Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hewouldreturntriumphant,havingdonewhatneededtobedone—thingsthatthesofter-heartedhadcringedfromdoing.Andbecauseofhim,becauseofhiswillingnesstoshouldertheburdenofresponsibility,hispeoplewouldsurvive.

           Soloudwasthesoundofflameslickingattheoil-drenchedwoodthatforamoment,itdrownedoutthedespairingcriesofthemenastheyemergedandbeheldthesight.

           "PrinceArthas!Ourships!"

           "Whathappened?Howarewegettinghome?"

           Theideahadbeensimmeringinthebackofhismindforseveralhoursnow.Arthasknewhismenwouldbeaghastatdiscoveringthattheywerestrandedhere.Theyhadagreedtofollowhim,true,butMuradinhadbeenright.Theywouldhaveseenordersfromhisfatherassupersedinganyorderhecouldgivethem.AndMal’Ganiswouldhavewon.Buttheywouldnotunderstandhowverybadlytheyneededtostopthethreathere,now—

           Hiseyesfellonthemercenarieshehadhired.

           Noonewouldmissthem.

           Theycouldbeboughtandsold.Ifsomeonehadpaidthemtokillhim,theywouldhavedonesoasreadilyashelpinghim.Somanyhaddied—goodpeople,noblepeople,innocents.Theirsenselessdeathscriedouttobeavenged.AndifArthas’smenwerenotwithhimwithalltheirhearts,hewouldnottriumph.

           Arthascouldnotbearit.

           "Quickly,mywarriors!"hecried,liftinghishammer