Характеристики
- HP
- 538
- Mana
- 351
- Броня
- 3.5
- Урон
- 47
- Скорость
- 295
- Позиции
- Mid
- Win rate
- 47.50%
- Pick rate
- 2.87%
Способности
Dead Shot
Muerta fires a ghostly trickshot at an enemy unit or tree. When the bullet strikes, it damages and briefly slows, then ricochets in the targeted direction.The ricochet damages all units that it passes through, stopping when it hits a hero. Heroes hit by the ricochet are feared away from the impact.
The Calling
Summons a group of 4 revenants that slowly circle the targeted location. Enemies within the area are slowed. Revenants deal damage and silence enemies as they pass through them.
Gunslinger
Toggleable. When toggled on, Muerta's attacks have a chance to fire a second shot at another target.
Spectral Slug
Muerta shoots a spectral bullet at an enemy, dealing damage, knocking them back, and turning them ethereal for 8s - rendering them immune to physical damage and unable to attack. The target is slowed and -20% more vulnerable to magic damage. Enemies will not be knocked out of Muerta's attack range.
Pierce the Veil
Muerta transforms, becoming ethereal, gaining bonus base damage and phased movement.Passively allows Muerta to always attack ethereal targets and attack when she is ethereal. When either she or her target is ethereal, all of her attack damage is dealt as magical damage and her physical lifesteal is treated as spell lifesteal.DISPEL TYPE: Basic Dispel
Supernatural
Whenever an enemy hero dies within 925 units of Muerta, she gains a stack of 1% spell amplification. When Muerta dies she loses half the stacks, rounded down.
История героя
There are as many stories about Muerta as there are graves in the Carrion Fields of Gorm. Some tell their children ghost stories of a young peasant girl returned from the dead to punish the bandits who killed her family. Others, drunk in dark taverns, slur conspiracy theories about kidnappings and phantom guilds of killers.One constant bleeds through every tale: of a woman so consumed by hate for those who killed her that she refused to die. And of Death, so impressed by whatever hate-filled engine that drove this woman that he gave her Mercy and Grace — twin ethereal pistols — and made her his second in command. Now she hunts down wayward souls whose last grains have tumbled from their hourglass, and drags them kicking and screaming to their eternal reward.
