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Cómo encontrar el caballo de Vostatek Pepik en Kingdom Come Deliverance 2

Autor : Aaliyah Actualizar : Feb 26,2025

Embárcase en una búsqueda secundaria en Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2 para recuperar el caballo de Vostatek, Pepik, y coseche las recompensas.

Esta búsqueda, "Lackey", comienza en la residencia de Gamemaster Vostatek al oeste de Tachov. Hable con Zlata, o Vitek (ligeramente al sureste de la casa, como se muestra en el mapa), para iniciar la búsqueda.

Vostatek and Wolves in Kingdom Come Deliverance 2

Captura de pantalla por el escapista

Su viaje lleva al norte, donde encontrarás Vostatek bajo ataque de lobos. Rescátelo y ayudándolo a su campamento donde se vio por última vez a Pepik.

Desafortunadamente, Pepik se ha ido. Siga el rastro de pistas a lo largo del camino, examinando cuidadosamente cada una. Esto te lleva a un campamento de cazadores furtivos.

Pepik's location in Kingdom Come Deliverance 2

Captura de pantalla por el escapista

Pepik está en la parte trasera del campamento de cazadores furtivos. Involucrar estratégicamente a los cazadores furtivos: se recomienda sacarlos individualmente o en grupos pequeños. Alternativamente, potencialmente puede evitar a los oponentes más duros y escapar con Pepik.

Regrese Pepik al campamento de Vostatek. Luego puede elegir viajar con él de regreso a su casa (opción de viaje rápido), recibiendo una generosa recompensa de Groschen y un lugar para descansar. Con su nueva riqueza, compre equipos adicionales o busque otras aventuras, incluidos intereses románticos.

  • Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2* está actualmente disponible en PlayStation, Xbox y PC.

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