Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           I’mgoingtofindthatundead-lovingbastardandriphimlimbfromlimbforthis!Lethimgetsomeonetosewhimbacktogether."

           Hestormedout,shaking.He’dfailed.He’dhadthemanrightthereandhe’dfailed.Thegrainhadbeensentout,andLightaloneknewhowmanypeoplewoulddiebecauseofthat.

           Becauseofhim.

           No.Hewasnotgoingtoletthathappen.Hewouldprotecthispeople.Hewoulddietoprotectthem.Arthasclenchedhisfists.

           "North,"hesaidtothemenwhotrailedbehindhim,unaccustomedtoseeingtheirgenerallygood-naturedprinceinthegripofsuchfury."That’sthenextplacehe’llgo.Let’sexterminatehimliketheverminheis."

           Herodelikeamanpossessed,gallopingnorth,almostabsentlyslaughteringtheshamblingwrecksofhumanbeingswhoattemptedtostophim.Hewasnolongermovedbythehorrorofitall;hismind’seyewasfilledwiththevisionofthemanmanipulatingitandthedisgustingcultthatperpetratedit.Thedeadwouldrestsoonenough;Arthashadtoensurethatnomorewouldbemade.

           Atonepointtherewasahugeclusteroftheundead.Rottingheadsliftedasone,turningtowardArthasandhismen,andtheymovedtowardhim.Arthascriedout,"FortheLight!",kickedhissteed,andchargedinamongthem,swinginghishammerandcryingoutincoherently,ventinghisangerandfrustrationonthese,theperfecttargets.Atonepoint,therewasalull,andhewasabletolookaround.