Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Howbalancedandperfectaweaponitwasinhishands.Onearcingblowseveredtheheadfromtheshouldersofaghoul.HesweptFrostmournearound,scatteringthebonesofaskelton.Anotherrhythmicstrokedownedathirdfoe.Theyfellallaroundhim,therottingbodiesbeginningtopileup,ashecutapaththroughthem.Atonepoint,lookingforhisnextenemy,hecaughtsightofFalricstaringathim.Therewasaweonthefamiliarface,butalsoshockand—horror?Onlyatthecarnagehewaswreaking,surely.Frostmournewasallbutsinginginhishands.

           Thewindpickedupandthesnowbegantofall,thickandfast.Frostmourneseemedtoapprove,fortheincreasedsnowfalldidnotseemtohamperArthasintheslightest.Againandagainthebladefounditsmark,andmoreandmoreundeadthingsfell.Atlast,theminionshadbeendealtwith.Itwastimefortheirmaster.

           "Mal’Ganis,youcoward!"Arthascried,evenhisvoicesoundingdifferentinhisownearsnow,asitcarriedeasilyoverthehowlingwind."Comeshowyourself!Youtauntedmeintocominghere,nowstandandfaceme!"

           Andthenthedemonlordwasthere,biggerthanArthasremembered,smirkingdownattheprince.Hestraightenedtohisfullimposingheight,hiswingbeatingtheair,histaillashing.Theundeadwarriorsathiscommandstilledashecasuallyflickedafinger.

           Arthaswaspreparedforthedreadlord’sfrighteningappearancethistime.Itdidnotrattlehim.