Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Somehow,shefeltcertainArthaswouldfindawaytocrossandcontinuehismarch.Continuetowoundthelandwiththepurplish-blackscar.Thespirewouldbeagoodplacetomountadefense.Therampswerenarrow,preventingthecrushofundeadthathadbeensodisastrouspreviously,andtherewereseveralstoriestothebuilding,allopentotheair.Sheandherarcherscoulddoagreatdealofdamagebeforetheywere—

           SylvanasWindrunner,Ranger-GeneralofSilvermoon,tookacalmingbreath,dashedwateronherheatedface,drankadeepdraftofthesoothingliquid,androsetopreparetheuninjuredandwalkingwoundedforwhatwouldnodoubtbetheirfinalbattle.

           Theywerealmosttoolate.

           Evenastherangersmarchedonthespirethatwouldbetheirbastion,theair,oncesosweetandfresh,wastaintedwiththesicklyodorofputrefaction.Overhead,mountedarchershoveredontheirdragonhawks.Thegreatcreatures,goldenandscarlet,stretchedtheirserpentineheadsagainstthereinsunhappily.They,too,scenteddeath,anditdisturbedthem.Neverhadthebeautifulbeastsbeenpressedintosuchaghastlyservice.OneoftheriderssignaledSylvanas,andshesignaledback.

           "Theundeadhavebeensighted,"shetoldhertroopscalmly.Theynodded."Positions.Hurry."

           Likeawell-oiledgnomishmachine,theyobeyed.Thedragonhawkriderssurgedsouth,towardtheapproachingenemy.Aunitofarchersandhand-to-handfightershurriedforwardaswell,thefirstlineofdefense.