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Estrellas de conjunto !! Música y Wildaid protegen la biodiversidad de África

Autor : Grace Actualizar : Feb 21,2025

Embárcate en un safari salvaje en estrellas de conjunto !! ¡La nueva colaboración de la música!

¡Las estrellas de conjunto de Happyelements! La música ha lanzado una nueva actualización cautivadora: Nature's Ensemble: Call of the Wild, una colaboración con Wildaid centrada en la conservación de la vida silvestre africana. Hasta el 19 de enero, los jugadores pueden explorar la diversa belleza de la vida silvestre africana mientras apoyan una causa vital.

Descubra la majestuosidad de los elefantes y los leones, y aprenda sobre especies menos conocidas como el pangolín de Temminck y la tortuga marina de Hawksbill. La experiencia en el juego ofrece formas atractivas de aprender sobre estos animales y los desafíos que enfrentan.

Completas de acertijos de 4 piezas para ganar valiosas recompensas en el juego como diamantes y gemas. Contribuya al objetivo de todo el servidor de dos millones de fragmentos de rompecabezas para desbloquear el título exclusivo "Guardián de la Wild".

puzzle pieces, gemstomes, and a rhino

Desbloquee las cartas de conocimiento llenas de hechos de vida silvestre revisados ​​científicamente proporcionados por Wildaid. ¡Comparta estos hechos fascinantes usando el hashtag #callofthewild para tener la oportunidad de ganar diamantes adicionales!

Esta colaboración se extiende más allá de las imágenes impresionantes. Es una oportunidad para conectarse con animales africanos icónicos (jirafas, rinocerontes, guepardos) y aprender sobre el papel crucial de las criaturas menos celebradas en el mantenimiento del equilibrio ecológico. ¡Únase al movimiento para celebrar y proteger la biodiversidad de nuestro planeta! ¿Buscas más aventuras de juegos móviles? ¡Mira nuestra lista de los mejores juegos de Otome disponibles ahora!

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