前言: 前几天有人找judgement翻译，我觉得可以帮忙看看。不过最近还要看英文paper。 要是一下子看这麽多英文会死人的，所以拖稿几天。今天刚好维修哭哭。 有些已经被人翻过了，在板上/judg可以找到，注意不要加e。 我只负责版上没有的部分。不过Maokai只有大意的样子，有人要详细吗? ============================================================================ OBSERVATION Xin Zhao's presence, although patently reserved, seems to resound throughout the Great Hall as he enters. An expression of stoic determination drapes across his face, as oft-worn as his polished Demacian plates. His signature topknot billows behind him, white streaks glinting with every flicker of the lamps. In one hand, he carries a bladed battering ram passed off as a spear. He feigns difficulty bearing its weight, a ploy to mislead those with sharp eyes but brash wits. 虽然Xin的步伐明显地收敛许多，他的出现似乎仍能使大厅泛起阵阵回音。他的面容如同 他那闪耀的Demacia战甲历经风霜，但却能展现他坚忍不拔的意志。他的招牌头饰 在他身後飘扬，白色条纹随着灯火闪烁不定。他一手拿着镶有刀柄的槌*当矛，假装 很难负荷它的重量，想误导那些眼光锐利但冲动的智者。 His gaze never drifts from the ornate doors of the Reflecting Chamber, but he has analyzed every nuance of the Hall, from the spiked epaulets adorning the Statue of Thurmit to the slinking stress fracture snaking through the northern wall. He stalks to the doors with a stride that would be unhampered waist-deep in tar, and pauses to examine the inscription etched above. 他的目光从未离开回忆室华丽的大门，然而他已经审视过大厅的每个细节，从装饰 Thurmit雕像的尖刺肩章到因压力绵延北墙的些微裂痕。他昂首阔步，好像前方有一大滩 深达腰部的沥青，停在门前检视蚀刻其上的铭文。 The truest opponent lies within. 真正的敌人就在里面。 With a touch, the looming marble doors part obligingly. Beyond them, a pervasive blackness spills forth, sprawling at his feet as the doors widen. This murk – the harnessed essence of darkness – absorbs light, cascading negative shadows around the rim of the entryway. Unimpressed by the conjuration, Xin Zhao steps into the blanketing ink. 只碰了一下，大理石门就自动分开。门内黑暗如雾一般弥漫，当门缝变宽时更在他脚边 蔓延。这股黑暗--使其为黑暗的本质--吸走光，使阴影在入口走廊边缘像瀑布般流泻 而下。对这股魔力毫无反应，Xin走进覆盖一切的墨黑之中。 REFLECTION The absence of light didn’t bother Xin Zhao much; he’d been blinded in fights before. He touched his forehead, fingers tracing a scar left by the edge of a Demacian shield, remembering the sensation of blood pooling in his eyes. The wound was a parting souvenir from a man the Noxian papers had called the Bone Grinder. 没有光对Xin Zhao来说并不是很重要；他曾经在战斗中被弄瞎。他摸向前额，手指沿着 Demacia盾牌边缘造成的疤痕，回忆起血涌出汇流到眼睛的感觉。这道伤痕是一个被Noxus 报纸称为碎骨者的男人送给Xin的临终纪念。 Funny name, really. They should have called him the Squeaker. A gap in the Squeaker’s teeth caused him to whistle whenever he exhaled, an effect which became quite ridiculous when he panted. Xin Zhao had dispatched the Squeaker handily back then, although cockiness blinded him to the obvious shield strike. He could still hear the Squeaker’s fateful battle cry – tinged with that absurd whistle – amidst the roar of thousands of bloodthirsty onlookers, attendants of The Fleshing. The familiar acrid stench of the arena still stung his nose, the perfume of bile dripping from slain opponents who lay scattered in all directions. He could still see the Squeaker ’s eyes, lit with rage through slits in his tarnished helm, as he feinted with his chipped broadsword, shield poised to strike. Wait, he could see him. 可笑的名字，真的。他们应该叫他小鸟。 缺牙使小鸟在呼气时发出啭鸣声，在他气喘吁吁时这样子实在很好笑。Xin Zhao轻易地 迅速了结他，然而自大蒙蔽了他以致躲不过明显的盾击。他好像还可以听到小鸟致命的 呐喊--伴随可笑的吁声--混在数以千计嗜血的绞肉大赛**观众喧哗声中。竞技场四面八方 散落着被击倒的对手，胆汁从那些身体喷出，熟悉的激烈恶臭似乎仍刺痛他的鼻子。 他好像还能看见小鸟的眼睛从他那有污斑的头盔眼缝透出怒火，用他有缺口的大刀佯攻， 顺手盾击。 等等，他能够看到他? It was a disorienting sensation, watching an image of the mind’s eye manifesting in reality. Xin Zhao had barely enough time to duck, the tower shield raking the length of his mane. Instinctively, he dove away, falling unceremoniously on his haunches but narrowly evading a spinning slash as the Squeaker whirled about. His right hand tightened, seeking the reassurance of his spear, but his fingers grasped only palm. How had he been disarmed? The crowd above was chanting for carnage. Xin Zhao glanced up, noticing faces he’ d seen before in another life. Capitalizing on his opponent's confusion, the Squeaker lunged, a fatal sword thrust obscured behind his battered shield. Sitting in the sand, Xin Zhao was caught unprepared, too late to dodge, too late to think. 这是使人迷失的幻觉，把观察到的心眼影像显示到现实中。Xin Zhao几乎没有时间低头 闪躲，塔盾(大盾)擦过他的头发。他出於本能地潜身遁走，慌张的以臀部着地，勉强 避开小鸟的挥砍。他右手绷紧，想找回持矛的安全感，但他的手指只能摸到他的掌心。 他是怎麽被缴械的?上面的观众反覆叫嚣着来场屠杀。Xin Zhao往上一瞥，注意到那些 以前他过另一种生活时看过的脸。趁对手困惑，小鸟用他凹陷的盾牌藏起他下一剑 致命的突刺。Xin Zhao坐在沙地上毫无防备，来不及闪开，也来不及思考。 The Squeaker’s blade slid into the flesh between Xin Zhao’s eyes, its tip pressing against his skull. Gazing dully forward, his eyes focused on the base of the enemy blade, where he found his left hand clenched, a crimson trickle dripping down his wrist. He almost chuckled. While his mind reeled, desperately trying to cope with the recent series of events, his body, ever-vigilant, never failed him. 刀锋划过Xin Zhao眼间，压迫他的头颅。他呆滞地凝视前方，他眼睛聚焦在剑身底部 发现他的左手抓紧剑身，血红液体流过他手腕。他几乎笑了。当他的思绪纠缠在一起， 绝望地试着处理这一连串发生的事情时，他随时警戒的身体从来没有令他失望。 In a single motion, Xin Zhao was on his feet, his right hand snapping the blade with a decisive strike. He detected a squeak of surprise as he moved. His left hand – still gripping the severed blade – shot forward, finding its mark in the eye of the Squeaker’s helm. A thick, wet sound echoed in return, followed by a deafening cheer from the crowd. 一动，Xin Zhao脚已立地，右手一击断剑。他动作时听到一声感到意外的惊诧。 他仍紧握断剑的左手立刻往前挥射，把小鸟头盔中的眼睛当靶。传来噗嗤一声，以及 观众震耳欲聋的喝采。 To Xin Zhao's horror, the Squeaker did not topple over as expected; instead, he sat down calmly. Xin Zhao recoiled into a defensive stance, but the Squeaker only yanked the shard from his eye and shucked the helm. Xin Zhao fell to his knees, at once recognizing the blood-drenched face of his mentor, King Jarvan II of Demacia. Jarvan smiled, pleased with Xin Zhao’s distress. 令Xin Zhao震惊的是，小鸟没有应声倒下，反而沉着地席地而坐。Xin Zhao倒退一步采 防御姿态，但小鸟只是抽出眼前的剑，拿下头盔。Xin Zhao一认出他恩人浴血的脸庞， 立刻跪下，是Jarvan II, Demacia王。Jarvan因为Xin Zhao的苦恼笑了。 “Why do you want to join the League, Xin Zhao?” The whistle was gone. Xin Zhao’s voice cracked, “What trickery is this?” “Answer the question.” “I represent Demacia…and her...true king.” Some part of Xin Zhao was aware that this was a cruel mirage, but the weight in his heart prevailed over reason. “To defeat your archenemy, Noxus?” “To serve the best interests of Demacia.” "为什麽你想要加入联盟?" 小鸟的声音不见了。 Xin Zhao沙哑着说， "这是什麽戏法?" "回答我的问题!" "我代表Demacia...和她...真正的王。" 一部分的Xin Zhao怕这是什麽残酷的幻象，但 内心的压力胜过他的理性。 "为了打败你的首要敌人Noxus?" "为了Demacia的最高利益。" A pause. “How does it feel, exposing your mind?” The mutilated eye twitched, apparently attempting to study Xin Zhao’s response. Horrible beyond comparison. “Not what I expected.” “Horrible beyond comparison? Really?” Jarvan gestured at the carcasses all around them. “And you have so much in your life to which you could compare.” “I’ve had enough of this. Have I passed your test?” Xin Zhao was tired of the game, tired of being vulnerable. “We've finished with you Xin Zhao, but you'll soon find that the true test has not yet begun.” 一阵沉默。 "对於揭露你的内心感觉如何?" 残破的眼睛眨了眨，想要研究Xin Zhao 的反应。 无比的恐惧。 "不是我想要的。" "无比的恐惧，是吗?" Jarvan手挥向他们附近的屍体。 "在你的人生中有这麽多可怕的事 可以比的情况下?" "我已经受够了。我有通过你的测验吗?" Xin Zhao对这玩笑感到厌烦，讨厌自己有弱点。 "我们对你的已经结束了，但你很快会发现真正的还没开始。" The arena and the grinning, one-eyed face of Jarvan dissolved in a puff of black smoke. Xin Zhao found himself standing in a claustrophobic antechamber, facing a long corridor which he knew led to the League. Behind him, the ornate marble doors swung open softly, offering retreat. 竞技场和露齿而笑的独眼Jarvan化成一阵黑烟。Xin Zhao发现自己站在幽闭的接待室， 面对着通往联盟的长走廊。华丽大理石门在他身後微微摆荡，留着一条後路。 He wanted to crumple. He wanted to turn and leave, never to set eyes on this place again. Instead, he heard the voice of Jarvan in his head. This time he knew it wasn't an illusion. “This world is in need of men with the courage to bear weight which otherwise would crush us all. You’re a Demacian at heart, Xin Zhao. Have confidence in your strength, and your knees will never buckle.” Xin Zhao rose to his fullest height and marched into the League of Legends. 他快崩溃了，想要转身离开，永远不想再看到这里一眼。他却听到Jarvan的声音 在脑海响起。这次他知道不是幻觉。 "这世界需要勇士接下那些会把我们全压垮的重担。你内心就是Demacia人，Xin Zhao。 相信你的力量，你的膝盖永远不会弯下。" Xin Zhao站直身躯，抬头挺胸前往the League of Legends! *:有看Xin Zhao造型的都知道两端都有利刃，请google图片"槌矛"。 棍子上装什麽很随兴的，话说原文攻城槌我觉得好恐怖。 **:The Fleshing译成绞肉大赛来自garena lol官网。 ================================================= 後言: 这是正式版，也就是尽量表达原本意思的正常版本。我还有应版友要求的加料版， 风格大概就像10839一样，需要的话我可以群组站内信。 --

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