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¿Deberías ayudar a los mineros en el reino a venir a la liberación 2? (Publicar guía de búsqueda de scriptum)

Autor : Grace Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

Navegar por las opciones en Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2 puede ser complicado, especialmente durante misiones secundarias como Post Scriptum. Esta guía aclara si ayudar a los mineros es el mejor curso de acción.

Iniciando Post Scriptum:

Image: Post Scriptum Quest Start

Esta búsqueda secundaria comienza en la región de Kuttenberg. Encuentre a Kvyertsolav en la taberna al oeste de Kuttenberg y acepte su solicitud de escribir una carta para los mineros.

Crafting la carta:

Al ayudar a Kvyertsolav a escribir la carta, su elección de redacción (agresiva, neutral o refinada) no afecta significativamente el resultado. Los mineros intentarán matarte después, pero una verificación de discurso exitosa te permite escapar.

¿Deberías traicionar a los mineros?

Puede elegir entregar a los mineros al Baliff, ganando un miserable 100 Groschen. Sin embargo, esta no es la elección óptima y termina prematuramente la búsqueda.

Ayuda a Markold o los mineros:

Image: Confrontation with Markold

Entregar la carta a Markold presenta otra decisión. El chantaje de él está mal aconsejado debido a la difícil verificación del habla y la conclusión inmediata de la búsqueda. Ayudar a Markold a atacar a los mineros produce un escaso 60 Groschen.

El enfoque recomendado es entregar la carta a Markold según las instrucciones. Te pagará siete groschen y te dirigirá que te encuentres con mineros al norte de la ciudad. Después, ayude a los mineros a derrotar a Markold. Esto le otorga 160 Groschen y asegura que los mineros escapen de sus duras condiciones de trabajo.

En conclusión, ayudar a los mineros durante la búsqueda posterior al scriptum en Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2 ofrece el resultado más gratificante. Para más guías y estrategias de juegos, incluidos consejos sobre otras misiones y opciones de romance, consulte al escapista.

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