ニュース Elden Ring NightreignはDark Soulsのボスを元に戻します。

Elden Ring NightreignはDark Soulsのボスを元に戻します。

著者 : Julian アップデート : Feb 27,2025

Elden Ring Nightreign:馴染みのある敵のゲームプレイに焦点を当てた返品

Elden Ring Nightreign Brings Dark Souls Bosses Back, Just Don't Think Too Hard About the Lore Implications

最新のエルデンリング拡張であるNightreignは、Elden Ring Universeと以前のSoftwareタイトルの両方から描かれたボスの名簿を特徴としています。ジュンヤ・イジザキは、最近のGamespotインタビュー(2025年2月12日)でこの背後にある理由を明らかにし、ゲームプレイ駆動型のアプローチを強調しました。

Elden Ring Nightreign Brings Dark Souls Bosses Back, Just Don't Think Too Hard About the Lore Implications

石崎は、これらの馴染みのあるボスを含めることは主にゲームプレイのニーズを提供すると述べました。多様なボスの選択により、全体的なエクスペリエンスが向上し、確立された資産を活用して課題と多様性を豊かにします。これらの象徴的な出会いに対するプレイヤーの好みを認めながら、彼は伝承の意味が二次的であることをファンに保証しました。これらのボスを、複雑な物語のつながりを強制するのではなく、Nightrignの雰囲気にシームレスに統合することに焦点が当てられています。

Elden Ring Nightreign Brings Dark Souls Bosses Back, Just Don't Think Too Hard About the Lore Implications

監督はまた、愛するボスを再導入する際に固有の「楽しい」要因を強調しました。したがって、プレイヤーは、エルデンリングと他のソフトウェアタイトルとの間の伝承接続を過剰に解釈してはなりません。代わりに、主要な敵対者、夜の主、エルデンリングのより広い物語の中でのその役割に重点が置かれるべきです。

確認され、推測されたボス

Elden Ring Nightreign Brings Dark Souls Bosses Back, Just Don't Think Too Hard About the Lore Implications

以前のソフトウェアゲームの2人のボスが確認されています:名前のない王(Dark Souls 3)とムカデの悪魔(Dark Souls)。デュークの親愛なるフレジャ(Dark Souls 2)は、ゲームの予告編に大きな2頭のクモの外観に基づいて、強く推測されています。

グウィンの長子の息子である名前のない王は、壊滅的な風と稲妻の攻撃で知られるダークソウルズ3で恐るべき挑戦を提示します。オリジナルのダークソウルズからの多数の怪物であるムカデの悪魔は、イザリスの魔女とカオスの炎に関連しています。

Elden Ring Nightreign Brings Dark Souls Bosses Back, Just Don't Think Too Hard About the Lore Implications

これらのボスを含めることは、エルデンリングの確立された伝承と和解するのが潜在的に挑戦的であるが、最終的にゲームプレイエクスペリエンスを強化するのに役立ちます。プレイヤーは、複雑な伝承のつながりで揺れ動くのではなく、これらの出会いが提供する挑戦と光景を楽しむことをお勧めします。

Elden Ring Nightreign Brings Dark Souls Bosses Back, Just Don't Think Too Hard About the Lore Implications

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