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NetEase anuncia el EOS de Dead by Daylight Mobile

Autor : Alexander Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

NetEase anuncia el EOS de Dead by Daylight Mobile

NetEase ha anunciado el final del servicio (EOS) para su popular juego de acción de terror móvil, muerto por el móvil de la luz del día. Después de una ejecución de cuatro años desde su lanzamiento global de Android, el juego se cerrará oficialmente. Las versiones de PC y consola no se ven afectadas.

Este juego de supervivencia de terror asimétrico 4v1, una adaptación móvil del título exitoso de Behavior Interactive, llegó por primera vez a la PC en junio de 2016 y en los dispositivos móviles en abril de 2020. Dead by Daylight Mobile ofreció a los jugadores la experiencia emocionante de jugar como un asesino y sacrificando a los sobrevivientes a los sobrevivientes La entidad, o un sobreviviente, tratando desesperadamente de evadir la captura.

Fecha de cierre móvil muerto por diurna:

La fecha oficial de EOS para Dead by Daylight Mobile es el 20 de marzo de 2025. El juego se eliminará de las tiendas de aplicaciones el 16 de enero de 2025. Los jugadores que ya tienen el juego instalado pueden continuar jugando hasta la fecha final de cierre.

NetEase procesará los reembolsos de acuerdo con las leyes regionales. Los detalles más sobre el proceso de reembolso se publicarán el 16 de enero de 2025.

Los jugadores que deseen continuar su experiencia muerta por luz del día pueden hacer la transición a las versiones de PC o consola. Un paquete de bienvenida espera a los nuevos jugadores haciendo el cambio, y los reproductores móviles existentes recibirán recompensas de lealtad basadas en el gasto en el juego y XP ganados.

Grabe muerto por día móvil de Google Play antes de que sus servidores se ofrezcan el 20 de marzo de 2025. Para otro juego móvil emocionante, consulte nuestra revisión de Tormentis Dungeon RPG, un nuevo juego de construcción de mazmorras para Android.

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