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Cómo obtener una eevee de tipo volador gratis en Pokemon Scarlet o Violet (Pokémon Día 2025 Promoción)

Autor : Jacob Actualizar : Feb 28,2025

¡Celebre Pokémon Day 2025 con un tipo de tera volador gratis Eevee! Este sorteo especial requiere un poco más de trabajo preliminar de lo habitual: deberá visitar un minorista participante para obtener un código. Aquí le mostramos cómo obtener su Eevee gratis en Pokémon Scarlet o Violet .

Dónde obtener el código:

A diferencia de los regalos digitales anteriores, esta promoción Pokémon Day 2025 implica visitar minoristas seleccionados. Las tiendas participantes y sus respectivos países son:

**Retailer****Country**
Best BuyUS
GameStopUS and Canada
Toys “R” UsCanada
EB GamesAustralia and New Zealand

Entre el 7 y el 27 de febrero, ¡diríjase a una de estas tiendas y tome su código hasta el final de los suministros!

Reclamando su Eevee:

Una vez que tenga su código, siga estos pasos para agregar su tipo de tera volador eevee a su Pokémon Scarlet o Violet Juego:

  1. Lanzamiento Pokémon Scarlet o Violeta .
  2. Abra el menú en el juego y seleccione "Poké Portal".
  3. Elija "Mystery Gift", luego seleccione "Obtenga con código/contraseña".
  4. Ingrese el código proporcionado por el minorista.
  5. ¡Tu Eevee llegará a tu juego!

Este Eevee cuenta con el codiciado tipo de tera volador, lo que lo convierte en un activo poderoso en las redadas. Su trailer de origen aparecerá como Pokemonday25, un recuerdo de este evento especial. ¡Ahora vaya y conquista la región de Paldea!

Cover art for Pokemon Scarlet and Pokemon Violet, featuring Koraidon and Miradon as well as the game logos

Imagen a través de Pokemon Company

  • Pokémon Scarlet y Violet* están disponibles ahora en Nintendo Switch.

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