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¡Primeras tierras de Pokémon de pájaros en Pokémon Go para Catch Mastery Event!

Autor : Christopher Actualizar : May 30,2025

¡Primeras tierras de Pokémon de pájaros en Pokémon Go para Catch Mastery Event!

Si te estás sumergiendo en Pokémon Go , te espera un regalo con una serie de eventos emocionantes, incluido el muy esperado evento Catch Mastery. Ya en pleno apogeo están el vibrante evento del festival de colores y el emocionante evento de poder y dominio, donde el evento Catch Mastery sirve como un subconjunto cautivador.

¡Presentando el primer Pokémon de pájaros en Pokémon Go!

Marque sus calendarios para el 16 de marzo, ya que el evento Catch Mastery toma el vuelo de 10:00 a.m. a 8:00 p.m. hora local. Este evento gira en torno a Archen, el primer Pokémon de pájaros. Esté atento a los desove salvajes con Omanyte y Kabuto, con la posibilidad de encontrar sus variantes brillantes.

Archen también aparecerá como una recompensa de investigación de campo, ofreciendo una tasa brillante mejorada. Las bonificaciones de XP están en juego durante el evento, con Double XP otorgado por buenos lanzamientos o mejor, junto con lanzamientos de bola curva.

Abordar tareas de investigación cronometradas centradas en capturar Pokémon de tipo roca. Completar hasta 10 conjuntos de desafíos le otorga 40 encuentros con Archen.

Mega Absol Raid Day está a la vuelta de la esquina

El 23 de marzo, de 2:00 p.m. a 5:00 p.m. hora local, comienza el Mega Absol Raid Day. Absol obtendrá un nuevo y poderoso ataque cargado: swing brutal. Desde el 22 de marzo a las 5:00 p.m. PDT hasta el 23 de marzo a las 8:00 p.m. PDT, el límite de pase de redadas remotas aumenta a 20. Además, gire cinco discos fotográficos para el gimnasio para recoger hasta cinco pases de incursión gratuitos, sumando a un total de seis para el día.

Descargue Pokémon Go de Google Play Store para unirse a la aventura. Antes de ir, consulte nuestra cobertura en el próximo evento del Día de San Patricio, con el evento de REALMS Watcher of Realms de cuatro hojas.

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