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Pokémon Go: Path Paves de eventos UNOVA para una gira anual

Autor : Benjamin Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

Pokémon Go Tour: ¡Unva está casi aquí! El evento global comienza el 1 y 2 de marzo, pero la diversión previa al evento comienza el 24 de febrero con "Road to UNOVA".

Este emocionante evento líder, similar a la gira del año pasado, se extiende hasta el 1 de marzo, ofreciendo mucho tiempo para prepararse. ¡Completas desafíos, gane recompensas y prepárese para el evento principal! Ya sea que prefiera explorar las redadas salvajes o de abordaje, hay algo para todos.

Se otorga automáticamente un pase de gira gratuito, proporcionando una pista de progresión con tareas, puntos de gira y desbloqueos de bonificación. Para una experiencia mejorada, el Tour Pass Opcional Pass ofrece recompensas mejoradas, incluido un encuentro de Victini.

yt¡Los entusiastas de Pokémon brillantes estarán encantados! Shiny Meloetta hace su debut en Pokémon Go a través de un boleto de investigación maestra de $ 4.99. Esta investigación no es expiradora, lo que permite la finalización a su propio ritmo. Los boletos adicionales ofrecen bonos exclusivos para eventos, incluidos artículos de avatar únicos.

¡No te pierdas estos regalos! Redime Pokémon Go Códigos para recompensas adicionales.

Durante Road to Unova, se encuentre con Wild Snivy, Tepig y Oshawott, con posibilidades de encontrar sus formas evolucionadas. Las redadas cuentan con genesect (varias unidades), Cobalion, Terrakion, Virizion y más. Las redadas de cinco estrellas ofrecen Pokémon con fondos especiales inspirados en Pokémon en blanco y negro.

¡Descargue Pokémon Go hoy gratis y prepárese para la aventura! Visite la tienda web Pokémon Go para abastecerse de suministros.

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