Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           NowSylvanasdidlaugh,anangry,satisfiedsoundthatrolledupfromsomeplacedeepinhersoul."YouthinkI’mrunningfromyou?Apparentlyyou’veneverfoughtelvesbefore."

           Somethings,shemused,weredeliciouslysimple.Sylvanasliftedherhand,threwtheextremelynon-magical,quitepracticalincendiarydevice,thenturnedtorunasthebridgeexploded.Thetreeswelcomedthem,archingabovetheminhuesofgoldandsilver,hidingthemfromtheirenemy.Beforeshefadedfromearshot,sheheardsomethingthatmadehergrinfiercely.

           "Therangerwomanisstartingtovexmegreatly."

           Yes.Vexyou.Harryyoulikeasparrowdoesthehawk.TheElrendarbisectsEversongWoods,andyouwillfindnocrossingforyourmonstrousenginesofwaranytimesoon.Sheknewitwasadelay,nothingmore.Butifthearmywasdelayedlongenough,perhapsshecouldgetamessagethrough.

           Worryflutteredathermind.Arthashadseemedsupremelyconfidentthathewouldbeabletodefeatthemagicthatpoweredtheelfgates.Hehadalreadyshownsomeknowledgeinthathehadbeenabletodestroythefirstgate.Ofcourse,thefirstgatewasnotasmagicallydefendedasthesecond.And,fromwhatshehadseen,arroganceseemedtobehisnormalstate,but—wasitpossible?ThenagginguncertaintythathadpromptedhertoaddafinalwarningtoTel’kor’smessagetothemagistirredwithinheragain.

           DidArthasknowaboutthekey?