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Cómo resolver y completar veneno en las raíces en Diablo 4 Temporada 7

Autor : Alexis Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

Diablo 4 temporada de brujería: completar el veneno en la búsqueda de raíces

La temporada de brujas de Diablo 4, la séptima temporada, presenta una nueva línea de búsqueda estacional cautivadora. Esta guía detalla cómo conquistar la búsqueda de "veneno en las raíces".

Encender a los braseros en el veneno de la temporada 7 de Diablo 4 en las raíces

Al principio de la búsqueda estacional, ayudarás a Gelena con un ritual que involucra a tres braseros. El orden es crucial. Si bien Gelena proporciona una pista durante su encantamiento, aquí está la solución:

  1. Enciende al brasero más a la izquierda usando ayh.
  2. Enciende al brasero más derecho usando tejo.
  3. Enciende al centro de brasero con OUN.

Brazier order in Poison in the Roots quest

Después del encendido, recolecte la sangre del centro del círculo ritual y extiéndela a lo largo del perímetro del círculo. Prepárese para varias olas enemigas mientras Gelena completa el ritual. Después de derrotar a los enemigos y la conclusión del ritual, hable con Gelena para terminar la búsqueda.

La línea de búsqueda estacional restante es relativamente sencilla, principalmente que implica una colección de favor sombrío para el árbol de susurros y la redención de recompensas. Recuerde mejorar sus poderes de brujería, un elemento clave del juego de esta temporada.

Esto concluye la guía para completar "Poison in the Roots" en la temporada 7 de Diablo 4. Para obtener más consejos de Diablo 4, incluida una lista completa de nuevos artículos únicos de la temporada 7 y estrategias agrícolas, consulte al escapista.

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