Hogar Noticias Las lágrimas enriquecen el legado: la cultura Dunhuang florece en 'Ballada de las dunas'

Las lágrimas enriquecen el legado: la cultura Dunhuang florece en 'Ballada de las dunas'

Autor : Bella Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

Las lágrimas de themis revelan "Ballada de las dunas", un evento de colaboración inspirado en la Ruta de la Seda

El popular juego móvil, Tears of Themis, se ha asociado con el Departamento de Cultura y Turismo de la Provincia de Gansu, China, para presentar un evento cautivador por tiempo limitado: Ballad of the Dunes. Esta colaboración se inspira en la rica historia y el patrimonio artístico de la Ruta de la Seda y Dunhuang, ofreciendo a los jugadores una experiencia única en el juego.

El evento, que se desarrolla del 13 al 20 de febrero, cuenta con nuevas tarjetas MR de edición limitada y una exclusiva Namecard. Los jugadores pueden ganar campanas de camello completando varias tareas, que luego se pueden usar para desbloquear recompensas, incluida la codiciada balada de las cartas Dunes MR.

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El evento se desarrolla en cuatro rondas, lo que permite a los jugadores seleccionar una de las nuevas cartas MR como recompensa cada vez. La recolección de 100 campanas de camello también otorga la celebración Dunes Namecard. Cada una de las cuatro nuevas tarjetas MR presenta uno de los protagonistas masculinos del juego, mostrando diseños inspirados en las tradiciones artísticas de Dunhuang. Luke's "in the Footsteps of Silk," la "Serenada del Alma" de Artem, la "Reverberación de Vyn a través del tiempo" y el "Vacío de Creación" de Marius incorporan motivos de la historia de la carretera de la seda, como los apsaras voladores y la distintiva técnica de juego PIPA representado en murales de Dunhuang. El evento incluso extiende la narrativa a los mensajes privados de los personajes, enriqueciendo el intercambio cultural dentro de la historia.

No se pierda esta oportunidad para explorar el significado histórico de la Ruta de la Seda y el legado artístico de Dunhuang dentro del cautivador mundo de las lágrimas de Themis. ¡Descargue el juego gratis ahora y emprende esta emocionante aventura! Visite el sitio web oficial para obtener más detalles y canjee los códigos disponibles en el juego para obtener recompensas adicionales. La Ruta de la Seda, una ruta crucial de comercio e intercambio cultural establecida durante la dinastía Han occidental, está bellamente representada en esta colaboración, destacando la provincia de Gansu y la importancia cultural duradera de Dunhuang.

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