The Secret of the Helm of Domination (10,000-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe)

"Ner'zhul, no matter how much time passes, you're still nothing more than a filthy rat who only dares to hide in the shadows and play at schemes. You never had the courage to step into the spotlight."

Accompanied by a deep, oppressive voice, green Fel energy slowly drifted out from the skull, eventually forming an exceedingly blurry soul projection.

"Gul'dan..."

Ner'zhul looked at his former apprentice, a complicated expression surfacing on his face.

As the former owner of the Skull of Gul'dan, he recognized the Orc skull strung onto the metal ring at a glance.

He simply did not understand why there was also what appeared to be a human skull on it, one emanating an immensely powerful and terrifying aura of death magic.

But soon, that human skull released a chilling mass of gray Negative Energy as well, slowly gathering into the form of a human Wizard whose eyes held naked, undisguised mockery.

"Ah! So you're Ner'zhul. You really are the complete and utter trash Gul'dan described. I truly don't know how anyone could ever have taken a fancy to weak-willed garbage like you."

There was no need to ask. This was Manshoon, one of the founders of the Zhentarim, the Legendary Mage whom Soros had killed and turned into a powerful magical item.

Clearly, Soros had used his Planeswalker abilities to fuse the two skulls containing immense magical power into a single Artifact.

Anyone who wore it could receive a series of enhancements, resistances, and immunities, including Necromancy School magic, Fel energy, and shadow magic.

Even the originally summoned divine creature—the lesser Ynnead projection—had gained a new form and new abilities.

It could not only harvest a target's soul, but also drain life force and magical power, while casting every spell the two skulls' owners had mastered in