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Savia se eleva como aventurero legendario en variantes de magia

Autor : Lucas Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

¡Las variantes de magia Daphne dan la bienvenida a Blackstar Savia, un nuevo legendario aventurero!

El popular juego de rol de mazmorra 3D, las variantes de magia Daphne, recientemente celebró un millón de descargas y el lanzamiento de su tienda oficial. Ahora, el juego presenta una nueva y poderosa adición: Soaring Blackstar Savia, un legendario aventurero especializado en evasión y devastadores contraataques.

Savia cuenta con habilidades impresionantes: Black Beast Feint mejora la evasión al tiempo que aumenta la tasa de aciertos contra una fila enemiga. Las evasiones exitosas desencadenan un contraataque que perfora la defensa. La habilidad de Beast Knight de Beast aumenta aún más la evasión cuando está equipada con una lanza de dos manos y una armadura ligera.

Esta actualización también trae nuevos desafíos emocionantes:

  • Misiones de Caballero Negro Jet de Libertad: Corriendo hasta el 5 de marzo, estas misiones recompensan a los jugadores con restos únicos: Soaring Blackstar, Codex of Learning y otros artículos valiosos. Gane puntos completando objetivos.

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  • Solicitudes de tiempo limitado: Disponible en el Adventurer's Guild hasta el 19 de febrero, estas solicitudes ofrecen tomas de reloj como recompensas para derrotar a enemigos como Goblins y Red Spinner Woman.
  • Solicitudes de despacho de den: Hasta el 26 de febrero, complete estas solicitudes para ganar varios minerales de hierro.

La evasión es clave para dominar a Savia y tener éxito en estas nuevas misiones. Sumérgete en mazmorras, recolecte botín y mejore tu poder en este atractivo juego de rol gratuito con compras en la aplicación. ¡Descargue las variantes de Wizardry Daphne ahora en la App Store y Google Play!

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