3-第十二章：逃跑大师(8)
What kind of a Chief am I? he thought to himself wretchedly. Grimbeard the Ghastly would never have hesitated like this! Grimbeard the Ghastly would know it was the Bog-Burglars' fault yet again. He'd have been over there bashing those Bog-Burglars all the way to Valhalla by now...
But then he caught sight of the Roman helmet, and doubts started to creep in.
Could it possibly be that Hiccup was right and the Romans had found their way into the Inner Isles and were trying to make trouble?
Sighing, he picked up the piece of paper sitting on the table in front of him. On it he had written:
Plan A: Sale to the land of the Bog-Burglars and starte bashing everybody.
He picked up the quill, dipped it in the ink and wrote:
Plan B: Send a War Partty to look for A Romman Forte.
But which was the right thing to do? Being a Chief was a lonely business.
But then he caught sight of the Roman helmet, and doubts started to creep in.
Could it possibly be that Hiccup was right and the Romans had found their way into the Inner Isles and were trying to make trouble?
Sighing, he picked up the piece of paper sitting on the table in front of him. On it he had written:
Plan A: Sale to the land of the Bog-Burglars and starte bashing everybody.
He picked up the quill, dipped it in the ink and wrote:
Plan B: Send a War Partty to look for A Romman Forte.
But which was the right thing to do? Being a Chief was a lonely business.
宝贝胆子大了敢逃跑了
