Heroes / Pudge
Pudge is a Strength hero (Disabler, Initiator, Durable, Nuker). In patch 7.41f Pudge wins 51.5% of public matches and is picked in 27.2% of them. Pro matches: 13 picks, 13 bans.
| Rank | Win rate | Games |
|---|---|---|
| Herald | 53.5% | 17,143 |
| Guardian | 52.7% | 65,240 |
| Crusader | 52.4% | 138,003 |
| Archon | 51.6% | 233,980 |
| Legend | 51.1% | 263,227 |
| Ancient | 50.6% | 139,805 |
| Divine | 50.0% | 101,865 |
Launches a bloody hook toward a unit or location. The hook will snag the first unit it encounters, dragging the unit back to Pudge, killing it if it's a non-ancient creep and dealing damage if it is an enemy otherwise.
A toxic cloud that deals intense damage and slows movement--harming not only enemy units but Pudge himself.
Pudge covers himself with a layer of flesh that blocks damage of any type taken from any source.
Pudge's skin thickens permanently every time he kills an enemy Hero, gaining 1.6 bonus Strength for each stack.
CHANNELED - Pudge chows down on an enemy unit, disabling it and dealing damage over time. Damage is increased by Pudge's Strength and heals him for the total amount. Pudge pulls the unit at a rate of 75 units, up to a minimum of 125 range.
In the Fields of Endless Carnage, far to the south of Quoidge, a corpulent figure works tirelessly through the night--dismembering, disembowelling, piling up the limbs and viscera of the fallen that the battlefield might be clear by dawn. In this cursed realm, nothing can decay or decompose; no corpse may ever return to the earth from which it sprang, no matter how deep you dig the grave. Flocked by carrion birds who need him to cut their meals into beak-sized chunks, Pudge the Butcher hones his skills with blades that grow sharper the longer he uses them. Swish, swish, thunk. Flesh falls from the bone; tendons and ligaments part like wet paper. And while he always had a taste for the butchery, over the ages, Pudge has developed a taste for its byproduct as well. Starting with a gobbet of muscle here, a sip of blood there...before long he was thrusting his jaws deep into the toughest of torsos, like a dog gnawing at rags. Even those who are beyond fearing the Reaper, fear the Butcher.