Hogar Noticias Guía de Fenriru: habilidades maestras, avances y aumentos

Guía de Fenriru: habilidades maestras, avances y aumentos

Autor : Adam Actualizar : Feb 21,2025

Echocalypse, un juego de rol basado en turnos de estilo de anime gratuito de Yoozoo Singapore Pte Ltd, sumerge a los jugadores en un impresionante mundo de ciencia ficción post-apocalíptico renderizado con impresionantes gráficos de la unidad. Explore un entorno ricamente detallado sin mantener la mano constante, y participar en combate estratégico, por turnos, elaborando formaciones tácticas para superar los enemigos formidables. Disponible tanto en Google Play como en la tienda de aplicaciones iOS.

Echocalypse Fenriru Guide – Skills, Breakthroughs, and Augments

Progresión de artificio de Fenriru:

  • Instinto de supervivencia 1 (Artificio 1): Rage inicial +1, HP +2270
  • Ataque Instinct 2 (Artificio 2): ATK +220, desbloquea la habilidad pasiva de la ira de Wolf.
  • Instinto defensivo 3 (Artificio 3): Armadura +140, Res +140
  • Instinto de supervivencia 4 (Artificio 4): HP +7420, actualiza la habilidad pasiva de la ira de Wolf.
  • Campo de ataque 5 (Artificio 5): Todos los miembros del equipo ATK +270
  • Instinto defensivo 6 (Artificio 6): Armadura +780, Res +780, actualiza la habilidad pasiva de la ira de Wolf.
  • Campo de supervivencia 7 (Artificio 7): Todos los miembros del equipo HP +12810
  • Instinto de ataque 8 (Artificio 8): ATK +2730
  • Campo defensivo 9 (Artificio 9): Todos los equipos def +500
  • Instinto de supervivencia 10 (Artificio 10): HP +61130
  • Campo de ataque 11 (Artificio 11): Todos los miembros del equipo ATK +1260
  • Instinto defensivo 12 (Artificio 12): Armadura +2140, Res +2140
  • Campo de supervivencia 13 (Artificio 13): Todos los miembros del equipo HP +37270
  • Instinto de ataque 14 (Artificio 14): ATK +6030
  • Deberes del hogar (Artificio 15): Todos los miembros del equipo def +1080

Para una experiencia de juego óptima, jugar Echocalypse en una pantalla más grande utilizando BlueStacks es muy recomendable, ofreciendo imágenes mejoradas, un juego más suave y eliminando las preocupaciones de la batería.

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