Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 12
Bythispoint,Arthashadworkedhimselfupagain,andheturnedtoUtherwithabittergrin.
"Gladyoucouldmakeit,Uther,"hesnapped.
Utherwasapatientman,buthelosthistempernow.ArthasandJainawerenottheonlyonesunderstrain."Watchyourtonewithme,boy!Youmaybetheprince,butI’mstillyoursuperiorasapaladin!"
"AsifIcouldforget,"Arthasretorted.Hemovedquicklytothetopofarise,sohecouldlookoverthewallsandintothecity.Hedidn’tknowwhathewaslookingfor.Signsoflife,ofnormalcy,perhaps.Signsthatthey’dgottenhereintime.Anythingtogivehimhopethathecouldstillsomehowdosomething."Listen,Uther,there’ssomethingabouttheplagueyoushouldknow.Thegrain—"
Thewindshiftedashespoke,andthescentthatreachedhisnostrilswasnotanunpleasantone.Nonetheless,Arthasfeltasthoughhe’dbeenpunchedinthegut.Thesmell,thestrange,uniquescentofbreadbakedwiththetaintedgrain,unmistakableontheairdampwithrain.
Light,no.Alreadymilled,alreadybaked,already—
TheblooddrainedfromArthas’sface.Hiseyeswidened,staringstarklyinhorrifiedcomprehension."We’retoolate.We’retoodamnedlate!Thegrain—thesepeople—"Hetriedagain."Thesepeoplehaveallbeeninfected."
"Arthas—"Jainabeganinalowvoice.
