A spine-chilling growl from the demon guard at the gates heralded the arrival of Kel' Thuzard, the Lich King. Ghouls campering around the courtyard of the Black Citadel, which was filled with vile, dank odours, stopped dead in their tracks. Their eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, saliva and mucus dripped from their deadly jaws. And as suddenly as they stopped, the Lich King swept in. The ghouls cowered from the evil that pervaded the air; they scampered to form a path for him.
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