Кованый Плетью Артас

All shall suffer.

Do not be merciful.

Rise, and serve your King!

Destiny calls to you.

Conquer in my name!

Go forth and defile these lands.

Kneel!

Frostmourne hungers.

You shall suffer!

Your soul is mine!

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You have the King's audience.

You almost pushed me to my limit.

What a waste.

Mine is the cold hand of death.

You have the King's good graces.

I regret that.

All life must end.

None shall escape my wrath.

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.

Come servant, we have much to destroy.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

I will not run from it.

Celebration is the prelude to despair.

Impossible!

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.

I am already here.

A great destiny awaits you...

Know your place, venthyr.

The past is dead.

You defy me, servant?

Bow before your master.

I will crush your defiance as I crushed your city.

You could not stop me then. You will not stop me now.