Артас Люй Бу

Frostmourne hungers.

You shall suffer!

Your soul is mine!

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I grant you permission to speak.

You are prepared for the wars to come.

Make no mistakes...

You shall know my cruelty firsthand.

You serve well.

I regret that.

All life must end.

All will serve me in death.

I have but little time.

Hm…

Death calls...

My rule is eternal...

I am low on cards.

Out of cards!

I need a weapon.

I require more mana.

That servant already attacked.

I just made my strike.

That one needs more time.

My hand is full.

I have too many minions.

It hides from my gaze.

Impossible.

I cannot reach that.

That fool taunts me.

No.

The final darkness falls over these lands...

Happy New Year!

There can only be one true king.

Celebration is the prelude to despair.

Most intriguing...

Happy New Year!

No fire can withstand the cold chill of the grave.

Death comes by land or by sea.

Death marches on the realm of the living.

There can be no spring in my endless winter.

You always do.