Sarevok Fight BG3 Too Hard? Heres The Secret Strategy To Win

Man, let me tell you about that damn Sarevok fight in Baldur’s Gate 3. Absolutely wrecked me for HOURS straight. Felt like bashing my head against a brick wall trying to beat this guy.

My First Attempt Was a Total Mess

Just charged straight in like an idiot. Sent Karlach right at Sarevok thinking she could tank him. Big mistake. That bastard murdered her in TWO hits before my archers could even blink. His pals instantly jumped my squishy spellcasters – Gale evaporated faster than water on hot pavement. Whole party wiped before my second turn. Embarrassing.

Getting Wiped Over and Over

Tried everything after that disaster:

  • Putting everyone on the balcony? Sarevok’s goons teleported up and shoved us off.
  • Barrels? They spotted me placing them every damn time.
  • Summoning creatures? Sarevok sliced them like butter.

Got so tilted I almost threw my mouse through the monitor. Why wasn’t this working? My party kept getting surrounded and slaughtered like cattle.

Sarevok Fight BG3 Too Hard? Heres The Secret Strategy To Win

The Breakthrough Moment

Changed my whole approach after the tenth wipe. Snuck Astarion up those stairs before triggering the cutscene. Placed Shadowheart RIGHT behind the main doors. Stashed Gale way in the back corner. Karlach stood exactly where Sarevok appears. Took a deep breath and clicked the dialogue option.

Executing the Perfect Plan

Immediately made Karlach shove Sarevok. Not attack – SHOVE. Sent that armored jerk clear across the room into Shadowheart’s waiting spirit guardians. Gale started dropping ice storms on the adds rushing from the balcony stairs while Astarion sniped their archers. Bottlenecked those bastards at the staircase so Karlach could cleave them like firewood. Sarevok couldn’t reach Gale thanks to our wall of death in the doorway. Focused all arrows and spells on him until he dropped. Whole fight lasted less than three rounds.

Final stand? Karlach finished him with a throwing axe to the face while standing in blood soup from his dead buddies. Cheered like I’d won the damn lottery. Months later, still no fight makes me feel like that glorious victory did.

By terror