Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Asheponderedthesolution,somethinghadtwingedatthebackofhismind,atinglingsensationhecouldn’tquitefigureout.Annoyed,hedismissedthestrangesensationandinstructedseveralofhisunfailinglyloyalsoldierstocreatetheirownbridge—abridgemadeofrottingflesh.Dozensofthemwadedintotheriverandsimplylaythere,forminglayeruponlayerofcorpses,untiltherewereenoughofthemthatthemeatwagons,catapults,andtrebuchetscouldmaketheirlurchingwayacross.Someoftheundead,ofcourse,werenolongerofuse,theirbodiestoobrokenortorntoholdcohesion.TheseArthasalmostgentlyreleasedfromhiscontrol,grantingthemtruedeath.Besides,theirbodieswouldfoulthepurityoftheriver.Itwasanadditionalweapon.

           He,ofcourse,couldanddidcrosseasily.Invincibleplungedwithouthesitationintothewater,andArthaswasabruptlyremindedofthehorse’sfataljumpinthemiddleofwinter,slippingontheicyrocksasheleaped,utterlyobedienttothewillofhismasterthenasnow.Thememorycrashedonhimunexpectedly,andforamomenthecouldn’tbreatheaspainandguiltwashedoverhim.

           Itwasgoneasquicklyasithadcome.Everythingwasbetternow.Hewasnolongeranemotionallyshatteredchild,rackedbyguiltandshame,sobbinginthesnowasheliftedhisswordtopiercetheheartofaloyalfriend.No,norwasInvincibleamerelivingcreature,tobeharmedbysuchathing.Theywerebothmorepowerfulnow.Stronger.