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Ubisoft finalmente parcheó la incompatibilidad de los orígenes de CA y Valhalla con Windows 11

Autor : Adam Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

El reciente éxito de la actualización de Ubisoft: una nota positiva en medio de desafíos continuos

Nuestro "¿Cómo está Ubisoft hoy?" La serie continúa. Si bien la alta gerencia navega por las dificultades continuas, ha surgido un desarrollo positivo significativo: se ha resuelto un problema de compatibilidad de larga data.

Ubisoft ha abordado con éxito problemas de compatibilidad entre varios títulos de Assassin's Creed y la actualización de Windows 11H2. Esta actualización, lanzada en el otoño de 2024, causó mal funcionamiento en juegos como Assassin's Creed Origins y Assassin's Creed Valhalla, entre otros. La solución llegó a través de parches recientemente lanzados, anunciados en las páginas de Steam para Origins y Valhalla.

La reacción del jugador ha sido abrumadoramente positiva, con comentarios que expresan alivio y gratitud por la tan esperada solución. La causa raíz, esta vez, se atribuyó a Windows, no al desarrollo de Ubisoft. A pesar de esta respuesta positiva, las revisiones de usuarios para ambos juegos siguen siendo "mixtas".

Hay un optimismo cauteloso con respecto a Assassin's Creed Shadows, recientemente retrasado hasta el 20 de marzo. Ubisoft tiene como objetivo mejorar la calidad del juego antes del lanzamiento, reconociendo su impacto potencial en el futuro de la compañía.

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