Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           StillSylvanasfoughtlikeoneofthesavagelynxesofEversongWoods,channelingherpainandoutrageintoviolence.Shewouldtakeasmanywithherasshecouldbeforeshefell.

           Theyarebreakingthrough....

           Theypressedin,close,thereekofdecayalmostoverwhelmingher.Toomanyofthemnow.Sylvanasdidnotslow.Shewouldfightuntiltheyhadutterlydestroyedher,until—

           Thepressofcorpsessuddenlywasgone.Theysteppedbackandstoodstill.Gaspingforbreath,Sylvanaslookeddownthehill.

           Hewasthere,waitingonhisundeadsteed.Thewindplayedwithhislongwhitehairasheregardedherintently.Shestraightened,wipingbloodandsweatfromherface.Apaladin,hehadbeenonce.Hersisterhadlovedonesuchashim.SuddenlySylvanaswasfiercelygladthatAlleriawasdead,couldnotseethis,couldnotseewhataformerchampionoftheLightwasdoingtoeverythingtheWindrunnerslovedandcherished.

           Arthasliftedtheglowingrunebladeinaformalgesture."Isaluteyourbravery,elf,butthechaseisover."Oddly,hesoundedlikehemeantthecompliment.

           Sylvanasswallowed;hermouthwasdryasbone.Shetightenedhergriponherweapons."ThenI’llmakemystandhere,butcher.Anar’alahbelore."

           Hisgraylipstwitched."Asyouwill,Ranger-General."

           Hedidnotevenbothertodismount.Insteadtheskeletalsteedwhinniedandgallopedstraighttowardher.