Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 4
Arthas’sfacewasstartingtobecomenumbwiththecold,andhishandsintheirfineleatherglovesweren’tmuchbetter.Hetightenedhischilledhandsoverthereins,forcinghisfingerstobend,andgatheredhimselfasInvincibleleaped—no,heremindedhimself,flew,theyflewoverthisjumplike—
—excepttheydidn’tfly.Atthelastminute,ArthasfeltthehideoussensationofInvincible’srearhoovesslippingontheicystone,andthehorseflailed,neighing,hislegsfranticallytryingtogetasecurefootingonthinair.Arthas’sthroatwassuddenlyraw,andherealizedhewasscreamingasjaggedstone,notsmoothsnow-encrustedgrass,rusheduptomeetthemwithlethalspeed.Hepulledhardonthereins,asifthatcoulddosomething,asifanythingcoulddosomething—
Thesoundcutthroughhisstupor,andheblinkedhiswaybacktoconsciousnesswiththebone-chillingshriekofabeastinagonyclawingathisbrain.Hecouldn’tmoveatfirst,thoughhisbodyspasmedofitsownaccord,tryingtomovetowardtheawfulcries.Finallyhewasabletositup.Painshotthroughhimandheaddedhisowngaspofagonytothehideouscacophony,andherealizedhe’dprobablybrokenatleastonerib,probablymore.
Thesnowhadpickedupandwascomingdownhardandheavynow.Hecouldbarelyseethreefeetinfrontofhim.Heshutoutthepain,craninghisneck,tryingtofind—
Invincible.
