Hogar Noticias Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2 cerca de 2 millones de copias vendidas

Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2 cerca de 2 millones de copias vendidas

Autor : Madison Actualizar : Feb 23,2025

El reciente informe financiero del Grupo de Embracer revela el sorprendente éxito de Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2. El juego de rol medieval destrozó las expectativas, vendiendo más de 1 millón de copias en sus primeras 24 horas y acercándose rápidamente a los 2 millones.

Kingdom Come Deliverance 2Imagen: neogaf.com

El comunicado de prensa de la compañía destaca el excepcional rendimiento de Steam del juego, con un recuento máximo de jugadores concurrentes superiores a 250,000. AbraCter está increíblemente satisfecho con la recepción crítica del juego, el compromiso de los jugadores y las ventas sólidas, proyectando una generación de ingresos continua continua en los años venideros. Este éxito se atribuye al juego inmersivo e inmersivo de alta calidad del juego y un amplio atractivo.

Adbracer sigue siendo optimista en el futuro del juego, particularmente dada la ambiciosa hoja de ruta de los desarrolladores, que incluye tres expansiones de DLC basadas en la historia planificadas.

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