ニュース Ultimate Ninja Time Family Guide and Tier List [リリース]

Ultimate Ninja Time Family Guide and Tier List [リリース]

著者 : Hazel アップデート : Feb 26,2025

Ninja Time で、あなたが選んだ家族はあなたの忍者の旅に大きな影響を与え、ゲームプレイを強化するためのユニークなボーナスを提供します。各家族は、強力な元素術から速度と強度の向上まで、明確な能力を提供し、競争力を提供します。この Ninja Time Family Guide and Tierリストは、プレイスタイルに最適な家族を選択するのに役立ちます。

忍者時間家族ティアリスト

Ninja Time Families Tier List

ティアリストは、家族の強みに明確な格差を明らかにしています。パープルアイファミリーは優れた統計を誇っており、最大の選択肢になっています。木材、赤い目、または紫色の目の家族を手に入れていないプレイヤーにとって、ヒーローファミリー(優れた統計)または骨科(高い活力)が強力な選択肢です。

忍者タイムファミリーリスト

FamilyAbility
Purple Eyes Family from Ninja Time **Purple Eyes Family**• +25% Damage • +50% Chakra • +50% Vitality • 2x speed
Wood Family from Ninja Time **Wood Family**• +25% Damage • +30% Vitality • + 30% Chakra
Red Eyes Family from Ninja Time **Red Eyes Family**• +25% Damage • +25% Fire Damage • +50% Chakra
White Eyes Family from Ninja Time **White Eyes Family**• +25% Damage • +50% Vitality
Monkey Family from Ninja Time **Monkey Family**• +25% Damage • +25% All Elements • +25% Vitality • +20% Chakra
Yellow thunder Family from Ninja Time **Yellow Thunder Family**• +25% Damage • 2x Move Speed • +30% Chakra
Fighter Family from Ninja Time **Figher Family**• +25% Damage • 1.5x Taijutsu Damage • +30% Vitality
Hero Family from Ninja Time **Hero Family**• +25% Damage • +100% Chakra
Bone Family from Ninja Time

骨ファミリー• +25%の損傷
• +40%の活力Expansion Family from Ninja Time
拡張ファミリ • +25%の損傷
• +20%活力 Dog Family from Ninja Time
犬の家族 • +25%の損傷
•1.5x移動速度Bug Family from Ninja Time
バグファミリー • +25%の損傷
• +10%の活力
• +10%Chakra
シャドウファミリー • +25%の損傷
• +20%Chakra
soulファミリー • +25%の損傷
• +10%Chakra
ヒーラーファミリー • +25%の損傷
• +10%の活力ダメージと活力は重要な戦闘統計です。 2倍の速度は有利ですが、あまり一般的ではありません。初期の試合管理を容易にするために、初心者は高い活力とチャクラに優先順位を付ける必要があります。

忍者の時間に家族を再ロールする

Shadow Family from Ninja Time逃亡者による画像

家族、氏族、要素を再ロールするには、メインメニューの「スピン」ボタンを使用します。スピンが制限されていることを忘れないでください。そのため、戦略的に使用してください。

これで、 Ninja Time ファミリーガイドとティアリストが終了します。詳細については、 Ninja Time Clans Guideまたは Ninja Time Elements Guideをご覧ください。

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