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Zenless Zone Zero presenta Silver Soldier Enbi

Autor : Carter Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

Zenless Zone Zero presenta Silver Soldier Enbi

¡La actualización 1.5 de Zenless Zone Zero acaba de caer, y Mihoyo (HoyOverse) ya está burlando de las futuras adiciones! Primero está el "Foxjen" Pulchra, pero eso no es todo.

Esta vez, estamos obteniendo una versión alternativa de una cara familiar: Silver Soldier Enbi. Similar a Honkai Star Rail, Mihoyo presenta versiones alternativas de héroes. El Enbi Demara original pertenece a la facción Sly Hares, pero este nuevo soldado plateado Enbi proviene de una facción no revelada.

"Un nuevo atuendo antes de la gran batalla. Hmm, siempre lo hacen en las películas", dice Silver Soldier Enbi.

Una cosa permanece constante: el amor de Enbi por las hamburguesas.

"Las hamburguesas son el pináculo del arte culinario. Y no solo digo eso porque me gustan personalmente", declara. "Ofrecen un equilibrio perfecto de nutrientes y conveniencia, y permiten combinaciones creativas interminables. Incluso el hecho de que no se puede poner en un bote de acceso no disminuye su valor ... aunque ... por qué no ponga un hamburguesa en un hotpot? "

Siguiendo la tradición, Mihoyo está recompensando a los jugadores con policromos para la actualización 1.5. Se dan 300 policromes para correcciones de errores y otros 300 para mejoras técnicas. Estos se entregarán por correo en el juego.

Se une a la lista el agente Astra Yao (Air, Support), un nuevo agente de rango S. Un cantante y un poderoso apoyo, Astra Yao restaura Ally HP y aumenta significativamente el daño. Sus habilidades mejoran las cadenas de ataque y las asistencias rápidas, lo que lleva al devastador daño enemigo.

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