Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           ThebeinghadwhatArthasguessedtobeblue-grayskin,thoughwiththegreenlighttingeinghim,itwasdifficulttobecertain.Therewasnoquestion,however,thatthedemon’sbodywaspowerful,withamightybarrelchest,large,strongarms,andalowerbodythatseemedtobeshapedlikethatofagoat—Archimonde’slegscurvedback,endinginapairofclovenhoovesinsteadoffeet.Atailtwitched,perhapsbelyingArchimonde’scalm,in-controldemeanor.Arms,shoulders,andlegswereencasedingolden,gleamingarmoradornedwithshapesofskullsandspikes.Twintentacles,longandthin,dangledfromhischin.Butthemostarrestingfeatureofhiselongatedfacewerehiseyes,whichglowedasicklygreencolorthatwasbrighterandmorecompellingthanthegreenmistthatwhirledabouthim.EventhoughArchimondewasnotyethere,notyetphysicallyinthisworld,Arthaswasnotunmovedbythedemon’spresence.

           "Youcalledmyname,punylich,andIhavecome,"saidthedemon,hisvoiceresonantandseemingtovibratealongArthas’sverybones."YouareKel’Thuzad,areyounot?"

           Kel’Thuzadbowedhishornedhead.Hewasallbutgroveling,Arthasnoted."Yes,greatone.Iamthesummoner.Ibegofyou,tellmehowImayexpediteyourpassageintothisworld.Iexistonlytoserve."

           "Thereisaspecialtomeyoumustfind,"thedemonlordintoned.HisgazeflickeredtoArthas,examinedhimforamoment,thendismissedhim.Arthasfoundhimselfgrowingannoyed.