From the mountaintop above Ironforge, Herad looked down at the one-sided battle below.
The sight left him even less interested in joining the fight himself.
Alleria, on the other hand, was very enthusiastic about hunting Orcs.
In her eyes, green-skinned Orcs were not much different from green-skinned Trolls.
Her instinct to hunt these green-skinned monsters had been awakened.
From her elevated position, arrows imbued with the power of air elementals flew more than two thousand meters, precisely killing the targets she had set her sights on.
A Windrunner's arrows were simply that outrageous!
Even a large-caliber sniper rifle would struggle to make kills at such extreme range.
With Alleria so keen on shooting Orcs, Herad felt awkward simply watching from the sidelines.
He teleported over the Small Arcane Golem and the Arcane Scavenger wielding the Silver Hand.
These two arcane golems were rather special. Both relied on powerful artifacts for energy, so there was no reason not to use them.
The Small Arcane Golem, in particular, was small and consumed little energy while operating.
Leaving it idle would have been a real waste!
The two magical constructs, made entirely of high-end metals, paid no heed to falls as they raced down the mountain.
However, the Arcane Scavenger had a round body and was carrying the enormous Silver Hand warhammer.
It practically rolled down the steps the whole way.
Its thorium armor plates were tough enough that knocks and tumbles did not matter at all.
After rolling to the foot of the mountain, it nimbly scrambled up and strode toward the battlefield.
Watching the Arcane Scavenger arrive at the battlefield first, Herad was speechless at its method of travel.
Rolling down the mountain was certainly fast.
But making an entrance like that was far too embarrassing!
Herad decided to ask Prophet