Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 8
Blackmoorewasheretodaybecausehehadmessedup.Badly.Somehowtheman’sprizedgladiatororc,Thrall,hadescapedDurnholdeinafire.Blackmoorehadtriedtokeepitquietandconducthissearchfortheorcpersonallyandonasmallscale,butasecretaslargeasamassivegreenorccouldnotbecontainedforever.Oncewordhadgottenout,rumorsflewwildly,ofcourse—itwasarivallordwhohadfreedtheorc,anxioustoensurewinningintherings;itwasajealousmistress,hopingtoembarrasshim;itwasacleverbandoforcsunaffectedbythestrangelethargy—no,no,itwasOrgrimDoomhammerhimself;itwasdragons,infiltratingdisguisedashumans,wholittheplaceafirewithonlytheirbreath.
ArthashadthoughtThrallexcitingtowatchincombat,butherecalledthateventhenthethoughthadcrossedhismindwhetheritwaswisetotrainandeducateanorc.WheninformationhadcomethatThrallwasontheloose,TerenashadsummonedBlackmooreimmediatelyforanaccounting.
"Itwasbadenoughthatyouthoughtitagoodideatotrainanorctofightingladiatorialcombat,"Terenasbegan."Buttotrainhiminmilitarystrategy,toteachhimtoread,towrite...Imustask,LieutenantGeneral...whatintheLight’snamewereyouthinking?"
ArthassmotheredagrinasAedelasBlackmooreseemedtophysicallydiminishrightinfrontofhiseyes.
