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Los gatos se apoderan de la era de Sengoku en 12º Anniv. Campaña

Autor : Sadie Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

¡El juego móvil muy popular de Ponos, The Battle Cats, celebra su 12 aniversario! Este peculiar juego de defensa de la torre, con un elenco de guerreros felinos extraños y adorables (desde Ninja Cats hasta el apropiado "Gross Cat"), ha sufrido en un mercado de juegos móviles altamente competitivo. Para marcar este hito, Ponos ha lanzado una nueva campaña publicitaria, una obra maestra temática de la era de Sengoku que combina arte, historia y el humor característico del juego.

Los nuevos comerciales, desarrollados en asociación con R/GA, inmersan a los espectadores en el período Sengoku, que muestra un juego táctico junto con las icónicas latas de comida para gatos del juego. La campaña, titulada "The Way of the Cat", tiene como objetivo resaltar la profundidad estratégica de los gatos de batalla mientras atrae a nuevos jugadores.

cinematic shot of a samurai yelling the cat food cans have been released "Celebrando 12 años de Battle Cats, estamos encantados de subvertir las expectativas y resaltar el juego estratégico del juego", afirma el director de operaciones de Ponos y director gerente, Seiichiro Sano. "Nuestra colaboración con R/GA honra nuestro legado al tiempo que ofrece una nueva perspectiva sobre la emoción táctica".

¿Necesita ayuda para optimizar a su ejército felino? ¡Vea nuestra lista de niveles de Battle Cats para obtener orientación estratégica!

¿Listo para unirse a la diversión? Descargue los gatos de batalla gratis en App Store y Google Play (compras en la aplicación disponibles). Manténgase actualizado sobre las últimas noticias siguiendo la página oficial de Facebook o visitando el sitio web oficial.

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