a smooth voice. The wind shifted, drivingthe smoke in a dierentdirection, and Arthas could now see a black- robed gure standing only ashortdistance away. Arthas tensed. This, then, was the leader. Thenecromancer was smiling now, his facedimly glimpsed in the shadow ofhis hood, a smirk that Arthas burned to cut o his face. Beside himweretwo of his pet undead. “You’ve found me. I am Kel’Thuzad.”Jaina gaspedin recognition at the name, and her hand ew to her mouth. Arthas sparedher a quickglance,... Continuar leyendo