过去。他绷着脸，爬到隐形龙的背上。
你不得不将这些事交给巫婆来做，对于一个上了年纪的女人来说，她有的是勇气。
她裹好防火服，抓起暴风刃，跳到隐形龙的背上，用瘦骨嶙峋的脚后跟踢了踢龙的两侧，随着巫婆的一声叫喊，隐形龙飞走了。当龙跃起的时候，它从咸沼泽的棕色变成了与天空中火焰和黑云一样的颜色。
21. THE WITCH INTERVENES WITH FATE
Just when it seemed like things might be moving in the right direction, just when it seemed as if Hiccup might be able to persuade the Dragon Furious to call off his Rebellion… something dreadful happened. It was, I suppose, an illustration of everything the Dragon Furious was most worried about: that despite all that the good humans do, there are always the evil ones, hiding in the shadows. The evil one in question, was, of course, the Witch. She had seen Hiccup throw the Jewel. She had seen the Dragon Furious hesitate. She had known that the horrible little rat would be talking, Thor rot him. She had watched it all, and she had the sense that everything she had lived for, everything she had worked for, everything she had killed for, was slipping through her bony fingers, and she could no longer bear it. Twenty years trapped in a tree trunk, slowly growing white as a slug, quietly going mad in that darkness, gnawing on rats’ bones, licking the bark for moisture, as she laid her plans like spiders’ webs and looked back into the past searching for signs and
“这不是我做事的方式，妈妈！”阿尔文嗥叫着。“你必须让我按自己的方式做事……我更像是一个偷偷摸摸的人，一个潜伏者，一个躲在阴影里下毒的人。除非我知道自己能赢，否则我不喜欢把自己置于危险之中。”
“胆小懦弱！”巫婆嘶嘶道。“唠唠叨叨！我对那些毫无意义的私事不感兴趣，在我咬你之前快骑到龙背上去！别担心，我会帮你动手的，但我需要你在场。把你的里层防火服和暴风刃给我。”
阿尔文闷闷不乐地把那些东西递了过去。他绷着脸，爬到隐形龙的背上。
你不得不将这些事交给巫婆来做，对于一个上了年纪的女人来说，她有的是勇气。
她裹好防火服，抓起暴风刃，跳到隐形龙的背上，用瘦骨嶙峋的脚后跟踢了踢龙的两侧，随着巫婆的一声叫喊，隐形龙飞走了。当龙跃起的时候，它从咸沼泽的棕色变成了与天空中火焰和黑云一样的颜色。
21. THE WITCH INTERVENES WITH FATE
Just when it seemed like things might be moving in the right direction, just when it seemed as if Hiccup might be able to persuade the Dragon Furious to call off his Rebellion… something dreadful happened. It was, I suppose, an illustration of everything the Dragon Furious was most worried about: that despite all that the good humans do, there are always the evil ones, hiding in the shadows. The evil one in question, was, of course, the Witch. She had seen Hiccup throw the Jewel. She had seen the Dragon Furious hesitate. She had known that the horrible little rat would be talking, Thor rot him. She had watched it all, and she had the sense that everything she had lived for, everything she had worked for, everything she had killed for, was slipping through her bony fingers, and she could no longer bear it. Twenty years trapped in a tree trunk, slowly growing white as a slug, quietly going mad in that darkness, gnawing on rats’ bones, licking the bark for moisture, as she laid her plans like spiders’ webs and looked back into the past searching for signs and
变物吧生命鞋第5章
