Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hiseyewasdrawntomovementandthewideningpoolofcrimsonthatmeltedthesnow,thatsteamedinthecold.

           "No,"Arthaswhispered,andstruggledtohisfeet.Theworldwentblackaroundtheedgesandhealmostlostconsciousnessagain,butthroughsheerwillhungon.Slowly,hemadehiswaytothepanickedanimal,strugglingagainstthepainandthedrivingwindandsnowthatthreatenedtoknockhimover.

           Invinciblewaschurningupthebloodiedsnowwithtwopowerful,unharmedrearlegsandtwoshatteredforelegs.Arthasfelthisstomachheaveatthesightofthelimbs,oncesolongandstraightandcleanandpowerful,hangingatoddanglesasInvinciblekepttryingandfailingtostand.Thentheimagewasmercifullyblurredbythesnowandtherushofhottearsthatspilleddownhischeeks.

           Hesloggedtowardhishorse,sobbing,droppingtohiskneesbesidethemaddenedanimalandtryingtodo—what?Thiswasnoscratch,tobequicklyboundsothatInvinciblecouldbeledtoawarmstableandhotmash.Arthasreachedfortheanimal’shead,wantingtotouchhim,tocalmhimsomehow,butInvinciblewasmanicwithagony.Andhekeptscreaming.

           Help.TherewerepriestsandSirUther—maybetheycouldheal—

           Paingreaterthanphysicalshotthroughtheyouth.ThebishophadgonewithhisfathertoStromgarde,ashadUther.