Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Thebear’sheadwasnearlyseveredfromitsneck,butitkeptrunningforafewmomentsbeforetopplingintoaquiveringheap.

           Thrallthrewbackhisheadandcriedouthisvictory.Thecrowdwentmad.Arthasstared.

           Therewasn’tascratchontheorc,andasfarasArthascouldtell,thebrutewasn’tevenparticularlywinded.

           "That’sjusttheopener,"Blackmooresaid,smilingatArthas’sreaction."Nextwillbethreehumansattackinghim.He’salsohamperedbythefactthathe’snottokillthem,justdefeatthem.Moreastrategicbattlethanoneofbruteforce,butIconfess,there’ssomethingaboutwatchinghimdecapitateabearinasingleblowthatalwaysmakesmeproud."

           Threehumangladiators,alllarge,powerfullymuscledmen,enteredthearenaandsalutedtheiropponentandthecrowd.ArthaswatchedasThrallsizedthemupandwonderedjusthowsmartitwasofBlackmooretomakehispetorcsodamngoodatfighting.IfThralleverescaped,hecouldteachthoseskillstootherorcs.

           Itwaspossible,despitetheincreasedsecurity.Afterall,ifOrgrimDoomhammercouldescapefromtheUndercity,intheveryheartofthepalace,ThrallcouldescapefromDurnholde.

           Thestatevisitlastedfivedays.Duringoneofthosedays,lateintheevening,TarethaFoxtoncametovisittheprinceinhisprivatequarters.