Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Thehumans—necromancers,Sylvanasthought,awaveofloathingrushingthroughher—weretoobusycreatingnewmonstrositiestopostlookouts.Theycouldnotconceiveofdefeat.

           Theirarrogancewouldbetheirundoing.

           Shewaited,watching,untilherarcherswereinposition.ForewarnedbyKelmarin,shehadsummonedfullytwothirdsofherrangers.ShebelievedfirmlythatArthascouldnotbreechthemagicalelfgatesthatprotectedQuel’Thalas.Therewastoomuchhecouldnotpossiblyknowaboutthemtodoso.Still...shehadalsonotbelievedthingsthathereyesnowtoldherwastruth.Bettertowipeoutthethreathereandnow.

           SheglancedatSheldarisandVor’athil.Theycaughthergazeandnodded.Theywereready.Sylvanasyearnedtosimplystrike,totaketheenemyunawares,buthonorforbadeit.TherewouldbenotalessungofhowRanger-GeneralSylvanasWindrunnerdefendedherhomelandbyunderhandedmeans.

           "ForQuel’Thalas,"shewhisperedunderneathherbreath,andthenstood.

           "Youarenotwelcomehere!"shecried,hervoiceclearandmusicalandstrong.Arthasturnedhisskeletalsteed—Sylvanassparedamomenttopitythepoorbeast—andfacedher,peeringatherintently.Thenecromancersfellsilent,turningtotheirlord,awaitinginstructions.

           "IamSylvanasWindrunner,Ranger-GeneralofSilvermoon.Iadviseyoutoturnbacknow.