Chapter 22

chapter twenty-two That's a whole bunch of bad guys. Think it's too late to vote for ghosts? "Very funny," June says, squinting to see the approaching enemy. PFHOOM!

第二十二章那是一群坏蛋。 你觉得现在给鬼魂投票太晚了吗？ “很有趣，”琼说，眯起眼睛看着正在逼近的敌人。 PFHOOM !

A bone bomb lands a hundred feet from us. Skeletons rise, taking on mangled new forms. "Hey, guys, I didn't miss any of the good stuff, did I?" Dirk asks, suddenly appearing at our side, crouching down. Drooler is fast asleep on the sword's hilt—they must have been busy. Dirk peers through the exploded wall. "Oh man, there is no good stuff, huh. Is that a Dozer out there? Be great if we could finish the 'good guys escape' thing before that gets any closer." I pull my camera from my bag and peer through a new high-powered lens—thanks, mall Best Buy! I get a quick glimpse of the skeleton soldiers now marching forward. I pull the lens, zooming in further, twisting until it focuses— And I zero in on Thrull's face. He sits atop a throne of bone and vine, carried by skeletal soldiers. He's looking more arrogant than ever. Like he's already won. He must think a wounded, half-dead Mallusk stranded in a rusted railway graveyard is easy pickings. On any other day, that smugness would grind my gears. But today, it gives me hope. Because the longer he thinks he's got this in the bag, the longer Johnny Steve has to lead everyone to safety.

一颗骨弹落在离我们一百英尺远的地方。 骷髅升起，呈现出残破的新形态。 “嘿，伙计们，我没错过什么好东西吧？”德克突然蹲在我们身边问道。 流口水在剑柄上睡着了——他们一定很忙。 德克透过爆炸的墙向外张望。 “哦，天哪，没有什么好东西。 那是推土机吗？ 如果我们能在他们离我们更近之前完成‘好人逃跑’那就太好了。” 我从包里拿出相机，透过一个新的高倍镜头往外看——感谢百思买！我迅速瞥见了正在前进的骷髅士兵。 我拉上镜头，进一步放大，旋转直到它聚焦——我瞄准了Thrull的脸。 他坐在骨头和藤蔓的宝座上，由骨骼士兵抬着。 他看起来比以前更傲慢了。 好像他已经赢了似的。他一定认为一个受伤的、半死不活的马卢斯克人被困在生锈的铁路墓地里很容易被抓住。 在其他任何一天，这种沾沾自喜都会让我感到厌烦。 但今天，它给了我希望。 因为约翰尼·史蒂夫认为自己稳操胜券的时间越长，他就越需要把大家带到安全地带。

"Thrull's in the back," I say, returning to cover behind the wall. "But I doubt he stays there." Time to make good on our campaign promises. So what are we thinking? Fight a bunch of bad dudes by Johnny Stephen. and The monsters as much time as possible and don't get dead while doing it. "I especially like Dirk's part of the plan," I say. "That's extra important." Dirk gives Drooler a gentle shake. "Rise and shine, little buddy," he says as he sets Drooler on the edge of the slushie-slime backpack. Drooler's eyes blink open. He is, once again, a faucet of Ultra-Slime.

“瑟鲁在后面。”我说着，转身躲到墙后。 “但我怀疑他会留在那里。” 是时候兑现我们的竞选承诺了。 那么我们在想什么呢？约翰尼·斯蒂芬的《和一群坏蛋打架》 和怪物相处的时间越长越好，而且还不能因此丧命。 “我特别喜欢德克的那部分计划，”我说。 “这一点格外重要。”德克轻轻地摇了摇流口水。 “起床了，小家伙，”他一边说，一边把流口水放在冰沙黏液背包的边缘。 流口水的眼睛眨了眨。 他又一次成为了超级黏液的龙头。

"It is time," Quint says, "to apply the slime." He dunks both tips of the grabber atop his conjurer's cane, careful to avoid any of its gizmos or tech. June goes next, swirling arrows, dunking sparklers, and dipping who-knows-what-else-is-in-her-fanny-pack in the slime. I summon Alfred, Glurm, and Lefty. "Take a dunk, dudes," I say, and with a swing of the Slicer, their weapons go in. June's walkie-talkie hisses. "Mayor Johnny Steve here! We are on the move!" "Well," I say. "Guess we better get on with it." Dirk slaps me on the back. He's grinning. With Drooler returned, it's like he's fully himself again. More than himself. "Race ya!" Dirk shouts, and with that, we burst outside, onto a battlefield littered with train car husks and rusted steel, crashing headlong into Thrull's army of the dead...

昆特说：“是时候采取行动了。” 他把抓握器的两端扣在他的魔术师手杖上，小心翼翼地避开任何小玩意儿或技术。 接下来是琼，她挥舞着箭，浸泡着烟花，把她的腰包里不知还有什么东西浸在泥里。 我召唤阿尔弗雷德，格鲁姆和阿左。 “灌篮吧，伙计们，”我说，然后挥动切片机，他们的武器就进去了。 琼的对讲机发出嘶嘶声。 “我是约翰尼·史蒂夫市长！”我们在前进！”“嗯，”我说。 “我想我们还是继续干吧。” 德克拍了拍我的背。 他咧着嘴笑。随着Drooler的回归，他好像又完全恢复了自己。 不仅仅是他自己。“种族丫!”德克大喊一声，我们冲了出去，来到一个到处都是火车车厢外壳和生锈的钢铁的战场上，一头扎进了瑟鲁的死亡大军……

Our two forces collide with a deafening crack. Drooler's Ultra-Slime does everything it's supposed to —and more. "Missed you, buddy!" Dirk says. Drooler just chirps as Dirk's blade flashes, chopping through the surrounding horde. Drooler's Ultra-Slime splashes the enemies, burning away the vile vines that animate them and allow them to fight. "Stay back!" Quint barks, skewering a particularly quick-moving skeleton soldier. Each jab of his cane's Ultra-Slime-slathered tips disables an enemy.

我们的两股力量碰撞出震耳欲聋的爆裂声。 Drooler的Ultra-Slime做了它应该做的一切——甚至更多。 “好想你，伙计！”德克说。 德克的剑一闪，在周围的人群中劈来劈去，流口水只是唧唧叫了一声。 流口水的超级黏液溅到敌人身上，燃烧掉让他们有生命并让他们战斗的邪恶藤蔓。 “退后!”昆特吠叫着，刺穿了一个动作特别快的骷髅兵。 他的手杖上涂满黏液的尖端每刺一次，都会使一个敌人失去能力。

"June! Behind you!" I shout as I jam the Slicer through a leaping skeleton. June wheels. With a flick of her wrist, a deck of Uno cards pops out from Blasty's underside; another flick and the cards are rifled outward, each one trailing Ultra- Slime. This is fun and all guys, but we are way overmatched more than you know. Look at what's approaching. A Dozer is barreling toward us. Its savage hands smack Thrull's skeleton soldiers aside, scattering them by the dozens.

“6月!你后面!”我一边叫一边把切片机塞进一具跳跃的骷髅里。 6月轮子。她的手腕一挥，一副Uno牌从Blasty的臀部弹出；再轻轻一弹，卡牌就向外散开，每一张都拖着超级黏液。 伙计们，这很有趣，但我们比你想象的要强大得多。 看看是什么在逼近。 一辆推土机正向我们疾驰而来。 它野蛮的手把瑟鲁尔的骷髅士兵拍到一边，把他们一个个驱散。