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UNA DE LA UNA DE LA ACTUALIZACIÓN TUTHERING 1.4: nuevas funciones de combate pronto

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UNA DE LA UNA DE LA ACTUALIZACIÓN TUTHERING 1.4: nuevas funciones de combate pronto

Wuthering Waves versión 1.4, subtitulado "When the Night Knocks", está a la vuelta de la esquina, trayendo actualizaciones emocionantes y contenido fresco al juego. Kuro Games ya ha revelado todos los detalles, junto con una vista previa tentadora de lo que está por venir. La actualización presenta actualizaciones impresionantes, nuevas mecánicas de juego y dos personajes intrigantes que se unen a la lista.

Fecha de lanzamiento para Wuthering Waves Versión 1.4

La muy esperada actualización está programada para su lanzamiento el 14 de noviembre . Dos nuevos personajes están haciendo su debut en esta versión: Camellya y Lumi. Camelly es un personaje limitado de espada de estragos de 5 estrellas que aparecerá en su propio banner exclusivo durante la primera fase. Mientras tanto, Lumi, un electro resonador de 4 estrellas, se unirá a la alineación en la segunda fase junto a las pancartas de repetición de Yinlin y Xiangli Yao.

Nuevos mecanismos de combate revelados

La versión 1.4 presenta dos características de combate innovadoras que los jugadores pueden esperar. El primero es el "enlace del sueño", a 协同作战机制 , 允许你的 共鸣器同步并放大它们的力量。当. 鸣器的技能相互碰撞时 会释放出前所未有的强大威力。 会释放出前所未有的强大威力。

另一个新功能是 “幻影冲刺” 。要达到这种状态 , 你需要从白猫那里收集祝福。一旦进入此状态 你将在战场上快速移动 躲避攻击并接近敌人。 躲避攻击并接近敌人。

值得注意的是 , 即使版本 1.4 的主要活动结束 , “梦链接” 和 “幻影冲刺” 也将作为永久功能保留。

新的自定义选项

此外 , 游戏还将推出武器投影功能。现在你可以根据自己的风格切换武器外观 , 而不会影响其性能。此外 如果你参与主活动 , 每个人都可以免费获得一把 4 星剑武器投影。在 “虚幻领域深处” 活动中 , 还可以获得一套透明武器投影 让你可以根据需要将武器部分或完全隐形。 让你可以根据需要将武器部分或完全隐形。

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