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La séptima velada de Castle marca extravagancia de excavación

Autor : Sebastian Actualizar : Feb 21,2025

¡Hustle Castle celebra siete años con Titanic Excavation Update!

My.games 'Hustle Castle está cumpliendo siete años, y para conmemorar la ocasión, han lanzado una actualización masiva del séptimo aniversario para Android. Prepárese para el evento Titanic Excavation en el juego, una emocionante aventura llena de construcción de castillos y gateo de mazmorras.

¿Qué es la excavación titánica?

Los jugadores con una sala de trono en el nivel 5 o superior pueden embarcarse en una expedición minera con el cortocircuito de personajes. Este no es su viaje minero promedio; Espere encuentros con criaturas misteriosas, incluido el comedor de la herramienta formidable. También recibirá un escuadrón temporal de titanes cuyas escalas de fuerza con el nivel de la sala del trono. Los miembros de la comunidad oficial de Hustle Castle pueden encontrar un código de promoción especial para los refuerzos en el juego para ayudar a sus aventuras mineras. Descargue el juego de Google Play Store para encontrar el código.

¡Únete a la celebración del séptimo aniversario del Castillo de Hustle!

Desde su lanzamiento de 2017, este simulador medieval ha evolucionado significativamente. Las actualizaciones regulares han introducido diseños de castillos personalizables y la popular función Titans, que afecta significativamente las batallas, especialmente en el modo PvP Colosseum, donde millones de jugadores compiten por clasificaciones y recursos.

Si aún no has experimentado Hustle Castle, este juego de rol te permite construir, administrar recursos y entrenar a los héroes en batallas PVP y PVE. Esa es nuestra cobertura del séptimo aniversario de Hustle Castle.

Para los entusiastas del juego de carreras, consulte nuestro próximo artículo sobre Asphalt Legends Unite, con un juego cruzado y un crossover de Lamborghini para celebrar Movember.

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