Amal’Thuzad sighed. This recruit is a cocky one, he thought. A former agent of the scourge, he was now an instructor of rookie Death Knights.
Wimzig grinned up at him, “What next?”
The former lich lord grumbled, summoning a skeleton. “Silence his thoughts with the sharpness of frost.”
Wimzig nodded, eyeing the summon. A dark flash crawled across its face moments later.
Amal’Thuzad paused, and then laughed. “You must have been a mage in life. That was just a plain counterspell! Try again, but with-”
Another dark flash, but with a harsh coldness.
“With frost?” Wimzig smirked.
Amal’Thuzad growled, silenced.