7 High in the Murderous Mountains

7. HIGH IN THE MURDEROUS MOUNTAINS Fishlegs would have felt gloomier still if he could have seen what was happening high in the sinister crags of the Murderous Mountains, where the Murderous Tribe had their hide-out. The Murderous Tribe did not often receive visitors. Perhaps it was their uncomfortable habit of sacrificing intruders to the Sky Dragons at the point of Mount Murderous that kept people at bay. Or maybe it was their SMELL. They lived on a repellent diet of month-old rotten haddock stuffed with pickled onions and bad eggs, all washed down with enormous quantities of BEER, which, as you can imagine, would make anybody pong a bit after a while. Whatever the reason, the Murderous Tribe were generally left to enjoy the peace and quiet of their sinister mountaintop home. And such was their reputation, nobody came in a friendly way to nick their sheep, or burgle their reindeer, in that neighbourly, Viking-ly manner that was the fashion all over the rest of the Archipelago.

7. 在杀人山的高处如果鱼腿能看到杀人部落的藏身之处——杀人山的险恶峭壁上正在发生的事情，他会感到更加沮丧。 杀人部落不常接待访客。 也许是他们在杀人山献祭入侵者给天龙的不舒服的习惯，让人们陷入了困境。 或者是他们的气味。 他们吃的是令人讨厌的食物，就是一个月大的腐烂黑线鳕，里面塞满了腌洋葱和坏鸡蛋，再配上大量的啤酒，你可以想象，喝了一段时间，任何人都会觉得有点恶心。 不管是什么原因，杀人部落通常都被留在他们险恶的山顶家园享受和平与宁静。 他们的名声就是这样，没有人友好地来偷他们的羊，或者偷他们的驯鹿，就像群岛其他地方普遍流行的那种睦邻的、维京人的态度一样。

So Bertha's cheeky burglary of Madguts's newest military weapon took them entirely by surprise. Madguts's henchman, Gumboil, knelt in the dust before the open stable door, peering at the muddle of footprints, and poking at the soil with one black- gloved finger. He was joined in this exercise by five gigantic Sniffer Dragons, their enormous nostrils pushing through the dirt like bloodhounds as they searched for a scent.

所以伯莎厚颜无耻地偷了麦德古斯最新的军事武器让他们大吃一惊。 麦德古斯特的心腹Gumboil跪在敞开的马厩门前的尘土里，凝视着混乱的脚印，用戴着黑手套的手指戳着泥土。 和他一起做这个练习的还有五只巨大的嗅龙，它们的大鼻孔像猎犬一样在泥土里探出气味来。

Gumboil was carrying Madguts's terrifying arsenal. Fifty Murderous Warriors, and Madguts himself, were watching Gumboil poke. 'Stolen!' Gumboil hissed in disbelief. 'By the Beard of Great Stinking Hairy- Knuckled Thor, Your Violence's Stealth Dragon has been STOLEN!' One of the scariest things about Madguts the Murderous was that he never spoke. Nobody quite knew why. Some say he had no tongue, and others say he had lost his voice-box, but whatever might be the reason, he was never heard to do anything more than grunt. He grunted now. Gumboil leapt sycophantically to his feet and stood on his tiptoes as Madguts grunted furiously into his oily ear. 'Chief Murderous is VERY ANNOYED,' spat Gumboil at the silent Murderous Warriors gathered all around. 'He orders you to track down the perpetrator of this outrage before nightfall, or he will be selling the lot of you to the Ugli-thug Slavelands!' There was an excited hiss and bark, and a swish of forked tails from the Sniffers as they finally picked up the scent of the stolen Stealth Dragon. 'After them!' yelled Gumboil, running to mount his own dragon.

Gumboil带着Madguts可怕的军火库。 五十名凶残的勇士和疯子本人都在看着Gumboil戳。 “偷来的!”Gumboil难以置信地嘶嘶地说。 “以伟大的臭毛指节托尔的胡须起誓，你的暴力的隐形龙被偷走了！”凶残的疯子最可怕的一点是他从不说话。 没有人知道为什么。有人说他没有舌头，也有人说他失去了喉部，但不管原因是什么，人们从来没有听到他发出过咕噜声。 他哼了一声。Gumboil谄媚地跳了起来，踮着脚尖站着，Madguts在他油腻的耳朵里愤怒地哼了一声。 “杀人酋长很生气。”Gumboil朝周围沉默的杀人勇士们啐了一口。 “他命令你们在夜幕降临之前追查这起暴行的肇事者，否则他将把你们全部卖给丑陋的奴隶地暴徒！”嗅探者们终于嗅出了被偷走的隐形龙的气味，发出了兴奋的嘶嘶声和吠叫，分叉的尾巴嗖嗖作响。 之后他们!Gumboil喊道，一边跑上自己的龙。

'And by the orders of his Viciousness, Madguts himself, the one that catches the burglar red-handed shall have extra rotten eggs with his haddock tonight!' The Murderous Tribe raced to their dragons, and they took off after the Sniffers towards the east, and the distant silhouette of the little Isle of Forget Me.

“按照恶毒的疯子的命令，谁能当场抓住窃贼，今晚他的黑线鳕就能多吃几个臭鸡蛋！”杀人部落奔向他们的龙，他们跟着嗅探者向东飞去，远处是遗忘我小岛的剪影。