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【书籍搬运】The Death Blow of Abernanit 对 Abernanit 的致命一击

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英文书名: The Death Blow of Abernanit
原文出处: http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Death_Blow_of_Abernanit
作者: 不知名
翻译人: Ray

由 圣人 Geocrates Varnus 讲述

今日Abernanit城堡的垛口已经残缺了,城墙已经败坏了。可是在从前,它们可是完整无缺的。它们曾经紧密的围合在一块。50年过去了,冬天的风霜已经在那邪恶的大门上刻上了一道又一道的裂缝。那个邪恶的,淫秽的尖塔早已经倒在风雪之中。一切仿佛都不曾存在,只有漫天的飞扬的尘土充斥着这里的一切。鲜血干涸了,嘶叫散去了。青山依旧在,只是这片位于Morrowind的寂寞的土地里,已无处可寻 Abernanit 的遗骸。

当年,身受 神圣审判席 祝福的 Rangidil 在这里第一次看到 Abernanit 城堡的时候,这座城堡被打磨的如同白银般闪闪发亮,仿佛在展示着永恒的力量。这片恐怖的地方,由一个恐怖的人守着。他的眼睛如同滚热发烫的玻璃,他的力量来自 prince Mehrunes Dagon 。Rangidil 看到对方的军队数量远高于自己所带领的 Ordinators 以及 Buoyant Armigers 。从山上往下看,战场上那代表死亡的堡垒耸立着,它在诅咒着 Morrowind 人民的心,这个令人痛恨的邪恶的 Abernanit 堡垒。 悠悠的警报响了起来,它号召着圣战士们步入战场。在号声里,圣战士们将用正义的矛,来回应邪恶的盾;在号声里,圣战士们将变得如同钢铁般的坚定,英勇的战斗在战线上。 Rangidil握紧了自己的盾牌,以及细长的黑檀木长矛。于是,战斗就在一声响彻云霄的碰撞声中开幕了。盾牌组成的墙被打碎,鲜血将战场凝固起来。一场在 Morrowind 里面前所未有的大战,正在彻底地摧毁着邪恶的 Abernanit 。 对方狂热的部落战士自然精通武艺。但是在 神圣的审判席 的铁拳下,那怪物的军队,被圣战士们的一次次冲锋击退。 Rangidil 在高处观察战况,他催促他的军队马上就地组织防御,以防备对方的反击。Dagoth Thras 本人在他的城堡的尖塔顶部。 Rangidil 意识到,只有摧毁了邪恶的核心,他才能真正的拯救这片大地。 于是,Rangidil 以 temple 以及 神圣的审判席 的名义来发誓,他誓将攻克这 Abernanit 之塔。 在接下来的强攻中,尖塔的基地防御终于被突破了。但是所有拿下尖塔的举动都没有收到任何效果。那尖塔仿佛被 prince Mehrunes Dagon 的力量庇佑着。通向塔楼的楼梯异常的陡峭与狭窄,只能容纳一个战士通过。于是圣战士们的大军以单行队列为阵形,源源不绝的攀爬上尖塔。所有的一切都为了攻克塔顶的房间,并由此而结束这个在 Morrowind 的编年史上赫赫有名的暴君——Dagoth Thras of Abernanit——的残暴统治。 圣战士们一边攀爬着塔楼,一边等待着从顶层传出的胜利的呼喊。可是只有沉默回应着他们。然后血开始顺着楼梯流下来,一开始只是像小溪一般流淌,然后就变成了猩红色的急流从陡峭的楼梯上倾泻冲刷下来。一个声音从上面传下来: Dagoth Thras 正在一个接着一个地杀戮我们的军队! Rangidil 召回了他的军队,他召回了每一个的 Ordinatory 以及 Buoyant Armiger。 他亲自爬上尖塔。一路上经过了他手下最优秀的战士们的血淋淋尸体,Ragidill 来到了塔顶层的房间。 Dagoth Thras 如同一只散发着死亡气息的乌鸦,静静的蛰伏在它的巢穴里。他拿着血淋淋的盾牌,以及,血淋淋的剑。Rangidil 的每一次举矛猛刺,都被对方轻易的挡住;Rangidil 的每一次挥剑猛砍,都被对方轻易的格开;Rangidil 的每一次舞动钉头锤猛砸,都落在对方的盾牌上;Rangidil 的每一次飞快的扣动弓弦,都无功而返。因为眼前这个可怕的怪物的最骇人的地方,是他受到过来自 prince Mehrunes Dagon 的致命祝福: 在Morrowind ,没有任何人能用任何武器穿过他的盾牌。 一个小时接着一个小时过去了, Rangidil 开始明白了他靡下的英勇战士们刚才是如何走完他们人生的最后历程的。Dagoth Thras 通过不断的挡格战士们的攻击以消耗他们的体力,在进攻者力竭后,Dagoth Thras 就能够轻易的砍倒他们。这个凶徒显然具有足够的耐心,以及出神入化的挡格技能。 现在即使双臂强壮如Rangidil ,也在开始在 Dagoth Thras 的不断轻易预料并格开攻击的反复循环中感到手臂发麻了。Rangidil 心想,在没有获得 神圣的审判席 的祝福的情况下,他恐怕今天会葬身于这个塔楼上。 只是,他仍然向对手竭力倾泻着他的攻击,他吼叫着:“我的敌人,我乃 Rangidil, 身为 True Temple 的王子。我经历大战无数,许多英勇的战士妄图阻止我的利剑却最终归于失败。只有很少数的人才能预测到我的攻击,而更加少数的,才能准确捕捉我到的攻击意图,并有能力化解我的攻势。在 Morrowind 里面,再没有比这个塔楼里面更强大的挡格大师了。” “我的对手,黑暗大人 (dark Lord) Dagoth Thras, 在您杀死我之前,我恳求您告诉我你是如何挡格的。” 在一种邪恶的骄傲情绪中, Dagoth Thras 听到了对手的恳求。他决定在把这个 神庙的冠军 开膛破肚并挖出内脏之前,慷慨地赐予对方的一些知识。当然了,这些知识对方只能留着来世再用了。他可要好好解释一下战斗中他的本能以及反应是如何运作的。然而就在他开口的时候,他突然意识到他根本不知如何解释。他下意识的停下手来,怔怔的看着对手,一脸疑惑。 就在他停手的当口,Rangidil 动手出击了。Rangidil的举动,还为他还带出了一个在以后在 Morrowind 地区广泛流传的传说:对Abernanit 的致命一击。

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The Death Blow of Abernanit
by Anonymous (with notes by Geocrates Varnus)
The death of Dagoth Thras


With Explains by the sage Geocrates Varnus

Broken battlements and wrecked walls
Where worship of the Horror (1) once embraced.
The bites of fifty winters (2) frost and wind
Have cracked and pitted the unholy gates,
And brought down the cruel, obscene spire.
All is dust, all is nothing more than dust.
The blood has dried and screams have echoed out.
Framed by hills in the wildest, forlorn place
Of Morrowind
Sits the barren bones of Abernanit.
 
When thrice-blessed Rangidil (3) first saw Abernanit,
It burnished silver bright with power and permanence.
A dreadful place with dreadful men to guard it
With fever glassed eyes and strength through the Horror.
Rangidil saw the foes' number was far greater
Than the few Ordinators and Buoyant Armigers he led,
Watching from the hills above, the field and castle of death
While it stood, it damned the souls of the people
Of Morrowind.
Accursed, iniquitous castle Abernanit.
 
The alarum was sounded calling the holy warriors to battle
To answer villiany's [sic] shield with justice's spear,
To steel themselves to fight at the front and be brave.
Rangidil too grasped his shield and his thin ebon spear
And the clamor of battle began with a resounding crash
To shake the clouds down from the sky.
The shield wall was smashed and blood staunched
The ground of the field, a battle like no other
Of Morrowind
To destroy the evil of Abernanit.
 
The maniacal horde were skilled at arms, for certes,
But the three holy fists of Mother, Lord, and Wizard (4) pushed
The monster's army back in charge after charge.
Rangidil saw from above, urging the army to defend,
Dagoth Thras (5) himself in his pernicious tower spire,
And knew that only when the heart of evil was caught
Would the land e'er be truly saved.
He pledge then by the Temple and the Holy Tribunal
Of Morrowind
To take the tower of Abernanit.
 
In a violent push, the tower base was pierced,
But all efforts to fell the spire came to naught
As if all the strength of the Horror held that one tower.
The stairwell up was steep and so tight
That two warriors could not ascend it side by side.
So single-file the army clambered up and up
To take the tower room and end the reign
Of one of the cruelest petty tyrants in the annals
Of Morrowind,
Dagoth Thras of Abernanit.
 
They awaited a victory cry from the first to scale the tower
But silence only returned, and then the blood,
First only a rivulet and then a scarlet course
Poured down the steep stairwell, with the cry from above,
"Dagoth Thras is besting our army one by one!"
Rangidil called his army back, every Ordinator and
Buoyant Armiger, and he himself ascended the stairs,
Passing the bloody remains of the best warriors
Of Morrowind
To the tower room of Abernanit.
 
Like a raven of death on its aerie was Dagoth Thras
Holding bloody shield and bloody blade at the tower room door.
Every thrust of Rangidil's spear was blocked with ease;
Every slash of Rangidil's blade was deflected away;
Every blow of Rangidil's mace was met by the shield;
Every quick arrow shot could find no purchase
For the Monster's greatest power was in his dread blessing
That no weapon from no warrior found in all
Of Morrowind
Could pass the shield of Abernanit.
 
As hour passed hour, Rangidil came to understand
How his greatest warriors met their end with Dagoth Thras.
For he could exhaust them by blocking their attacks
And then, thus weakened, they were simply cut down.
The villain was patient and skilled with the shield
And Rangidil felt even his own mighty arms growing numb
While Dagoth Thras anticipated and blocked each cut
And Rangidil feared that without the blessing of the Divine Three
Of Morrowind
He'd die in the tower of Abernanit.
 
But he still poured down blows as he yelled,
"Foe! I am Rangidil, a prince of the True Temple,
And I've fought in many a battle, and many a warrior
Has tried to stop my blade and has failed.
Very few can anticipate which blow I'm planning,
And fewer, knowing that, know how to arrest the design,
Or have the the [sic] strength to absord [sic] all of my strikes.
There is no greater master of shield blocking in all
Of Morrowind
Than here in the castle Abernanit.
 
My foe, dark lord Dagoth Thras, before you slay me,
I beg you, tell me how you know how to block."
Wickedly proud, Dagoth Thras heard Rangidil's plea,
And decided that before he gutted the Temple champion,
He would deign to give him some knowledge for the afterlife,
How his instinct and reflexes worked, and as he started
To explain, he realized that he did not how he did it,
And watched, puzzled, as Rangidil delivered what the tales
Of Morrowind
Called "The death blow of Abernanit."

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