Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Theprincefeltasmilecurvehislips.

           "So,"hequipped,"you’renotupsetaboutmekillingyouthatonetime?"

           "Don’tbefoolish,"theundeadnecromancerreplied."TheLichKingtoldmehowourencounterwouldend."

           ThatsurprisedArthas."TheLichKingknewthatIwouldkillyou?"Hefrowned,glancingdownatthebladethatstretchedacrosshislap.Itwassilentnow,dormant.Nowhisperscamefromit,nordidtherunespulsewithpower.

           "Ofcourse,"Kel’Thuzadresponded,ahintofsuperiorityinhissepulchralvoice."HechoseyoutobehischampionlongbeforetheScourgeevenbegan."

           Arthas’suneasedeepened.Noonehadaskedhim,oreventoldhimabouthisdestiny.Butwouldhehaveembracedit,hadheknown?No,hedecided.Hedidnotlikebeingmanipulated,butheknewthathehadhadtobetemperedifhewastobeaformidableweapon.Hehadtogostepbysteptohisfate,otherwisehewouldhaverejectedit.HewouldthenstillbewithJainaandUtherandhisfatherwould—

           "Ifhe’ssoallknowing,thenhowcanthedreadlordscontrolhimliketheydo?"

           "Theyareagentsoftheonewhocreatedourmaster:thefierylordsoftheBurningLegion."

           ThewordssentashiverthroughArthas.BurningLegion.Twowordsonly,butthepowertheypromisedwasheady,somehow.Inhislap,Frostmourneflickered.

           "Itisavastdemonicarmythathasconsumedcountlessworldsbeyondourown.