Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hesawthem,andbesidethemhesawthehundredsthathadalreadyfallentothishorribleplague.Fallenonlytorise,unthinkingrottinghunksofflesh.Whatofthem?Whatoftheirsouls,theirsuffering,theirsacrifice?Anotherimageappeared—ahugepieceofice,thesameicethatnowencasedFrostmourne.Hesawnowwherethischunkoficehadcomefrom.Itwaspartofsomethinglarger,stronger—andit,withtherunebladeinsideit,hadbeensomehowsenttohimtoavengethosewhohadfallen.Avoicewhisperedinhismind:Thedeaddemandvengeance.

           Whatwasahandfuloflivingmencomparedtothetormentofthosewhohadfalleninsohorribleafashion?

           "Damnthemen!"

           Thewordsseemedtoexplodefromsomeplacedeepinhisgut."Ihaveadutytothedead.Nothingshallpreventmefromhavingmyrevenge,oldfriend."NowhetorehisgazeawayfromtheswordlongenoughtomeetMuradin’sworriedgaze,andhisfacesoftenedslightly."Notevenyou."

           "Arthas—Itaughtyetaefight.Iwantedtaehelpyebeagoodwarrioraswellasagoodking.Butparto’beingagoodwarriorispickingwhichbattlestaefight—andwhichweaponstaefightwi’."HestabbedastubbyforefingeratFrostmourne."Andthat’saweaponye’llnaewanttobeputtinginyourarsenal."

           Arthasputbothhandsupagainsttheicethatwasthesword’ssheathandbroughthisfacetowithinaninchofthesmoothsurface.Asiffromsomewherefaraway,heheardMuradinstillspeaking.