12-第二十六章:誓约(14)
’ replied Hiccup shakily. ‘I’m just fine… Are you all right too?’ It was just a tiny scratch on his chest. The Dragon Furious would be fine. Of course he would be fine. The Stormblade was merely the size of a pin, or a
needle, in relation to the Dragon’s gigantic bulk. The Dragon had drawn out the Stormblade as if it were the annoying sting of a wasp, and flicked it away with the same careless anger as he had snuffed and flicked the Witch. Surely surely, he would be fine. ‘He’s fine…’ breathed the Wodensfang, with relief. ‘He’s fine…’ ‘THE WITCH IS DEAD! ALVIN IS DEAD, AND I HAVE MADE THE HUMAN KING HICCUP THE THIRD, MY BLOOD-BROTHER, A PROMISE! AND I WILL KEEP THAT PROMISE,’ said the Dragon Furious.