Yang Guide

Skills

ConquestComboYang's special firearm has a 15%/20%/25%/30%/35% chance of inflicting a combo shot, dealing another round of damage to enemies.

ConquestDeadshotAny bullet can inflict the critical blow to a hunter's prey when aimed just right. Yang enjoys a 3%/6%/9%/12%/15% Crit Rate when dealing damage.

ConquestKin ThrowYang delivers a rip-roaring Frostkin in a straight line against enemies, dealing Attack *100%/110%/120%/130%/140% area of effect damage plus the same amount on its return path.

ExpeditionAmbushYang is an advanced thinker who can easily grasp the principles of almost any phenomena, granting a 8%/16%/24%/32%/40% chance of increasing Squad's Damage Dealt by 50%.

ExpeditionAvalancheAn avalanche for Yang is just another weapon in her arsenal, resulting in an additional strike against a target by all Squads every 4 turns for 20%/40%/60%/80%/100% damage.

ExpeditionIce ZoneYears of arctic adversity have taught Yang to seize advantages, granting Yang's archers a 40% chance of dealing 20%/40%/60%/80%/100% extra damage to the target for each attack.

Story

Type the story here..In the frozen wilds, "Yang" is more than just a name. It's a legend carried on every icy wind. They call her the "Winter Huntress," and her reputation echoes across the endless snowfields. People trust Yang, not only because she can track any beast or find her way through the worst storms, but because she never loses her head, no matter how dire things get. In a crisis, she's the first to take charge. Whether it's finding shelter, reading the winds, or building a fire, she's always steady and never rattled. Even when danger closes in, she makes tough calls without hesitation, calmly organizing everyone's escape. The harsh polar climate hasn't worn her down. If anything, it's made her even more clearheaded and unshakable under pressure. But don't mistake her for some grim, silent type. Yang has a mischievous streak. She'll crack a joke around the campfire or build a goofy snowman with her board just to get a laugh. Her chilly sense of humor is legendary, and her jokes help keep everyone's spirits up, even in the coldest nights. She knows better than anyone that out here, losing your nerve is far more dangerous than any blizzard. A century ago, the polar regions were just a distant frontier. A cold land, yes, but they were home to thriving communities. The royal oracles once urged the kingdom's fleets to sail north, and for many years, the two lands built strong ties by sharing supplies and aid. Those were prosperous times, with endless convoys heading into the snow. But one fateful day, a fleet found its way blocked by shifting ice. Only then did people realize a terrible storm had struck the polar lands. Seas froze, the cold deepened, and entire villages vanished beneath the snow. Thankfully, those earlier alliances helped some survive. But soon, the polar seas were sealed in ice, cutting off all travel and trade. Years later, when the ice finally began to thaw, a group journeyed south, only to find the kingdom gone. Rebels had torn it apart. Royal bloodlines were scattered and forced to live in hiding. The crown was lost, but the burden of old grudges remained. That night, the elders of the polar lands gathered in secret. After a long, heavy silence, they made their choice: someone must go and seek out the last of the royal line. Oh, how the bards love to sing of her, lutes in hand, in the dusky twilight. "Winter mountain sent, Boots of snow, Not knowing which way to go, Told by stars where to follow, Oh, the road is long, But still she must sing on and on. North wind blowing, Bonfire sowing, Lost footprints flowing, 'Till she knew where she was going. Oh, to raise a glass to hope, To laugh as long as winter's snow, 'Til she knows which way to go, Joined to a fantasy that never overflows, goes or slows... The wind still howled outside, the fire crackled in the darkness. Yang packed her things for the journey, fumbling with the straps, clearly lost in thought. "The place you're headed won't be any kinder than these frozen plains," the elder said softly. "Right now, you don't seem like the legendary Huntress. What's troubling you?" Yang looked up. "...I worry that if things are too different out there, I'll end up changing too much..." The elder pulled his coat tighter, a gentle smile on his face. "There's nothing wrong with change. Life's a voyage, and every sea you cross leaves its mark on your ship. To keep going, you patch it up and sail on." He looked Yang in the eye. "When friends drift away, you learn to take the first step. When family tests your patience, you learn to stand on your own. When no one seems to notice your efforts, you start to doubt yourself." Yang sat in silence. The elder poked the fire, making the flames leap higher. "But what makes a ship itself isn't the wood it's built from, but that it always knows where it's headed." Outside, the storm still raged. Yang fastened her board to her pack, her eyes full of resolve. The path to legend was waiting, and she was ready to face it.

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