Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hestillregardedhersteadily,silently.Shebegantofrown.

           "Perhapsthisisnotaseffectiveasyour—"

           TheForsakenshuddered.Hestruggledtostanderectforamomentlonger,buthisrapidlyweakeningbodybetrayedhimandhestumbled,fallinghard.Everyonesteppedback.Sylvanaswatchedraptly,herlipspartedinexcitement.

           "Thesamestrain?"sheaskedFaranell.Thehumanfemalewhimperedonceandthenwasstill,hereyesopen.Thealchemistnoddedhappily.

           "Indeeditis,"hesaid."Asyoucanimagine,wearequite—"

           Theundeadspasmed,hisskinbreakingopeninspotsandweepingblackichor,andthenhe,too,wasstill.

           "—pleasedwiththeresults."

           "Indeed,"Sylvanassaid.Shewashardputtoconcealherownelation;"pleased"wasapalewordindeed."AplaguethatkillsbothhumansandScourge.And,obviously,affectsmyownpeopleaswell,asthey,too,areundead."

           Shegavehimalookfromglowingsilvereyes."Wemusttakecarethatthisneverfallsintothewronghands.Theresultscouldbe...devastating."

           Hegulped."Indeed,mylady,indeedtheycould."

           Sheforcedaneutralexpressionasshereturnedtotheroyalquarters.Hermindwasracingwithathousandthings,butforemostamongthem,burningasbrightlyandwildlyasthewickermansheliteveryHallow’sEnd,wasasinglethought:

           Atlast,Arthas,youwillpayforwhatyouhavedone