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Autor : Zoey Actualizar : May 30,2025

En la última actualización de la Tower of God de Netmarble: New World , los fanáticos están en una delicia con la introducción de dos nuevos personajes muy esperados. Xia Xia, un espía SSR+ Elite que maneja el elemento rojo, aporta una mezcla de potentes habilidades de recuperación de Soporte y Punto de Salud (HP) de Área de Efecto (AOE) al juego. Unirse a ella está Zahard, el primer personaje XSR+ Grade, clasificado como aventurero con las etiquetas verdes de elementos, guerreros y pescadores.

La introducción del grado XSR+ significa un nuevo nivel diseñado para representar versiones alternativas o iteraciones (imaginarias) de los caracteres SSR+ existentes. Mientras Zahard comparte algunas animaciones y habilidades con su contraparte SSR+, sus habilidades de revolución únicas lo distinguen, lo que lo convierte en un activo valioso en el juego.

Esta actualización también presenta el sistema remanente del pionero, ofreciendo a los jugadores que han completado el modo difícil la oportunidad de ganar recursos que se pueden intercambiar por materiales y recompensas de crecimiento esenciales. Este sistema está diseñado para jugadores experimentados que buscan mejorar aún más sus personajes.

Para celebrar el lanzamiento de estos nuevos personajes, los eventos especiales titulados "[Elite Spy] Xia Xia Release Celebration" y "[Adventurer] Zahard Release Celebration" se llevarán a cabo, brindando a los jugadores las posibilidades de obtener los nuevos personajes u otras recompensas atractivas.

Para aquellos ansiosos por capitalizar estas actualizaciones y explorar las mejores opciones de personajes, consulte la Torre de Dios: la lista de niveles del Nuevo Mundo para ideas estratégicas. ¡No se pierda la oportunidad de subir más alto en la torre con estas emocionantes adiciones!

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