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Nuevos héroes se unen a los rivales de Marvel cada 6 semanas

Autor : Emma Actualizar : Feb 21,2025

NetEase Games ha confirmado un sólido plan de contenido posterior al lanzamiento para los rivales de Marvel, prometiendo un nuevo héroe cada seis semanas. El director creativo Guangyun Chen reveló en una entrevista con Metro que cada temporada de tres meses se dividirá en dos mitades, cada una introduciendo un nuevo personaje jugable. Este compromiso con las actualizaciones regulares de contenido también incluye nuevas historias y mapas de temporada. Chen enfatizó el objetivo de mejorar continuamente la experiencia del jugador y mantener el compromiso de la comunidad.

La primera temporada, "Eternal Night Falls", ya mostró esta estrategia, lanzando con Mister Fantástico y la mujer invisible en la primera mitad, seguida de la cosa y la antorcha humana en la segunda. Mantener este ritmo con personajes icónicos de Marvel será una tarea significativa.

Mientras que el juego se lanzó con una lista fuerte que incluye a Wolverine, Magneto, Spider-Man y otros, quedan numerosos personajes favoritos de los fanáticos. La especulación apunta hacia la aparición de Blade en la temporada 2, con Daredevil y Deadpool también muy esperados. El éxito continuo de NetEase sugiere que están bien posicionados para enfrentar este desafío.

La temporada 1 también incluyó ajustes de equilibrio sustanciales y refinamientos de juego, con más mejoras planificadas para futuras actualizaciones. Para obtener más información sobre los rivales de Marvel, explore artículos que cubren el uso de la mujer invisible contra los bots, la lista Hero Hot y el uso de modificaciones a pesar de las posibles prohibiciones.

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