Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Andthen,wheretherehadbeennothing,afigurestood—tall,powerful,gracefulinitsowndarkanddangerousway.Arthasreturnedhisattentiontothebattlefield.Aretreatsounded—clearlythemagi,atleast,hadseenwhatwastranspiring,andtheirtroopswheeledtheirmountsandgallopedbacktowardthesafety—temporarythoughArthassuspectedittobe—ofDalaran.Evenastheyfled,adeep,resonantvoicecutthroughthesoundofbattle.

           "Tremble,mortals,anddespair!Doomhascometothisworld!"

           Arthashelduphishand,andwiththatsimplestofgesturestheswarmofScourgehaltedandretreatedaswell.AshegallopedbacktoKel’Thuzad,eyeingthegiantdemonlordallthewhile,Tichondriusteleportedin.Asusual,afterallthedangerhadpassed.

           Thedreadlordmadeadeepobeisance.Arthasdrewreinsomedistanceaway,preferringtoobserve.

           "LordArchimonde,allthepreparationshavebeenmade."

           "Verywell,Tichondrius,"repliedArchimonde,givingthelesserdemonadismissivenod."SincetheLichKingisofnofurtherusetome,youdreadlordswillnowcommandtheScourge."

           Arthaswassuddenlyverygratefulforallthosehoursspentindisciplinedmeditation.Itwasonlythatthatkepthisshockandfuryfromshowing.Evenso,Invinciblefeltthechangeinhimandprancednervously.Heyankedonthereinsandtheundeadbeaststilled.