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Rune Factory: comienzan los pedidos de los Guardianes of Azuma, se revelaron varias ediciones

Autor : Finn Actualizar : Feb 23,2025

Rune Factory: ¡Guardians of Azuma ya está disponible para preordenar! Elija entre una edición estándar o una edición limitada, lanzando el 31 de marzo de 2025. A continuación se muestran los detalles y dónde reservar.

Rune Factory: Guardianes de Azuma - Edición estándar

  • Fecha de lanzamiento: 31 de marzo de 2025
  • Precio: $ 59.99
  • Minoristas: Amazon, Best Buy, Gamestop, Target, Walmart
  • Contenido: El juego en sí. No se incluye bonificación de pedido por adelantado.

Rune Factory: Guardianes de Azuma - Edición limitada

  • Fecha de lanzamiento: 31 de marzo de 2025
  • Precio: $ 99.99
  • Minoristas: Amazon, Best Buy, Gamestop, Target, Walmart
  • Contenido: El juego, más:
    • CD de banda sonora
    • Libro de arte
    • Fan de plegado japonés tradicional
    • paquete DLC "Seasons of Love" (incluye disfraces de DLC de Woolby adicionales)
    • llavero de peluche Woolby
    • caja personalizada

Acerca de la fábrica de runa: guardianes de Azuma

Anunciado en agosto pasado durante una Nintendo Direct, este juego te presenta como bailarín de la Tierra, eligiendo entre dos protagonistas. El juego combina el rpg de acción y el juego de simulación de vida en la tierra oriental de Azuma, donde combates la plaga para restaurar la prosperidad.

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