Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hehaddoneit—buthow?How?

           Hisvoice,strong,resonant,withthatundercurrentofsomethingdarkandterrible,roseoverthenoise."Theelfgatehasfallen!Onward,mywarriors!Onwardtovictory!"

           Somehow,toSylvanas,theworst,mostawfulthingaboutthatgleeful,gloatingcrywasthe...affection...thatlacedthroughit.

           Sheseizedthesleeveofayoungmanracingbesideher."Tel’kor,"Sylvanascried."MakefortheSunwellPlateau.Tellthemwhatwehaveseenhere.Tellthem—tobeprepared."

           Tel’korwasyoungenoughtoletdisappointmentflickeroverhishandsomefeaturesatthethoughtofnotstandingtofight,buthenoddedhisgoldenheadincomprehension.Sylvanashesitated.

           "Mylady?"

           "Tellthem—wemayhavebeenbetrayed."

           Tel’korblanchedatthat,butnodded.Likeanarrowshotfromabow,heracedaway.Hewasagoodarcher,butSylvanasdidnotsufferanyillusionthatonemorebowwouldmakeadifferenceinthebattlethatwastocome.ButifthemagiwhocontrolledanddirectedtheSunwell’senergiesknewwhattheyfaced—thatmight.

           Theywereracingnorthwardnow,andashertroopscrossedabridgeshesuddenlystoppedinmid-run,whirledonherheel,andlookedback.

           Sylvanasgasped.ThatArthasandhisdarkarmywerecoming,sheexpectedtosee.