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World of Tanks Blitz para un equipo con el famoso artista de música electrónica Deadmau5 para una nueva canción

Autor : Grace Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

¡World of Tanks Blitz se está asociando con la superestrella de la música electrónica Deadmau5! Este emocionante crossover presenta una nueva canción de Deadmau5 con un mundo musical de World of World of Tanks. Pero eso no es todo: los jugadores pueden desbloquear contenido exclusivo en el juego.

Prepárese para el Mau5Tank, un vehículo de diseño personalizado que cuenta con deslumbrantes altavoces, luces y efectos láser. También están disponibles Camos exclusivos, incluido el Camo "Blink" inspirado en el famoso Nyanborghini Purracan de Deadmau5. Tres nuevas máscaras con el icónico mau5head completan el paquete visual. Además, hay misiones en el juego con temática de Deadmau5 para abordar.

World of Tanks Blitz adopta un enfoque lúdico para las colaboraciones, ofreciendo un divertido contraste con el juego principal. Este evento de Deadmau5 es un ejemplo perfecto de ese espíritu alegre.

El evento de Deadmau5 se realizará del 2 de diciembre al 26 de diciembre. ¡Salta y experimenta esta combinación única de tanques y música electrónica! Para los jugadores nuevos o que regresan, no olvide utilizar los códigos de bombardeo World of Tanks para un impulso adicional.

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