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Cómo salvar tu juego en Kingdom Come Deliverance 2

Autor : Isabella Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

Cómo salvar tu juego en Kingdom Come Deliverance 2

Mastering Saves in Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2

  • Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2* es una aventura en expansión, y aunque técnicamente conquista en una sesión de maratón, eso no es aconsejable. Esta guía describe las diversas formas de guardar su progreso.

Métodos de ahorro enreino Come: Deliverance 2

Existen tres métodos principales para guardar su juego: ahorros automáticos, dormir y usar Savior Schnapps. Exploremos cada uno.

Guardar automático

El juego presenta una función confiable de Save Auto. Si bien no se ahorrará durante la exploración general, ahorra diligentemente el progreso al completar hitos de misiones significativas o alcanzar puntos de control dentro de las misiones, tanto principales como laterales. La abundancia de ranuras de guardado permite un fácil retroceso si es necesario. Recuerde, la exploración sin la progresión de la búsqueda no desencadenará un auto-ahorro, así que continúe con cautela en situaciones de combate.

Durmiendo

Descansar en camas o campamentos equipados con rollitos inicia un ahorro automático. Simplemente interactúe con la cama para activar esta función.

Salvador Schnapps

Como en el juego original, el consumo de Savior Schnapps proporciona un ahorro manual. El salvador estándar Schnapps ofrece un bono: un aumento de salud de 10 puntos y aumentos de estadísticas temporales (fuerza, vitalidad, agilidad +1 durante tres minutos). Existe una variante más débil, únicamente para salvar.

Los Savior Schnapps se pueden descubrir fácilmente a través de la exploración o el fabricable después de obtener la receta.

Esta guía integral cubre el ahorro en Reino Come: Deliverance 2 . Para obtener más consejos e ideas del juego, explore el escapista.

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