Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Well,Utherwasdead,andwhileArthaswasstillkillingorcs,hewasnowworkingwithdemons.Amuscletwitchednearhiseye.

           "Whatarewewaitingfor?"hesnapped,andurgedInvincibleintoagallop.

           Theorcsfoughtbravely,butintheend,itwasfutile,asallattemptstohalttheScourgewouldbefutile.Arthasgallopedforward,Invincibleleapingnimblyoverfallenorcbodies.Heregardedthegateforalongmoment.Threestoneslabs,strangelyelegantforsobrutalarace.Erectednearby,though,werehugeanimalbonesthatglowedadullredhue.Intheconfinesoutlinedbytheslabsofstone,greenenergyswirledsluggishly.Apassagetoanotherworld.Jainawouldbeintrigued—buttoohorrifiedtopursuehercuriosity.Thatwaswhatmadeherweak.

           It...waswhatmadeherJaina....

           "Thebruteshavebeenslain,"Arthasspat."Thedemongateisyours,lich."

           Theskeletalformshiveredwithdelight,floatingforwardandliftinghisarmsimploringly.Stepsleduptothearchway;Arthasnoticedthatthelichdidnotascendanyofthem.Hestoodatthebottom,outofrespect—oroutofamorepragmaticdesiretoavoidharm.Arthashungback,watchingintentlyfromatopInvincible.

           "Icalluponthee,Archimonde!Yourhumbleservantseeksanaudience!"

           Thegreenmistcontinuedtoswirl.Then,Arthasrealizedhecouldmakeoutashape—features—thatwerebothlikeandunlikethedreadlordshewasmorefamiliarwith.