Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Inaway,IsupposeIshouldthankyouformypresentstate,Arthas."

           "Showyourappreciationbysteppingoutoftheway,then."Arthas’svoicewassuddenlycold,andtherewasnotraceofhumorinit."TheFrozenThroneismine,demon.Stepaside.Leavethisworldandneverreturn.Ifyoudo,I’llbewaiting."

           "Webothhaveourmasters,boy.MinedemandsthedestructionoftheFrozenThrone.Itwouldseemweareatodds,"Illidanreplied,andliftedtheweaponArthashadfoughtoncebefore.Hispowerfulhandswiththeirsharpblacknailsclosedontheweapon’scenterandhewhirleditwithgraceandadeceptivecasualness.Arthasknewarippleofuncertaintyatthedisplay.HehadjustfinishedafightwithKael’thas,andwhilehewouldhavebeenthevictorhadnottheelf,cowardthathewas,teleportedoutatthelastinstant,hehadbeentaxedbythebattle.TherewasnohintofwearinessinIllidan’sbearing.

           Illidan’ssmilegrewashenoticedhisenemy’sdiscomfiture.Heallowedhimselfamomentmoreofuncannilymasterfulhandlingoftheunusual,demonicweapon,thenstruckaposition,settlingin,preparingforcombat."Itmustbedone!"

           "Yourtroopsareeitherinpiecesorpartofmyarmy."ArthasdrewFrostmourne.Itsrunesglowedbrightly,andmistcurledupfromitshilt.Behindtheblindfold,Illidan’seyes—muchbrighterandmoreintenselygreenthanheremembered—narrowedatthesightoftheruneblade.