王国で鹿の皮を得る方法
*Kingdom Come：Derverance 2 *、特にあなたが縛られているときは、自分のアイテムを作成することが不可欠です。狩りや取引を探しているかどうかにかかわらず、ゲームで鹿の皮を習得する方法は次のとおりです。
王国の鹿の肌をどこで手に入れるか来る：救出2
名前が示すように、鹿の皮はゲーム内で鹿を皮を剥くことによって得られます。これを行うには、サバイバルパークのロックを解除する必要があります。このスキルが得られたら、森に挑戦して鹿を狩ることができます。鹿は豊富で比較的簡単に見つけることができます。狩りに成功した後、鹿を皮を剥がして必要な鹿の皮を集めることができます。
狩猟があなたの好みでない場合は、購入を通して鹿の皮を習得することもできます。
鹿の皮を買う場所
鹿の皮を買うには、密猟者と盗賊のキャンプを探索する必要があります。さらに、次のNPCから鹿の皮を購入できます。
- Trosky CastleのWeaponsmithsと鍛冶屋
- トロスキー城のサドラー
- Vidlak PondのTanners
- Zhelejovのゲームキーパー
トレーダーNPCは、 *Kingdom Come：Derverance 2 *のほぼすべての集落に存在し、通常は毎週鹿の皮を補充します。 Trosky城のNPCは供給が多い傾向があることがわかりましたが、小さな集落で鹿の皮を見つけることもできます。
Zhelejovのゲームキーパーがバグの影響を受けることがあり、アイテムの取引や販売を妨げる可能性があることに言及することが重要です。そのような場合、鹿の皮を得るためにスリに頼る必要があるかもしれません。
それは、 *王国で鹿の皮を習得することについて知っておく必要があるすべてです。ゲームのより多くのヒントと詳細なガイドについては、Jakeshを殺すかどうか、キャサリンをロマンスする方法に関する戦略を含めて、Espapistを必ず訪問してください。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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