Chapter 23

chapter twenty-three Grab, grasp, click Zmmm

第二十三章抓住，抓住，点击Zmmm

"Hey! WIZARD! WARRIOR!" Kimmy cries, as she dodges a vicious swipe from the rampaging Drakkor. "You dudes almost done doing whatever you're doing?" "Kimmy appears to be growing tired!" Skaelka calls. "ALMOST!" Quint calls. He's about to hoist the hastily assembled contraption over his shoulder, when— "Wait!" Dirk says. "That battery against your side's gonna get real hot. You're gonna need some protection..." With a flourish, Dirk reveals the wizard's robe. "I hung on to this. Thought you might change your mind." "But—" "No arguing. This is your hero quest—so put it on." Quint nods. "All right." The Drakkor is just seconds away from crushing Kimmy and Carol, when— "HEY!" Galamelon shouts. "There's a conjurer who'd like to chat with you." The monster turns. Its dark, cold eyes stare down Galamelon. "Oh, not me," Galamelon says. "Him..."

“嘿!向导!战士!”Kimmy哭喊着，一边躲避着狂暴的Drakkor的猛击。 “你们俩忙完了吗？”“吉米似乎越来越累了！”Skaelka调用。 “差不多了!”五度音的电话。他正要把这个匆忙组装好的装置举到肩上，这时——“等等！”德克说。 “你身边的电池会变得很热。 你需要一些保护……” 德克挥了挥手，揭开了巫师的长袍。 “我紧紧抓住这个。我想你可能会改变主意。” “可是——”“别争了。这是你的英雄任务，所以穿上吧。” 五胞胎点点头。“好吧。”Drakkor就差几秒就要碾碎Kimmy和Carol了，当-“嘿！”Galamelon喊道。 “有个魔术师想和你聊天。” 怪物转过身来。它那双冰冷的黑眼睛盯着加隆。 “哦，不是我，”加隆说。 “他……”

It's not a staff and it's not a cane. It's my own creation. Item unlocked Conjurors cannon. "OK, friend," Quint says to Dirk. "Power me up." Dirk grabs the detonator plunger dangling from the battery pack and gives it a hard tug, like he's starting up a lawn mower. GGRRR-VVRROOM! The Drakkor's killing claws dig into the ground —then it charges. Quint spins the dial on his cane's shortened blaster. His finger finds the trigger-switch.

这不是手杖，也不是拐杖。 这是我自己的创作。物品解锁了魔术师大炮。 “好的，朋友，”昆特对德克说。 “给我充电。”德克抓住悬挂在电池组上的雷管柱塞，用力拉了一下，就像他在启动割草机一样。 GGRRR-VVRROOM !Drakkor的杀戮爪刺入地面，然后冲向地面。 昆特转动着手杖上的短炮刻度盘。 他的手指摸到了扳机开关。

He doesn't give himself time to think. No, this time—he just acts. Quint sees the full effect of his conjuration: a swirling globe of heat and light that fully engulfes the creature—then erupts outward as a rapidly swelling sphere of energy. The sphere expands, filling the town square, pushing toward Quint. He tries to shut his eyes, look away—but a tingling shock wave is coursing through him, and he's stuck, still as a statue. Then, just inches from Quint's face, the sphere stops—a momentary pause—before it's suddenly

他不给自己思考的时间。 不，这次他只是演戏。 昆特看到了他的魔法的全部效果：一个旋转的热和光球完全吞没了这个生物，然后像一个迅速膨胀的能量球一样向外喷发。 球体膨胀，填满了城镇广场，向昆特方向推进。 他试图闭上眼睛，把目光移开——但一阵刺痛的冲击波穿过他，他被困住了，仍然像一座雕像。 然后，在离昆特的脸只有几英寸的地方，球体停了下来——短暂的停顿——然后突然

yanked back like an atomic yo-yo, drawn into the Drakkor. There is a small pop—like a snap bang, thrown against the sidewalk. As the energy streams back into the Drakkor, a blinding blizzard of purple vapor explodes outward. It's like a tidal wave crashing in all directions, nearly taking Quint off his feet. How long he stands there, immersed in vapor, Quint doesn't know. But he knows when the cloud is finally gone. He knows because he sees his hands on the cannon, and they are steady. Beneath him is the cobblestone street. Surrounding him is the town. And the Drakkor is gone. "So, uh, where'd it go?" a voice asks. Quint turns—a sudden, jerking motion that softens into relief as he sees it's Galamelon. And behind Galamelon are Dirk, Drooler, Kimmy, Skaelka, and all the monsterfolk—all exactly where they're supposed to be. And Quint breathes the biggest sigh of relief that ever was sighed. I didn't mess that one up, he thinks. Not even a tiny bit. "Vaporized?" Kimmy asks. "Obviously vaporized," Galamelon says. "What you witnessed there was your classic vapori—"

像个原子溜溜球一样被拽了回来，拖进了德拉科河。 砰的一声，像是啪的一声，扔在人行道上。 当能量流回德拉科时，一股炫目的紫色蒸汽向外爆炸。 就像潮水向四面八方袭来，差点把昆特冲垮。 昆特不知道他在蒸汽中站了多久。 但他知道乌云终将消散。 他知道，因为他看到他的手在大炮上，他们是稳定的。 他脚下是一条鹅卵石街。 他的周围是小镇。 德拉科消失了。“那么，呃，它去哪儿了？”一个声音问道。 昆特转过身来——一个突然的、抽搐的动作，当他看到那是加隆时，这个动作变得轻松了。 在加隆后面是德克、德鲁勒、吉米、斯卡卡和所有的怪物——他们都在他们应该在的地方。 昆特长长地松了一口气。 他想，我没有把它搞砸。 一点都没有。“蒸发?”吉米问。 “显然是蒸发了，”加隆说。 “你在那里看到的是你经典的蒸汽——”

"No," Quint says, his face breaking into a tiny smile. "Not vaporized. Teleported." "Say what?" Dirk exclaims. "You did teleporting stuff again?!" Quint grins. "I did. And now the Drakkor has a new home: Sheboygan, Wisconsin. 201 West Avenue, to be precise." Dirk cocks his head, not understanding. Drooler meeps. Quint gestures to the side of his cannon, where an empty Neat-O Buzz bottle is affixed. "It's their corporate headquarters and main production facility," Quint says with a bashful smile. "The address is on the bottle." Dirk laughs at that. Grinning with the joy of victory, he gives Drooler a gentle, happy pinch. "Now the Drakkor can drink all the soothing Neat- O Buzz its heart desires," Quint says. "Hopefully, that gives it a little peace..."

“不，”昆特说，脸上露出一丝微笑。 “不是蒸发。传送。” “你说什么?”德克声称。 “你又做了心灵传送之类的事？！”昆特笑着说。 “我所做的。现在，Drakkor有了一个新家：威斯康星州的希博伊根。 确切地说，是西大街201号。” 德克歪着头，不明白。 meeps流着口水。昆特指着他的大炮旁边，那里贴着一个空的Neat-O Buzz瓶子。 “这是他们的公司总部和主要生产设施，”昆特腼腆地笑着说。 “地址在瓶子上。” 德克笑了。他带着胜利的喜悦笑着，轻轻地、快乐地捏了一下流口水。 昆特说：“现在，Drakkor可以随心所欲地喝下所有舒缓的Neat- O Buzz了。” “希望这能给它带来一点平静……”