Hogar Noticias Silver and Blood golpea 3M preinscrations, ofrece numerosas recompensas

Silver and Blood golpea 3M preinscrations, ofrece numerosas recompensas

Autor : Sophia Actualizar : May 25,2025

La emoción por el próximo juego de rol de Moonton, Silver and Blood, es palpable con 3,8 millones de registros y el número sigue subiendo. Esta aventura gótica con temática de vampiros no se trata solo de la emoción del juego, sino también de las recompensas que puedes enganchar al registrarse previamente. Entre las atractivas recompensas de hitos, encontrarás lágrimas de luna y la oportunidad de desbloquear el personaje de SSR, Hati. A medida que el recuento de preinscripción llegue a 4 millones, los jugadores también recibirán SR Vassal Jestel X1, y si alcanza los 10 millones, será recompensado con Salting Abraza X10 y SSR Vassal Hati X1.

La popularidad del juego es innegable, y es fácil ver por qué: las imágenes por sí solas son cautivadoras. ¡Echa un vistazo al trailer a continuación para tener una idea de lo que está en la tienda!

Tráiler de plata y sangre

Silver and Blood promete más de 50 vasallos para desbloquear en 5 facciones diversas, cada una con habilidades únicas y contribuyendo a una historia convincente. Mientras espera el lanzamiento oficial, ¿por qué no explorar nuestra lista de los mejores juegos de rol en Android para mantener la emoción?

Si está ansioso por sumergirse en este juego de rol temático de vampiros, puede registrarse preinscribiendo la plata y la sangre en la App Store y Google Play. Es gratuito con compras en la aplicación disponibles. Tenga en cuenta que la App Store enumera una fecha de lanzamiento esperada del 26 de junio, pero tenga en cuenta que las fechas de lanzamiento pueden cambiar.

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