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Ondas de las Wuthering Versión 2.3 presentado: Eventos de recompensa emocionantes lanzados

Autor : Mila Actualizar : May 27,2025

En caso de que te lo hayas perdido, la última transmisión en vivo de Kuro Games estaba llena de emocionantes noticias y regalos generosos para las olas hábiles , mostrando un adelanto de la versión 2.3 para celebrar el aniversario del juego de rol. El evento de registro de regalos de Grand Reunion está listo para recompensar a los jugadores con Tide X5 radiante y forjar la marea X5, mientras que los regalos de la Gran Celebración ofrecen Radiant Tide X10 junto con el Avatar de aniversario exclusivo "Momento de resonancia", todo lo que necesita hacer es iniciar sesión.

No hay escasez de regalos; El evento Cubie Derby: Warmup está repartiendo la marea radiante X10, el aspecto del vuelo: el laureado y el fantasma: el cofre imitan solo para participar. Además, puede obtener tokens de mercado de noche completando tareas de convocatoria y tareas de actividad, que luego puede usar para redimir la marea radiante X10, el modificador X15 y las proyecciones de armas.

YT Si has tomado un descanso del juego, el evento de retornado actualizado está diseñado para atraerte con bonos de doble caída para limpiar los desafíos de los jefes y los desafíos semanales. Además, si ha estado fuera durante 60 días consecutivos, hay un bono especial de inicio de sesión esperándole.

La transmisión en vivo también se burló de la próxima arpegio ardiente del evento de reunión de verano y anunció una emocionante colaboración entre las olas y ciberpunk: Edgerunners , que se lanzará en 2026. Para todos los detalles, asegúrese de visitar el canal oficial de YouTube. Mientras estés allí, no olvides explorar nuestra lista de códigos de canalización para golosinas aún más gratuitas.

¿Listo para sumergirse en la acción? Puede unirse a la diversión descargando ondas hábiles de la App Store y Google Play. Es gratuito con compras en la aplicación. Visite el sitio web oficial para obtener más información sobre las festividades en curso.

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