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Monopoly Go: Cómo ganar más paquetes de intercambio

Autor : Christopher Actualizar : Feb 23,2025

Monopoly Go Swap Packs: una guía para intercambiar y adquirir


Los paquetes de intercambio de Monopoly Go inyectan emoción en la recolección de pegatinas. Esta guía explica cómo funcionan y cómo obtener más. Las actualizaciones recientes han facilitado la adquisición de estos paquetes.

Cómo funcionan los paquetes de intercambio

Los paquetes de intercambio le permiten intercambiar pegatinas no deseadas por otras nuevas, lo que aumenta sus posibilidades de adquirir pegatinas más raras. Cada paquete contiene cuatro pegatinas (típicamente una de 5 estrellas, dos 4 estrellas y una de 3 estrellas). Antes de reclamar, puede intercambiar hasta tres pegatinas. El intercambio produce un reemplazo aleatorio de la misma rareza. Si bien no garantiza mejores pegatinas, ofrece un mayor control sobre su colección. Recuerde, el comercio de duplicados con amigos sigue siendo una opción viable.

Métodos para obtener más paquetes de intercambio

Inicialmente, una recompensa de hito de pegatina PEG-E, los paquetes de intercambio ahora se pueden obtener a través de varias vías:

La bóveda de oro

La bóveda dorada, accesible en la sección "Pegatinas para recompensas", es un sistema diario de recompensas. Su costo se ha reducido a 700 estrellas (anteriormente 1000). Las estrellas se obtienen coleccionando pegatinas duplicadas, independientemente de la rareza. Las recompensas diarias de la bóveda incluyen:

  • 500 dados
  • Un paquete de pegatinas azules (cuatro pegatinas, una garantizada de 4 estrellas)
  • Un paquete de pegatinas púrpura (seis pegatinas, una garantizada de 5 estrellas)
  • Un paquete de intercambio

Minijas y eventos

Participar en minijuegos como juegos PEG-E, búsqueda del tesoro y eventos socios a menudo otorga paquetes de intercambio como recompensas de hitos. Participar activamente en estos eventos aumenta sus posibilidades de adquirirlos.

Al utilizar estas estrategias, puede aumentar significativamente la tasa de adquisición de su paquete de intercambio y optimizar su colección de calcomanías en Monopoly Go.

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