Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           Arthasglanceddownatthedeadnerubian."Foolishlyindeed,"hemurmured,andliftedahand."Indeath,theyonlyservethatwhichtheystruggledagainstinlife."

           Andsoitwasthatwhenhefinallyemergedintothedimlightoftheoverheadworld,gulpinginthecold,cleanair,hisarmyhadswollenwithnewrecruits,freshlydeadandutterlyhistocommand.

           ArthasdrewInvincibletoahalt.Hewastrembling,badly,andwantedtosimplysitandbreathefreshairforafewmoments.Theairquicklysouredwiththerottingstenchofhisownarmy.Anub’arakpassedhim,pausingtogazeathimimplacablyforamoment.

           "Notimetorest,deathknight.TheLichKinghasneedofus.Wemustserve."

           Arthasshotthecryptlordaquickglance.Somethinginthetoneofthebeing’svoicespokeofthevagueststirringof—wasitresentment?DidAnub’arakserveonlybecausehehadto?WouldheturnontheLichKingifhewasabletodoso—andmoretothepoint,wouldheturnonArthas?

           TheLichKing’spowerswereweakening—andsowereArthas’spowersrightalongwithhim.Iftheygotweakenough...

           Thedeathknightwatchedtheretreatingfigureofthecryptlord,tookadeepbreath,andfollowed.

           Howlongthetrekthroughthicksnowandscouringwindswas,Arthasdidn’tknow.Atonepointhenearlylostconsciousnesswhileriding,soweakwashe.