Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Youwalkedrightintothisone,Arthas."

           Shereleasedthearrow.

           Itimpaledhisleftshoulder,piercingthroughhisarmorasifitwereasflimsyasparchment,addingafreshtypeofagony.Hewasconfusedforaninstant—Sylvanaswasamasterarcher.Shecouldn’tpossiblymissafatalshotatthisdistance.Whytheshoulder?Hisrighthandwentupautomatically,buthefoundhecouldn’tevencurlhisfingersaroundtheshaft.Theywerebecomingnumb—aswerehisfeet,hislegs...

           HeflunghimselfontoInvincible’sneck,drapinganddoingwhathecouldtoclingtohismountwithlimbsthatwererapidlybecominguseless.Hecouldbarelyturnhisheadtostareatherandraspoutthewords,"Traitor!Whathaveyoudonetome?"

           Shewassmiling.Shewashappy.Slowly,languorously,shestrodetowardhim.Shewaswearingthesameoutfitshehadwhenhehadkilledher,revealingagreatdealofherpaleblue-whiteskin.Oddly,though,herbodyborenoscarsfromtheinnumerablewoundsshehadreceivedonthatday.

           "It’saspecialpoisonedarrowImadejustforyou,"shesaidassheapproachedhim.Sheshiftedthebowtoherbackanddrewadagger,fingeringit."Theparalysisyou’reexperiencingnowisbutafractionoftheagonyyou’vecausedme."

           Arthasswallowed.Hismouthwasdryassand."Finishme,then."

           Shethrewbackherheadandlaughed,hollowandghostly."Aquickdeath...