Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           Arthas’slips—gray,shenoticed,grayinawhiteface,althoughsheknewsomehowheyetlived—curledbackinasmile.Hewasamused.

           "Itisyouwhoshouldturnback,Sylvanas,"hesaid,deliberatelyomittinghertitle.Hisvoicewouldhavebeenapleasantbaritonehaditnotbeenunderscoredby...something.Somethingthatmadeevenherfierceheartstopforamomentassheheardit.Sheforcedherselfnottoshiver."Deathitselfhascometoyourland."

           Herblueeyesnarrowed."Doyourworst,"shechallenged."Theelfgatetotheinnerkingdomisprotectedbyourmostpowerfulenchantments.Youshallnotpass."

           Shenockedherbow—thesignalfortheattack.Aninstantlater,theairwasfilledwiththesuddenhumofdozensofarrowsinflight.Sylvanashadtakenaimforthehuman—oronce-human—prince,andheraimwasastrueasever.ThearrowsangasitspedtowardArthas’sunprotectedhead.Butaninstantbeforeitstruck,shesawaflashofblue-white.

           Sylvanasstared.Moreswiftlythanshecouldfathom,Arthashadbroughtuphissword,therunesinitemittingthatcoldblue-whiteglow,andslicedthearrowintwo.Hegrinnedatherandwinked.

           "Tobattle,mytroops—slaythemall,thattheymayservemeandmylord!"Arthascried.Hisvoiceechoedwiththatstrangethrumofpower.Shegrowleddeepinherthroatandtookaimagain.