Galenbro had been threatened by Soraka, but there was no way he would simply abandon his plans. Soraka and her group had gone straight to join the Alliance army, leaving Galenbro no opening to exploit. With no other choice, he could only slink back to Arthas's side.
Luckily, Arthas had been too gravely wounded to pay attention to people like them. Otherwise, Soraka wouldn't have had a chance to rebel. And since Galenbro had brought Arthas some intelligence about the Alliance, he was able to take up the Scourge banner again and serve the Lich King.
But in truth, Galenbro's thoughts were always with Bovar. He had finally glimpsed the prospect of taking charge himself. How could he give up this lifeline?
Then Kel'Thuzad suddenly intervened, sending both the Alliance and the Scourge fleeing. Galenbro lost his chance to get back in touch with Bovar once again.
The Scourge hunkered down inside Icecrown Citadel, resisting the frenzied Faceless Ones. In truth, those Faceless Ones were only a little stronger than Ghouls and posed no real threat. What the Scourge truly needed to avoid was the chemical agent that could turn them into Faceless Ones. Icecrown Citadel was specially constructed: within its walls, Arthas's Frostmourne was like a barrier, enveloping the entire fortress and fully shielding the Scourge warriors inside from the agent.
But Galenbro had no intention of staying cooped up in there forever. Who knew how far the agent could spread or how long it would last? As the saying went, fortune favored the bold. Staying inside Icecrown Citadel was safe, but it also meant Galenbro would never get his chance to rise. So, risking infection by the agent, he stepped outside the fortress.
Perhaps there would always be people in this world favored by fate. Galenbro left Icecrown