樂(lè)高幻影忍者官方小說(shuō)

作者: Tommy Andreasen

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譯者：醉酒異客

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臨睡前，我特意找了副眼罩戴上。我頭上的裂痕發(fā)出的光芒越來(lái)越刺眼，弄得屋子里像白晝一樣亮，不戴眼罩根本就沒(méi)法睡?？杉幢闳绱?，我還是失眠了－－心里面裝著那么多事，換成誰(shuí)都睡不著。現(xiàn)在的我好像介于某種半睡半醒的狀態(tài)，我在想著各種心事的同時(shí)似乎也在做著夢(mèng)。這次的夢(mèng)和以往不太一樣，場(chǎng)景依然是冰迷宮，但我的意識(shí)好像已經(jīng)脫離了我的身體，我正在以外部的視角觀察著我自己。我眼睜睜地看著摩羅擊破冰墻沖向了我，把我的頭劈成了兩半，我的身體倒在了地上，裂痕卻脫離了我的頭，懸在半空中劇烈震動(dòng)，摩羅鎮(zhèn)定地旁觀著，這一切都在他的計(jì)劃之中。他透過(guò)裂痕，凝視著往生世界的深處，緩慢地將手伸了進(jìn)去。突然，一道耀眼的綠光射了出來(lái)，他踉蹌著后退了幾步，好像有一股強(qiáng)大的力量把他推開(kāi)了一樣。我望向裂痕內(nèi)部，那里面是由一張張扭曲的面孔盤(pán)旋而形成的綠色漩渦。摩羅向他們歇斯底里地吼叫著，他那憤怒的聲音聽(tīng)起來(lái)異常地痛苦。 “你們這群頑固的家伙！我這是在解放你們！穿過(guò)陰陽(yáng)兩界之門(mén)，隨便找個(gè)什么人附上，你們就能像我一樣獲得自由了！你們?yōu)槭裁床辉敢馀浜衔?？！被困在那里有什么好的？！?我能夠清清楚楚地感受到摩羅的絕望。往生世界的亡靈們不愿意接納他，但我很快意識(shí)到，這并不是他憤怒的真正原因。我注視著摩羅又一次嘗試去接近陰陽(yáng)之門(mén)…… 骷髏武士被重重地摔向墻壁，它身體的各個(gè)部位碎了一地，骨頭散架的咔嚓聲在地下世界里回蕩，其它骷髏蜷縮在一旁，戰(zhàn)戰(zhàn)兢兢地望著這駭人的一幕。不遠(yuǎn)處，江戶巫師已經(jīng)離開(kāi)了他的王座，他的身體發(fā)出如幽靈一般的詭異綠光，緊握成拳的雙手被熒藍(lán)色的蒸汽包裹著。 “諾姆的重建工作停了？！為什么？！說(shuō)??！” 一陣難以忍受的沉默。橫在地上的頭骨嘗試著回答，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)下顎離自己有足足二十多尺遠(yuǎn)。過(guò)了一會(huì)兒，另一個(gè)骷髏武士小心翼翼地站了出來(lái)，撿起下顎骨，并摸索著將它安回原處，頭骨結(jié)結(jié)巴巴地打破了沉默。 “請(qǐng)…請(qǐng)?jiān)徫易鹳F的骷髏王，我也不太明白出了什么事，但…但…但諾姆鎮(zhèn)的鎮(zhèn)長(zhǎng)好像覺(jué)得重建計(jì)劃很可疑，他可能發(fā)現(xiàn)了計(jì)劃的真正用意，我覺(jué)得他……” 頭骨還沒(méi)來(lái)得及把話說(shuō)完，又被一道藍(lán)色的沖擊波炸飛了，這次他摔落在了懸崖的邊緣，懸崖的下方是沸騰的紅色巖漿。周圍的骷髏蜘蛛寶寶受到了驚嚇，紛紛爬進(jìn)石縫中，骷髏武士的驚恐也并不亞于這些小蜘蛛。 “我問(wèn)你怎么想了嗎？！如果江戶魔力不夠強(qiáng)的話，我怎么離開(kāi)這個(gè)悲催的地方？！怎么統(tǒng)治忍者國(guó)？！”克勞斯氣得都快冒煙了，但他還是強(qiáng)迫自己鎮(zhèn)定了下來(lái)。他用銳利的目光迅速掃視了一下立在他面前的骷髏軍團(tuán)－－它們一個(gè)個(gè)都被嚇得呆若木雞。他的本性是不是暴露得過(guò)多了？不！不會(huì)的！這些傀儡們?cè)缇蛦适Я颂魬?zhàn)權(quán)力的能力。克勞斯在年輕時(shí)鉆研過(guò)歷史中的戰(zhàn)役，薩姆卡曾是一個(gè)厲害的軍閥，但后期，他逐漸變得貪婪，并最終徹底迷失于對(duì)財(cái)富、土地和力量的欲望中。史書(shū)中從來(lái)沒(méi)有記載過(guò)薩姆卡的手下有過(guò)任何叛變，倒是記載過(guò)不少他的暴行，克勞斯很敬仰薩姆卡，一個(gè)好領(lǐng)袖本就應(yīng)該利用下屬的恐懼來(lái)控制他們，還要有為了達(dá)成目的而不擇手段的決心；但他一直不太清楚他犯下的什么罪行讓他和整個(gè)軍團(tuán)落得這種下場(chǎng)－－據(jù)史料記載，他們的武器被奪走，他們的肉體被剝離，他們的骨架永遠(yuǎn)地墮入了地下世界。心靈創(chuàng)傷的痛苦如此深沉，以至于來(lái)自他－－國(guó)王的命令都無(wú)法讓它們開(kāi)口提起往事?？藙谒褂肿亓送踝?，輕蔑地?fù)]了一下手?！鞍阉春?，送它回忍者國(guó)；還有，把這個(gè)字條帶給看守！”他在一片皺巴巴的羊皮紙上草草寫(xiě)下幾項(xiàng)指示，并傳喚剛剛恢復(fù)原狀的骷髏武士上前。骷髏武士懷揣著新生成的敬意匍匐在克勞斯腳下，這種敬意的基礎(chǔ)已不是主人的承諾，而是恐懼。 另附原文： I will soon be dreaming the dream again. I am sleeping, but my awake thoughts keep popping in. It is not exactly easy falling asleep knowing what I know now. I have to sleep with a blindfold tonight. The light from the rift illuminates the room too much. Also, my dream has changed. I have an external view of myself this time, like I am a floating spirit watching. I cannot move and just watch as Morro breaks through the ice and cleaves my head. My headless body drops to the ground and the rift hangs in mid air convulsing. Morro doesn't seem surprised. This was the expected outcome for him. He stares deep into the Departed Realm, then slowly raises his arm and reaches in. In a bright green flash he is violently pushed back. Inside the Rift the faces float by in the twisting maelstrom of green. Morro's voice has a hollow pained feel as he snaps angrily at them. "Why do you fight it? Why are you so complacent? You could be free like I am! Just pass through and hook on to something! Be free! What's so good about where you are now?" There is something truly desperate about Morro's voice. It dawns on me, that he is not really angry that the ones in the Departed Realm won't accept him. He advances on the rift again... The Skullkin crashes through the wall. The clacking of bone echoes through the Underworld and the other Skullkin cower as bones scatter across the blackened floor. The sickly green ghostly glow from the Edo sorcerer who has risen from his throne mixes with the blue vapors emitting from his clenched hands. "WORK IN NOM HAS STOPPED?!? WHY?!? SPEAK!" The awkward silence that followed seemed to last forever. The Skullkin skull found it immensely hard to speak having been separated 20 feet from its lower jaw. It wasn't until another Skullkin nervously fumbling managed to put the jaw back in its place, that the silence was broken. "Please exalted SkullKing of the Underworld. I am just a messenger. Bu... bu... bu... but it would seem that the Mayor knows there is some fishy going on. Maybe he has figured out the true purpose of the structures. I think he..." Another blue blast sent the skull flying across the plateau. Baby bone spiders fled into cracks in the ground, as it settled dangerously close to the edge, a steep drop with red hot lava bubbling below. The Skullkin would have swallowed hard had it still had a throat. "Have I asked you to THINK?!? How can I rule Ninjago if there isn't enough Edo power to liberate me from this wretched place?!?" Clouse fumed, then regained his composure. His piercing eyes scanned the legion of Skullkin which stood paralyzed by fear before him. Had he revealed too much? No! These warriors had long ago given up their ability to question authority. Clouse had spent some of his younger years studying the great battles of the past. Samukai had been a mighty warlord early in his career, but he had quickly lost his way in his greedy conquest for riches, land and power. Yet there were no records of desertions or mutinies despite all the atrocities he and his merciless armies caused. Clouse respected that. A great leader should inspire blind loyalty and fear in his followers. And have the resolve to do ANYTHING to carry the ambition forward. He had always wondered what Samukai has done to bring this strange fate to himself and his men. The history books mentioned how the flesh was ripped from their bones and how their armor and weapons dropped to the ground as their skeletons ceased to exist in Ninjago. But even his attempts…A KING’S ORDERS TO HIS SUBJECTS had failed to get any of the skulkin to decipher this riddle for him. So deep ran their shame and regret. Clouse has sat back to his throne and waved his hand dismissively. ‘Put him back together and send him back to Ninjago. And bring this to the warden!’ He scribbled some fast instructions on a crumbling piece of parchment, and called over the newly rebuilt Skulkin, who nervously approached his King with new found respect. His respect was no longer based on the promise of becoming something more. But of fear.