Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Nowthehumansandorcswereattackingoneanother—andtheundead,somecryingoutordersandfightingwithmindsthatwereclearlytheirown—werestandingshouldertoshoulderwiththeorcs,strange-lookingbull-men,andtrolls.

           Quel’Thalas—undamaged?No,no,therewasthescarheandhisarmyhadleft—butthecitywasbeingrebuilt....

           Fasternowtheimagespouredintohismind,dizzying,chaotic,disordered.Itwasimpossibletotellthepastfromthefuturenow.Anotherimage,thatofskeletaldragonsrainingdestructiondownonacityArthashadneverseenbefore—ahot,dryplacecrowdedwithorcs.And—yes,yesitwasStormwinditselfthatwasnowcomingunderattackfromtheundeaddragons—

           Nerubians—no,no,notnerubians,notAnub’arak’speople,butkintothem,yes.Adesertrace,thesewere.Theirservantsweremammothcreatureswiththeheadsofdogs,golemsmadeofobsidian,whostrodeacrosstheshiningyellowstands.

           Asymbolappeared,oneArthasknew—theLofLordaeron,impaledbyasword,butdepictedinred,notblue.Thesymbolchanged,becamearedflameonawhitebackground.Theflameseemedtosparktoalifeofitsownandengulfedthebackground,burningitawaytorevealthesilverywatersofavastexpanseofwater...asea...

           ...Somethingwasroilingjustbeneaththeocean’ssurface.Thehitherto-smoothsurfacebegantochurnwildly,seething,asiffromastorm,althoughthedaywasclear.