Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Itsskullshatteredlikeafragilepieceofblownglass,brainsspatteringtheearthasitcollapsed.Thesecondwasaseasilydealtwith.

           "Thegranary!"hecried,runningtohishorseandleapingatopit."Comeon!"

           Theothersmountedupandtheychargeddownthemainpaththroughtheburningvillage.Thegranariesloomedupaheadofthem.TheywereuntouchedbythefirethatseemedtoberacingthroughtherestofAndorhal.

           Arthasdrewhishorseupsharplyandleapedoffit,runningasfastashecouldtowardthebuildings.Hepulledopenthedoor,hopingdesperatelytoseecratespiledhigh.Griefandragesweptthroughhimastheonlythingtomeethisgazewereemptychambers—emptysaveforsmall,scatteredbitsofgrainandthecorpsesofratsonthefloor.Hestared,sick,foramoment,thenracedtothenextone,andthenext,yankingthedoorsopeneventhoughheknewexactlywhathewouldfind.

           Theywereallempty.Andhadbeenforsometime,ifthelayersofdustonthefloorandthespiderwebsinthecornerswereanyindication.

           "Theshipmentshavealreadybeensentout,"hesaidbrokenlyasJainasteppedupbesidehim."We’retoolate!"HeslammedhisgauntletedfistintothewoodendoorandJainajumped."Dammit!"

           "Arthas,wedidthebestwe—"

           Hewhirledonherfuriously."I’mgoingtofindhim.