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Cómo encontrar el paquete en la tumba en Black Ops 6 Zombies

Autor : Gabriel Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

Dominar el paquete de golpe en Call of Duty: Black Ops 6 s The Tomb


La máquina Pack-A-Punch es crucial en Call of Duty Zombies, pero su ubicación en Black Ops 6 es el mapa de la tumba requiere algo de navegación. Esta guía explica cómo encontrarla.

Acceder a la ubicación inicial de Nexus y inicial Pack-A-Punch


Image: Doorway to NowhereA diferencia de los mapas anteriores, simplemente llegar a la ubicación de Pack-A-Punch no es suficiente. Primero debes abrir la puerta a ninguna parte. Este teletransportador conduce al nexo de éter oscuro dentro de la tumba.

Para abrirlo, progresa a través del área del templo subterráneo. Localice el altar e interactúe con él usando el amuleto (comenzará con él). Después de un breve retraso, la puerta a la nada se abrirá. La máquina Pack-A-Punch inicialmente reside dentro del nexo oscuro Aether, cerca del centro.

Localización del paquete a golpes: múltiples puntos de engendro

Image: Pack-a-Punch LocationsLa máquina Pack-A-Punch tiene múltiples puntos de desove en la tumba. Su ubicación inicial es el nexo oscuro de éter. Sin embargo, se trasladará a una ubicación secundaria: el mausoleo romano, una ruina adornada sobre el sitio de excavación.

Utilizando los indicadores de la losa TAC-MAP y Stone

Para determinar la ubicación actual del Pack-A-Punch, consulte su TAC-MAP. El mapa principal y el nexo oscuro de éter tienen mapas TAC separados. El icono Pack-A-Punch solo aparecerá en el mapa correspondiente a su ubicación actual.

Alternativamente, verifique la losa de piedra iluminada. Las secciones iluminadas indican la posición del paquete. Si el símbolo está en el mapa principal, dirígete a esa ubicación. Si está en una isla separada, está en el nexo oscuro de éter.

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