Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           TheLichKingwasofnofurtheruse?Why?Whoexactlywashe,andwhathadhappenedtohim?WhatwouldhappentoArthas?

           "Soon,Iwillordertheinvasiontobegin.Butfirst,Iwillmakeanexampleofthesepaltrywizards...bycrushingtheircityintotheashesofhistory."

           Hestrodeoff,hisbodyerectandproudandcommanding,hishooveslandingfirmlywitheachstep,hisarmorgleamingintheroseandgoldandlavenderoftheencroachingtwilight.Besidehim,stillmakingobeisance,strodeTichondrius.ArthaswaiteduntiltheyweresomedistanceawaybeforehefinallywhirledonKel’Thuzadandburstout,"Thishasgottobeajoke!Whathappenstousnow?"

           "Bepatient,youngdeathknight.TheLichKingforesawthisaswell.Youmayyethaveaparttoplayinhisgranddesign."

           May?Arthaswhirledonthenecromancer,hisnostrilsflaring,buthetampedbackhisanger.Ifanyone—eitherofthedemonsortheLichKinghimself—thoughtforonemomentthatArthaswasatooltosimplybeusedandthendiscarded,hewouldsoonshowthemtheerroroftheirthinking.Hehaddonetoomuch—losttoomuch,cutouttoomuchofhimselfforthistobecastaside.

           Itcouldn’tallbefornothing.

           Itwouldnotallbefornothing.

           Theearthrumbled.Invincibleshifteduneasily,liftinghishoovesasiftominimizecontactwiththeearth.Arthasglancedupquicklyatthemagecity