Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           ThiswholerevelationthathewouldbeinNorthrendcouldhavebeennothingmorethananelaboratetricktogetArthasoutofhisway,sothatthedemoncouldmovesomewhereelseentirelyand—

           No.Thatwaylaymadness.Thedreadlordwasarrogant,certainhewouldeventuallybestthehumanprince.Arthashadtobelievehewashere.Hadto.Ofcourse,thatcouldalsomeanthatJainahadbeenright.ThatMal’Ganiswasindeedhere,andhadlaidatrapforhim.Noneofthesethoughtswaspleasant,andthemoreArthaschewedonthem,themoreagitatedhebecame.

           ItwaswellintothesecondweekofsearchingbeforeArthasfoundanythingtoofferhimhope.Theyhadmarchedoffinadifferentdirection,aftertheinitialpairofscoutsreturnedbearingnewsoflargeclustersofundead.Theyfoundthereportedundead—lyinginpiecesonthefrozenearth.BeforeArthascouldevenformathought,heandhismenhadcomeunderfire.

           "Takecover!"Arthascried,andtheydoveforwhatevertheycouldfind—tree,rock,evensnowbanks.Almostassoonasithadstarted,theattackceasedandashoutrangout.

           "Bloodyhell!Ye’renotundead!Ye’reallalive!"

           ItwasavoicethatArthasrecognizedandhadneverthoughttoencounterinthisdesolateland.Onlyonepersonheknewcouldswearsoenthusiastically,andforamoment,heforgotwhyhewashere,whathewassearchingfor,andfeltonlydelightandfondremembranceofatimelongpast.