Studying the Helm of Domination, so renowned in the game, Herad reached out and felt its rough surface.
As his palm approached the helm, a piercing chill reached him.
After only about three seconds of contact, he had no choice but to let go.
This thing was practically a block of thousand-year-old ice from Antarctica!
If he held on any longer, he might suffer frostbite.
The Helm of Domination was made primarily of stygian iron.
This magic metal was not particularly valuable. Vast quantities could be dug up in the Shadowlands.
Plenty could be bought from the brokers who traveled between the realms of the living and the dead.
But the Burning Legion certainly had no need to pay for it!
Demons had no interest in buying things. They only liked plundering.
Ordinary people certainly could not withstand the cold radiating from the Helm of Domination.
This thing was only suitable for undead creatures, or half-undead creatures whose constitutions were close to those of the undead.
For instance, those living death knights in the game.
Living death knights were much like vampires in nature.
Their hearts no longer beat, and their body temperatures were considerably lower than those of normal people.
For death knights in that state, wearing the Helm of Domination would not be too uncomfortable.
It would feel much like using a cold compress to bring down a high fever.
For a normal person, trying to use this thing was practically suicide.
Even if they survived, their face would almost certainly be ravaged by frostbite.
Only a mage with Icy Veins active could wear it for a short time.
At present, neither Ner'zhul nor any other soul was inside this Helm of Domination.
As long as its cold could be overcome, it could be worn safely.
After casting