Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Generallydiseasefellundertheauspicesofthepriests,notmagi.Unless—

           "Youthinkit’smagicalinnaturesomehow?"

           Henoddedhisbaldhead."It’sastrongpossibility.Andthat’swhy,JainaProudmoore,Iamaskingyoutotraveltotheselandsandinvestigatethematter."

           Jainanearlychokedonhernectar."Me?"

           Hesmiledgently."You.YouhavelearnednearlyeverythingIhavetoteach.It’stimeyouutilizedthoseskillsoutsideofthesafetyofthesetowers."Hiseyestwinkledagain."AndIhavearrangedforaspecialenvoytoassistyou."

           Arthasloungedagainstatree,turninghisfaceuptotheweaksunlightandclosinghiseyes.Heknewheradiatedcalmnessandconfidence;hehadto.Hismenwereworryingenoughforallofthem.Hecouldn’tletthemseethathe,too,wasanxious.Afterallthistime...howwouldtheygetalong?Maybeithadn’tbeensosmartadecisionafterall.Butallthereportshadbeenglowing,andheknewshehadthemostlevelofheads.Itwouldworkoutallright.Ithadto.

           Oneofhiscaptains,Falric,whomArthashadknownforyears,stompedabout,goingalittlewaydownoneofthefourpathsatthiscrossroads,thenreturningtoventureashortdistancedownanother.Hisbreathwasvisibleinthechill,andhisirritationwasobviouslygrowingbytheminute."PrinceArthas,"hefinallyventured,"we’vebeenwaitinghereforhours.