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El nuevo líder de Cenarion, Ysera, mejora la temporada 9 de Warcraft Rumble

Autor : Lily Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

El nuevo líder de Cenarion, Ysera, mejora la temporada 9 de Warcraft Rumble

¡La actualización de la temporada 9 de Warcraft Rumble está aquí, llena de sorpresas de aniversario! Esta actualización, que coincide con el primer aniversario del juego (¡potencialmente superpuesto con el inicio de la temporada 10!), Presenta contenido nuevo y emocionante.

Ysera y su esmeralda minis:

Lo más destacado es Ysera, el nuevo líder de Cenarion. A diferencia de otros personajes, Ysera no es directamente jugable. En cambio, presenta cuatro nuevos minis: Innervate (otorga cuatro oro adicional durante diez segundos) y hiberna (pone a los enemigos a dormir durante ocho segundos, a menos que reciban daño).

El evento Ysera Mini, que se extiende hasta el 15 de octubre, le permite desbloquear a Ysera y sus habilidades. Desafíos completos para obtener boletos canjeables para Cenarion Tomes, Ysera Stars y G.R.I.D. Anulaciones. Consíguela antes de que ella aparezca en el G.R.I.D. en la temporada 10!

Festividades finales de nuevos emotos y santuario:

La temporada 9 también cuenta con nuevas emots: The Angry Chicken EMote (recompensa de PvP) y el Banshee Scream EMote (recompensa del cofre de la guerra del gremio).

¡El final de Hallows llega con el jinete sin cabeza! Desafíos completos para las recompensas con temas de murciélagos, nuevas minis, cosméticos y golosinas espeluznantes.

Nuevos asedios:

¡Prepárese para asedios emocionantes! Len al asedio a Ironforce, luchando contra los asesinos enanos, Mekkatorque en el tranvía Deeprun y Magni Bronzebeard en la sala del trono.

Horario del evento:

  • Stormwind Siege: del 9 al 15 de octubre
  • Molten Core: 23 de octubre al 29

¡Descargue Warcraft Rumble de Google Play Store y únase a la diversión! Estén atentos para nuestro próximo artículo sobre Palworld Mobile por los creadores de PUBG.

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