Sure enough, after hearing Galenbro's words, Bovar clung to them like a drowning man grasping at his last lifeline. He tossed aside the rabbit in his hands and lunged at Galenbro like a madman, then fixed his bloodshot eyes on him. His gaze was terrifyingly ferocious, but to Galenbro, that ferocity was intoxicating. The more determined Bovar was, the greater the chance his plan would succeed.
"Lord Bovar, do you remember the plan I told you about when I came to see you?"
Galenbro first pretended to be startled by Bovar, then leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"You mean the plan to replace the Lich King?"
"Exactly! Lord Bovar, as long as you put on that armor, don that helmet, and take up Frostmourne, you'll gain even greater power than before. With that power, you'll still be yourself—the great hero of the Alliance, Bolvar Fordragon!"
"But I have no soldiers or officers now. How can I kill Arthas and become the Lich King?"
"Lord Bovar, what do you think I've been doing all this for? So I could help you at this very moment.
"Besides, now that you've become like this, all I need to do is mask the traces of life about you, and I can take you into Icecrown Citadel. After much investigation, I've finally found a way to conceal your living presence: you must truly become one of the Scourge!"
"Truly become one of the Scourge? You mean kill me?"
"No, no, not kill you. I mean infect you with the Scourge plague. That way, you'll become a living dead. Then we'll just need to move quickly and kill Arthas. You'll put on the Lich King's armor and take up Frostmourne, and you'll become the next Lich King. You'll still be Bovar!"
"But if I