Дом Новости Hogwarts Legacy 2: предварительный заказ сейчас, получите эксклюзивный DLC

Hogwarts Legacy 2: предварительный заказ сейчас, получите эксклюзивный DLC

Автор : Zoe Обновлять : May 20,2025

Hogwarts Legacy 2 предварительный заказ и DLC

Hogwarts Legacy 2 DLC

Hogwarts Legacy 2 предварительный заказ и DLC

Несмотря на то, что официальное слово пока не было, гудение от инсайдерских игр предполагает, что наследие Хогвартса: Окончательное издание может попасть на полки в 2025 году. По слухам, этот ожидаемый режиссерский срез упаковывает дополнительные 10-15 часов свежего содержания DLC, возможно, закладывая основы для продолжения и углубления в предстоящую серию HBO. Прямо сейчас единственный DLC, который вы можете получить в свои руки, это The Dark Arts Legacy Pack, который стоит $ 19,99 и включает в себя Theestral Mount, косметический набор Dark Arts и Arena Battle Dark Arts. Это поднимает вопрос: запустит ли Hogwarts Legacy 2 со своим собственным DLC или поклонникам придется ждать так долго, как и для дополнительного контента в оригинальной игре?

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