Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           amIhearingghostsnow?"

           Notonlyhearingthem.Seeingthem.Oronespecificghost,atleast.Kel’Thuzad’sshapeslowlyformedbeforehiseyes,translucentandhovering,theeyesdarkholes.Butitwasunmistakablyhim,andthespectrallipscurvedinaknowingsmile.

           "Iwasrightaboutyou,PrinceArthas."

           "Ittookyoulongenough."Thebass,angryrumbleofTichondriusseemedtocomeoutofnowhere,andthespecter—ifithadindeedactuallybeenthere—disappeared.Arthaswasshaken.Hadheimaginedit?Washestartingtolosehissanityalongwithhissoul?

           Tichondriushadnotnoticedanythingandcontinued,removingthecasketandpeeringdisgustedlyinsideatthenearly-liquefiedcorpseofKel’Thuzad.Arthasfoundthestenchmoretolerablethanhehadexpected,thoughitwasstillhorrific.Itseemedlikealifetimeagohehadstruckatthenecromancerwithhishammerandwatchedthetoo-rapiddecompositionofthenewlydeadman."Theseremainsarebadlydecomposed.TheywillneversurvivethetriptoQuel’Thalas."

           Arthasseizedonthedistraction."Quel’Thalas?"Thegoldenlandoftheelves...

           "Yes.Onlytheenergiesofthehighelves’SunwellcanbringKel’Thuzadbacktolife."Thedreadlord’sfrowndeepened."Andwitheachmoment,hedecaysfurther.Youmuststealaveryspecialurnfromthepaladin’skeeping.Theyarebearingitherenow.Placethenecromancer’sremainswithinit,andhewillbewellprotectedforthejourney.