Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           ItwastheonlytimeArthashadseenVarian’sfaceuglywithhate,andhesupposedhecouldnotblametheotherboy.IforcshadmurderedTerenasandUther,hesupposedhe’dwanttospitontheuglygreenthings,too."Heshouldbekilled,"Variangrowled,hiseyesangryastheywatchedfromtheparapetsasDoomhammerwasmarchedtowardthepalace."AndIwishIcouldbetheonetodoit."

           "He’sgoingtotheUndercity,"saidArthas.Theancientroyalcrypts,dungeons,sewers,andtwiningalleysdeepbelowthepalacehadsomehowgottenthatnickname,asiftheplacewassimplyanotherdestination.Dark,dank,filthy,theUndercitywasintendedonlyforprisonersorthedead,butthepoorestofthepoorinthelandsomehowalwaysseemedtofindtheirwayin.Ifonewashomeless,itwasbetterthanfreezingintheelements,andifoneneededsomething...notentirelylegal,evenArthasunderstoodthatthatwaswhereyouwenttogetit.Nowandthentheguardswouldgodownandmakeasweepoftheplaceinadesperateandultimatelyfutileattempttocleanitout.

           "NooneevergetsoutfromtheUndercity,"Arthasreassuredhisfriend."He’lldieincaptivity."

           "Toogoodforhim,"Variansaid."Turalyonshouldhavekilledhimwhenhehadthechance."

           Varian’swordswereprophetic.Thegreatorcishleaderhadonlyappearedtobehumbledbythescornandhatredheapeduponhim.Itturnedouthewasfarfrombroken.