Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           It’salreadybeendistributedamongthevillagers.We’vehadplentyofbread."

           Thatwasthesmell—notthetypicalsmellofbakingbread,butslightlyoff,slightlytoosweet—andthenArthasunderstood.Hestaggered,justalittle,astheenormityofthesituation,thetruescopeofitshorror,burstoverhim.Thegrainhadbeendistributed...andsuddenlytherewasavastarmyoftheundead....

           "Oh,no,"hewhispered.Theystaredathimandhetriedagaintospeak,hisvoicestillshaking.Butthistime,notwithhorror,butwithfury.

           Theplaguewasnevermeanttosimplykillhispeople.No,no,itwasmuchdarker,muchmoretwistedthanthat.Itwasmeanttoturntheminto—

           Evenasthethoughtformed,themanwhohadansweredArthas’squestionaboutthecratebentoverdouble.Severalothersfollowedsuit.Astrangegreenglowlimnedtheirbodies,pulsingandgrowingstronger.Theyclutchedtheirstomachsandfelltotheearth,blooderuptingfromtheirmouths,saturatingtheirshirts.Oneofthemstretchedoutahandtohim,imploringforhealing.Instead,Arthas,repulsed,recoiledinhorror,staringasthemanwrithedinpainanddiedinamatterofseconds.

           Whathadhedone?Themanhadbeggedforhealing,butArthashadnotevenliftedahand.Butcouldthisevenbehealed,Arthaswonderedashestaredatthecorpse.CouldtheLighteven—

           "MercifulLight!"Falriccried.