The wolf begins to circle the boy.
野狼开始在男孩身边游走。
Claws of black steel. Fur as dark night. Eyes glowing red, jewels from the pit of hell itself.
钢铁般的利爪，如黑夜般的毛皮。赤红的双眼闪烁，就像地狱深渊的宝石。
The giant wolf sniffing, savoring the scent of the meal to come.
巨大的野狼贪婪地嗅着，享受着即将到嘴的肉香。
It's not fear that grips him, only a heightened sense of things.
他并不感到恐惧，反而让他的感官知觉更为敏锐。
The cold air in his lungs. Windswept pines, moving against the coming night.
冷空气在他的肺里打转。大风吹弯的松树，摇曳着抵挡即将降临的夜晚。
His hands are steady. His form...perfect.
他的双手沉稳，动作敏捷，完美无缺。
And so the boy, given up for dead, returns to his people, to sacred Sparta, a king. Our king! Leonidas!
这个大家以为必死无疑的男孩却返回他的族人身边，回到神圣的斯巴达，成为国王。吾王，列奥尼达！
It's been more than 30 years since the wolf and the winter cold. And now, as then, a beast approaches. Patient and confident, savoring the meal to come.
巨狼和寒冬之夜已经是三十多年前的往事。然而眼下又有一只野兽逼近。它同样坚忍自信，准备大啖猎物。
But this beast is made of men and horses, swords and spears.
但这只巨兽是由士兵、战马、利刃和长矛组成。
And army of slaves, vast beyond imagining, ready to devour tiny Greece. Ready to snuff out the world's one hope for reason and justice.
是一支奴隶大军，庞大得难超乎想象，准备要吞噬渺小的希腊，准备捏熄世上一个理性与正义的希望之火。
A beast approaches...and it was King Leonidas himself who provoked it.
这只巨兽之所以逼近...是因为列奥尼达国王激怒了它。