Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "

           Thevoicewasdeepandshiveredinhismindaswellashisears,resonantand...therewasnootherwordforit...evil.Adreadlord,Kel’Thuzadhadsaid.Adarknameforadarkbeing.

           "IamMal’Ganis."

           SomethinglikejoyshotthroughArthas.Hewasvindicated.Mal’Ganiswashere,hewasbehindtheplague,andevenasArthas’smen,whoalsoheardthevoice,turnedandsoughtthesource,thedoorsofahousewherevillagershadbeenhidingwasflungopenandwalkingcorpseshastenedout,theirbodieslimnedbyagreen,sicklyglow.

           "Asyoucansee,yourpeoplearenowmine.Iwillnowturnthiscityhouseholdbyhousehold,untiltheflameoflifehasbeensnuffedout...forever."Mal’Ganislaughed.Thesoundwasunsettling,deepandrawanddark.

           "Iwon’tallowit,Mal’Ganis!"Arthascried.Hisheartswelledwiththerightnessofwhathewasdoing."Betterthatthesepeoplediebymyhandthanserveasyourslavesindeath!"

           Morelaughter,andthenthedisturbingpresencewasgoneasswiftlyasithadcome,andArthaswasbusybattlingforhisverylifeasathrongofundead,threedeep,chargedhim.

           Howlongittooktoslaughtereveryliving—anddead—personinthecity,Arthaswouldneverbeabletotell.Butatlastitwasdone.Hewasexhausted,shaking,nauseatedbythesmellofblood,smoke,andthesick,sweetscentofpoisonedbread,hangingintheaireventhoughthebakeryitselfwasaburningbuilding.