Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Safeandsecureawayfromthefieldofbattle,overseeingeverythingwhileriskingnothing,stoodatallfigureinaflutteringblackcloak.Asifwaitingforthem.

           Kel’Thuzad.

           "There!"hecried."He’sthere!"

           Jainaandhismenfollowedhim,Jainablastingclearpassagewithfireballafterfireball,andhismenhackingtheundeadthatdidnotfallinthefirstroundofattacks.Arthasfeltrighteousfurysinginginhisveinsashedrewcloserandclosertothenecromancer.Hishammerroseandfell,seeminglyeffortlessly,andhedidn’tevenseethosehestruckdown.Hiseyeswerefixedontheman—ifyoucouldevencallsuchamonsterthat—responsibleforeverythinginthefirstplace.Cutoffthehead,andthebeastwoulddie.

           ThenArthaswasthere.Abellowofrawfuryexplodedfromhimandheswung,sweepinghisbrilliantlyglowinghammerparalleltotheground,strikingKel’Thuzadatthekneesandsendinghimflying.Otherspressedin,swordsslicingandhacking,themenventingtheirgriefandoutrageonthesource,thecause,oftheentiredisaster.

           Forallhispowerandmagic,itseemedasthoughKel’Thuzadcouldindeeddielikeanyotherman.BothlegswereshatteredbyArthas’ssweepingblowandlayatoddangles.Hisrobeswerewetwithblood,shinyblackagainstamatteblack,andredtrickledfromhismouth.Heproppedhimselfuponhisarmsandtriedtospeak,spittingoutbloodandteeth.Hetriedagain.

           "Na?ve...