Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Todrinkdeepofthisicydraft,totakethecoldstrengthoftheLichKingintohimself.Heopenedhiseyes,andhisvisionwasclear.Frostmourne’srunesblazedtonewlife,achillmistseepingupfromit.Grinningfiercely,Arthasgrippedthebladeandliftedithigh.Whenhespoke,hisvoicewasclearandresonantandcarriedinthecrisp,frigidair.

           "IsawanothervisionoftheLichKing.Hehasrestoredmypowers!IknownowwhatImustdo."HepointedwithFrostmourneatthedoll-sizedfiguresinthedistance."IllidanhasmockedtheScourgelongenough.HeisattemptingtogainentrytotheLichKing’sthronechamber.Hewillfail.It’stimeweputthefearofdeathbackinhim.Timetoendthegame...onceandforall."

           Withafiercechallengingcry,heswungFrostmourneoverhishead.Itsangout,hungryformoresouls."FortheLichKing!"Arthascried,andchargeddowntomeethisenemies.

           HefeltlikeagodasheswungFrostmournewithalmostcarelessease.Eachsoulittookonlystrengthenedhim.Letthearrowsofthebloodelvesshoweruponthemlikethesnow.Theyfelllikewheatbeforethescythe.Atonepoint,Arthasglancedoverthebattlefield.Wherewastheonehehadtoslay?HesawnosignofIllidanyet.Wasitpossiblehehadalreadygainedentranceintothe—

           "Arthas!Arthas,turnandfightme,damnyou!"

           Thevoicewasclearandpureandfullofhatred,andArthasturned.