Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Shedrewandfired,drewandfired,almostquickerthanthought,focusingonherduty.Outofthecornerofhereyeshesawoneofthegrotesquewingedcreatures,itsskingrayandappearingashardasstone,swoopdownwithintenfeetofher.Itsbatlikefacesnarledingleeasitreacheddownand,aseasilyasshemightpluckripefruitfromthetree,snatchedVor’athilandborehimaloft.Itsfingersdugdeeplyintothescout’sshoulders,andbloodspatteredonSylvanasasthethingswoopedupwardwithitsprize.

           Vor’athilstruggledinthecreature’sgrasp,hisfingersfindingandfreeingadagger.Sylvanasturnedheraimfromthegroaningundeadbelowhertothemonstrosityabove.Shefired,rightatthecreature’sneck.

           Thearrowglancedoffharmlessly.Thecreaturetosseditsheadandsnarled,tiringoftoyingwithVor’athil.Itliftedonehandandrakeditsclawsacrossthescout’sthroat,thendroppedhimcarelesslyandcircledbackformore.

           Grievingsilently,Sylvanaswatchedherfriendfalllifelesstotheearth,hisbodystrikingthepileofdeadcultistsherrangershadslainmomentsearlier.

           Andthenshegasped.

           Thecultistsweremoving.

           Arrowsprotrudingfromtheirbodies,sometimesoveradozenbrightlyfletchedmissilesinasinglecorpse,andyettheystirred.

           "No,"shewhispered,sickened.HerhorrifiedgazewenttoArthas.