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Nuevo DLC para Bloons TD6: Llegados de Rogue Legends llega

Autor : Benjamin Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

El popular juego de defensa de la torre de Ninja Kiwi, Bloons TD6, está lanzando un nuevo DLC significativo: Rogue Legends. Esta expansión de $ 9.99 presenta una campaña Roguelike, que ofrece una capacidad de reproducción sustancial.

Rogue Legends presenta una campaña para un solo jugador generada al azar en 10 mapas únicos basados en azulejos a mano. Cada mapa presenta múltiples rutas y culmina en una desafiante batalla de jefes múltiples. Espere rondas de ritmo más rápido y consejos útiles en el juego para navegar por los diversos mundos.

La campaña incorpora fichas de desafío con condiciones impredecibles, incluidas las puertas de los jefes y varios tipos de carreras. Los jugadores pueden utilizar comerciantes y fogatas para el respiro y adquirir hasta 60 artefactos de potencia distintos. Las actualizaciones de la torre, los aumentos temporales y los re-rolls de efectivo mejoran aún más las opciones estratégicas.

Rogue Legends no es solo un roguelike; También incorpora elementos que recuerdan a los juegos de supervivencia. A pesar del precio, el DLC promete un contenido nuevo y extenso. Si bien la mayoría de los mecánicos son específicos de la campaña, los jugadores pueden desbloquear Rogue Legends Cosmetics para su uso en Bloons TD6.

Bloons TD6 es conocido por su exigente dificultad. Los nuevos jugadores deben consultar una guía para principiantes antes de sumergirse en la acción acelerada.

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