Watching the Pit Lord turn and lead its forces away, Herad gazed helplessly at its enormous back.
He had planned to lure it into the temporary Portal, then use spatial forces to tear it apart.
Who would have thought that this seemingly dim-witted brute actually had a decent brain and would not foolishly enter the temporary Portal to die?
With his opponent refusing to take the bait, Herad could only watch it leave.
Pit Lords were an ancient and powerful kind of demon.
Its appearance closely resembled a greater dragonkin, perhaps the corrupted, mutated form of some similar creature from another planet.
Its massive body looked bloated, but beneath its skin was nothing but knotted muscle.
A pair of enormous draconic wings grew from its back.
Judging by appearances, though, it probably could not fly.
The Pit Lord's head was rather bizarre, with sickly green fel fire burning atop its skull. It did not look remotely environmentally friendly.
This brute frequently hunted Prophet Velen's party, and all the Draenei refugees wanted it dead.
But it was a powerful Pit Lord, after all.
Even if it was not one of the renowned big shots among Pit Lords, its strength could not be underestimated.
Herad suppressed the urge to send the Small Arcane Golem charging over to hack the brute to death and dismissed the temporary Portal.
Something that huge would be a real pain to fight.
He could hardly expect to pull off what Grom Hellscream had done in the game's cinematic: make a heroic leap onto the Pit Lord's head and split its damned skull with a great axe.
Characters in games had all sorts of plot armor backing them up.
Their attacks were guaranteed to hit, instantly multiplied their damage hundreds of times over, and were certain to land