Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "I’llsendseveralmagithererightawaytoopenportalsforasmanymenasheneedstobring.Youdidwell,mydear.I’mveryproudofyou.Now,yougetsomerest."

           "No!"Jainacried.Shestruggledtoherfeet,barelyabletostand,forcingtheexhaustionbackbysheerwillalone,holdingoutashakinghandtokeepAntonidasback."Ihavetobewithhim.I’llbeallright.Comeon!"

           Arthashadnoideahowlonghehadbeenfighting.Heswunghishammeralmostceaselessly,hisarmsshakingfromthestrain,hislungsburning.ItwasonlythepoweroftheLight,flowingthroughhimwithquietstrengthandsteadiness,thatkepthimandhismenontheirfeet.Theundeadseemedtobeweakenedbyitspower,althoughthatseemedtobetheironlyweakness.Onlyacleankill—Arthasfleetinglywonderedifyoucouldcallita"kill"iftheywerealreadydead—stoppedthemintheirtracks.

           Theyjustkeptcoming.Waveafterwaveofthem.Hissubjects—hispeople—turnedintothesethings.HeliftedhiswearyarmsforanotherblowwhenoverthedinofbattlecameavoiceArthasknew:

           "ForLordaeron!Fortheking!"

           ThemenralliedatUthertheLightbringer’simpassionedshout,renewingtheirattacks.Utherhadcomewithasolidcoreofknights,freshandbattle-hardened.