Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Thebread—"

           Arthasstartedattheshout,comingoutofhisguiltytrance.Bread—thestaffoflife—wholesomeandnourishing—hadnowbecomeworsethanlethal.Arthasopenedhismouthtocryout,towarnhismen,buthistonguewaslikeclayinhismouth.

           Theplagueembeddedintothegrainactedevenbeforetheshockedprincecouldfindwords.

           Thedeadman’seyesopened.Helurcheduprightintoaseatedposition.

           AndthatwashowKel’Thuzadhadcreatedanundeadarmyinsoastonishinglyshortatime.

           Insanelaughterechoedinhisears—Kel’Thuzad,laughingmaniacally,triumphantevenindeath.Arthaswonderedifhewasgoingmadfromallhehadbeenforcedtobearwitnessto.Theundeadclamberedtotheirfeet,andtheirmovementgalvanizedhimtoactionandliberatedhistongue.

           "Defendyourselves!"Arthascried,swinginghishammerbeforethemanhadachancetorise.Otherswereswifter,though,gettingtodeadfeet,turningtheweaponsthatinlifetheywouldhaveusedtoprotectArthasuponhim.Theonlyadvantagehehadwasthattheundeadwerenotgracefulwiththeirweapons,andmostoftheshotstheyfiredwentwide.Arthas’smen,meanwhile,attackedwithhardeyesandgrimfaces,bashingskulls,decapitating,smashingwhathadbeenalliesjustafewmomentsearlierintosubmission.