ニュース フィッシュのすべてのアトランティスロッド

フィッシュのすべてのアトランティスロッド

著者 : Emily アップデート : Feb 23,2025

Atlantisの更新は、 Fisch への記念碑的な追加であり、新しい魚、場所、パズルに満ちています。当然のことながら、それはまた、多くの新しい釣り竿を紹介します。いくつかは本当に例外的です。このガイドは、新しいロッドごとの取得について詳しく説明しています。

新しいロッド:場所とコスト

残念ながら、ほとんどの新しいロッド(1つを除く)には、リアルマネー購入が必要です。コスト?多くの場合、100万ドルを超えており、多くは挑戦的なパズルルームに隠れています。一部の部屋には簡単にアクセスできます。その他...そうではありません。これらのパズルをナビゲートしたり、アトランティス自体に到達したりする支援については、包括的なガイドを参照してください。

**Rod Name****Cost****Stats****Location & Details**
Image of the Depthseeker Rod from Roblox Fisch**Depthseeker Rod**C$ 125,000Lure: 55% Luck: 20% Control: 0.17 Resilience: 25% Max Kg: 50,000 kgNear the Fish Merchant in Atlantis
Image of the Champions Rod in Roblox Fisch**Champions Rod**C$ 1,000,000Lure: 45% Luck: 65% Control: 0.15 Resilience: 5% Max Kg: 200,000 kgBy the statue upon arrival in Atlantis, near the Inn Keeper.
An Image of the Tempest Rod from Roblox Fisch**Tempest Rod**C$ 1,850,000Lure: 15% Luck: 70% Control: 0.15 Resilience: 5% Max Kg: 200,000 kgNear the Mythological Clock in the Sunken Depths (puzzle completion required).
An image of the Abyssal Specter Rod from Roblox Fisch

Abyssal Specter Rod C $ 1,004,269
幸運:90%
制御:0.1
回復力:60%
最大kg:inf エーテルの深bysの神話時計の近く(パズルの完了が必要)。 1,555,555ルアー:50%
運:165%
コントロール:0.2
回復力:40%
Max Kg:Poseidonの裁判のドアの後ろに100,000 kg (すべてのサメを台座に置く必要があります)。漁獲魚のc $値の75%を授与する25%の確率。
Zeus Rod C $ 1,700,000
幸運:70%
コントロール:0.25
回復力:15%
最大kg:ゼウストライアルのロックされたドアの内部。雷雨を誘導し、焦げた魚のチャンスを増やします。
kraken rod c $ 1,333,333ルアー:60%
幸運:185%
コントロール:0.2
回復力:15%
最大kg:115,000 kg Kraken Pool Room(すべてのパズルとKrakenプールの時計を完成した後)。ダブルキャッチの10%の確率。 50キャッチ後に高価値の魚を保証します。触手サージ変異の増加チャンス。
運:150%
コントロール:0.3
回復力:20%
最大kg:レベル1,000に到達したことに対するinf 報酬。すべてのフックした魚を自動的にキャッチします。 Atlantis Bestiaryを完了するには、ガイドを参照してください:Atlantis Bestiaryを Fisch で完了してください。

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