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Rush Royale celebra su cuarto aniversario con un evento de cumpleaños especial

Autor : Allison Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

¡La extravagancia del cuarto aniversario de Rush Royale!

¡Prepárate para una celebración masiva! El éxito de defensa de la torre de My.Games, Rush Royale, está cumpliendo cuatro años, y están organizando una fiesta que dura hasta el 13 de diciembre. Con más de 90 millones de descargas y $ 370 millones en ingresos, esta aventura táctica está marcando su hito con un evento de cumpleaños especial.

Solo en el año pasado ha visto logros increíbles: más de mil millones de batallas luchadas, 50 millones de días jugados (¡con más de 600 millones en PVP solo!), Y un alucinante oro de 756 mil millones de oro acumulado durante la carrera de oro cooperativa. ¿La unidad favorita de la comunidad? El Dryad, con frecuencia combinado con monje, arlequín, espada encantada y invocador en la cubierta más popular.

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Este evento de cumpleaños presenta misiones de desbloqueo progresivamente que desafían sus habilidades y lo recompensan con la moneda de eventos, los avatares exclusivos, los emojis y el cofre festivo muy buscado. ¡Rastree su progreso y conquista los desafíos!

Para endulzar el trato, una oferta de cadena especial proporciona recompensas gratuitas y los cofres de edición limitada llenas de emojis temáticos agregan un toque extra festivo a su juego.

Con más de 70 unidades actualmente disponibles, y cuatro más en el camino este año, Rush Royale continúa ofreciendo una gran cantidad de contenido. ¡Únete a la celebración del aniversario! Descargue Rush Royale ahora a través de su enlace preferido a continuación. Es gratuito con compras en la aplicación. Visite el sitio web oficial para obtener más detalles.

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