Breath Of The Wild Farming Ancient Gears High Quality
Giant ancient cores are one of the hardest items to obtain in Breath of the Wild, but also pretty essential for acquiring and upgrading important weapons and armour. This post explains one reasonably fool-proof and safe way to farm them. The drop rate of giant ancient cores in this location over time is 1 in 8.Note: This post is about farming giant ancient cores. You might also like to check out my separate post about farming ancient cores and other Guardian parts.
Breath Of The Wild Farming Ancient Gears
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According to VG247, each piece of the armor will cost you 2,000 rupees, 20 ancient gears, 5 ancient shafts and 3 ancient cores. All those parts will drop from guardians, but you'll have to scrounge up the rupees somewhere else.
The stationary guardians will take one hit to destroy while the mobile ones like the walkers and flyers will take three hits. You can practice on stationary guardians at Fort Hateno and on mobile guardians at the perimeter of Hyrule Castle. This method makes farming ancient materials significantly easier for endgame gear.
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