Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Andyetthismagehadbetrayedhispeoplefornothingmorethanthemerepromiseofpower,thesimple,glitteringallureofit.

           Mortalscouldbecorrupted.Mortalscouldbeswayed,orbought.

           Helookedoverhiscurrentarmyandsmiled.Yes...thiswasbetter.Therewasnoquestionofloyaltywhenthoseheledcoulddonothingbutobey.

           "Itistrue,"thescoutgasped."Allofit."

           SylvanasWindrunner,Ranger-GeneralofSilvermoon,knewthiselfwell.Kelmarin’sinformationwasalwaysaccurateanddetailed.Shelistened,wantingtodisbelieve,knowingshedidnotdare.

           Theyhadallheardtherumors,ofcourse.Thatsomesortofplaguehadbeguntocreepacrossthehumanlands.Butthequel’doreihadthoughtthemselvessafehereintheirhomeland.Ithadwithstoodattacksfromdragons,orcs,andtrollsoverthecenturies.Surely,whatwasoccurringinthehumanlandswouldnottouchthem.

           Exceptithad.

           "YouaresureitisArthasMenethil?Theprince?"

           Kelmarinnodded,stillcatchinghisbreath."Aye,mylady.Iheardhimcalledsobythosewhoservedhim.IdonotthinktherumorspaintinghimastheslayerofhisfatherandtheinstigatorofthetroublesinLordaeronareexaggerations,fromwhatIhaveseen."

           Sylvanaslistened,herblueeyeswidening,asthescoutspunatalethatsoundedtoofantasticaltobebelieved.Risencorpses,bothfreshanddesiccated.