Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           HismindwasconsumedwiththoughtsofFrostmourne.Theirsalvation.Arthasknewitwouldbe.Butcouldtheyreachitbeforehismenatthecampfelltotheundeadandtheirdemonicmaster?Falrichadsaidtheycouldhold—foratime.Howmuchlonger?TofinallyknowthatMal’Ganiswashere—athisownbasecamp—andtonotbeabletoattackwas—

           "There,"Muradinsaid,almostreverently,pointing."It’sinsidethere."

           Arthashalted,blinkingeyesthatwerenarrowedtoslitsagainstthedrivingsnow,theirlashescrustedwithice.Theystoodbeforethemouthofacavern,starkandominous-seeminginthesnow-swirleddarknessofthegrayday.Therewassomekindofilluminationinside,asoft,blue-greenradiancehecouldjustbarelyglimpse.Bone-weary,frozenashewas,excitementshotthroughhim.Heforcedhisnumbedmouthtoformwords.

           "Frostmourne...andtheendofMal’Ganis.Theendoftheplague.Comeon!"

           Asecondwindseemedtotakehimandhehastenedforward,forcinghislegstoobey.

           "Lad!"Muradin’svoicebroughthimupsharply."Sopreciousatreasurewon’tbejustleftsittingaroundforanyonetaefind.Wemustproceedwi’abito’caution."

           Arthaschafed,butMuradinhadmoreexperienceinthesematters.Sohenodded,grippedhishammerfirmly,andenteredwarily.Theimmediaterelieffromthewindanddrivingsnowheartenedhim,andtheymoveddeeperintotheheartofthecavern.