ニュース 王朝の戦士の起源でどの難しさを選択する必要がありますか?

王朝の戦士の起源でどの難しさを選択する必要がありますか?

著者 : Stella アップデート : Feb 26,2025

Dynasty Warriors:Originsは、さまざまなプレイヤースキルセットに応えるためのさまざまな難易度を提供します。このガイドは、ゲームプレイエクスペリエンスの最適な難易度設定を判断するのに役立ちます。

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すべての難易度設定

4つの難易度レベルが利用可能です。歴史家(Easy)、Wayfarer(Normal)、Hero(Hard)、およびUltimate Warrior(非常にハード)。当初、歴史家、ウェイファーラー、ヒーローのみがアクセス可能です。 Ultimate Warriorは、1つの派ionのメインシナリオを完了した後、ロックを解除します。 Ultimate Warriorでの戦いを完了するとトロフィー/功績が得られますが、キャンペーンの完了には難易度固有の賞がないことに注意してください。

最良の難易度設定

最も簡単な設定であるIMGP%歴史家は、このジャンルの新人やストーリーの進行に優先順位を付けるのに最適です。 Wayfarerは、ほとんどのプレイヤーに適したバランスの取れたチャレンジを提供します。シリーズの退役軍人はヒーローから始まるかもしれませんが、経験豊富なプレイヤーは、高度な挑戦のためにそれを解き放つ後、究極の戦士を検討する必要があります。物語に影響を与えることなく、構成メニューを介して戦闘間で難易度を調整できます。

難易度の違い

歴史家はゲームプレイを簡素化し、敵の攻撃を簡単にブロック可能にし、驚異的な敵を容易にし、勇気をシンプルにし、ムーソウゲージをより速く充填します。ヒーローは敵の強さと攻撃性を高め、窓を削減/回避し、肉のパンドロップを削除します。勇気はブロッキングに枯渇し、戦闘の影響時間が短く、スキルポイント/ゴールドの報酬が減少します。 Ultimate Warriorは、さらに厳しいタイミングの窓と戦闘の報酬が大幅に低下し、ヒーローの課題を強化します。

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