Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           Bothofthemadvanced,Muradintokneelandpeeratthewriting,Arthastodrawclosertothebeckoningsword.ArthasgavetheinscriptionthatsointriguedMuradinacursoryglance.Itwasnotwritteninanylanguageheknew,butthedwarfseemedtobeabletoreadit,judgingbyhowhiseyesflickeredacrosstheletters.

           Arthasliftedahandandstrokedtheicethatseparatedthem—smooth,slick,deathlycold—ice,yes,buttherewassomethingunusualaboutit.Itwasn’tsimplyfrozenwater.Hedidn’tknowhowhecouldtell,buthecould.Therewassomethingverypowerful,almostunearthlyaboutit.

           Frostmourne...

           "Aye,IthoughtIrecognizedthis.It’swritteninKalimag—theelementallanguage,"Muradincontinued.Hefrownedasheread."It’s...awarning."

           "Warning?Warningofwhat?"Perhapsshatteringtheicewoulddamagetheswordsomehow,Arthasthought.Theunnaturaliceblockitself,though,seemedtohavebeen—almostcutfromanother,largerpieceofice.Muradintranslatedslowly.Arthaslistenedwithhalfanear,hiseyesonthesword.

           "Whosoevertakesupthisbladeshallwieldpowereternal.Justasth’bladerendsflesh,somustpowerscarth’spirit."Thedwarfleapedtohisfeet,lookingmoreagitatedthanArthashadeverseenhim."Och,Ishould’veknown.Th’bladeiscursed!Let’sgetthehelloutofhere!"

           Arthas’sheartgaveastrangewrenchatMuradin’sexclamation.