Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Staringathisenemy,hewordlesslyliftedFrostmourne,andtherunesetchedalongitslengthgleamed.Mal’Ganisrecognizedtheweaponandahintofafrowncurvedhisbluelips.

           "So,you’vetakenupFrostmourneattheexpenseofyourcomrades’lives,justastheDarkLordsaidyouwould.You’restrongerthanIthought."

           Thewordswereheard,buttherewereotherwords,whisperingsilkilyinhisbrain.Arthaslistened,andthengrinnedfiercely.

           "Youwasteyourbreath,Mal’Ganis.IheedonlythevoiceofFrostmournenow."

           Thedreadlordthrewbackhishornedheadandlaughed."YouhearthevoiceoftheDarkLord,"Mal’Ganisretorted.Hepointedasharp,black-nailedfingeratthemightyruneblade."Hewhisperstoyouthroughthebladeyouwield!"

           Arthasfelttheblooddrainfromhisface.Thedreadlord’smaster...spoketohimthroughFrostmourne?But...howcouldthatbe?Wasthisthefinaltrick?HadhebeengulledanddelivereddirectlyintoMal’Ganis’stalonedhands?

           "Whatdoeshesay,younghuman?"Thesmirkcameagain,theexpressionofonewhoknowssomethinganotherdoesnot.Thedreadlordwasgloating,revelinginthistwist."WhatdoestheDarkLordoftheDeadtellyounow?"

           Thewhisperscameagain,butthistimeitwasArthaswhosmirked,amirrorimageofthesameexpressionthedreadlordbore.NowitwashewhoknewsomethingMal’Ganisdidnot.