The Phantom God boss retired from the live broadcast.

This news directly shocked DNF chief planner Xiao Krypton, although he didn't care about the life or death of the player.

But he also goes online.

Also like to watch videos.

Anyone who satisfies these two points will inevitably learn of these two pieces of news.

Because it's so exciting!

But he didn't know that it was just an appetizer, and the real meal was yet to come.

……

Zone 1, 12 lines.

It's already popular, and it's hard to squeeze in.

There are still a few minutes left until half past nine, and Lin Feng is almost there, and there are nearly 7 million people in the live broadcast room.

The game has also started to lag.

"Brothers!"

"It's time to deliver!"

Lin Feng said lightly in the live broadcast room, and then countless transaction windows clicked over.

Agree to the deal one by one.

A random number of bonus items.

And his apprentice, the sixth child, kept mailing gold coins, horns, and soul crystals to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng began to send it with a full load.

After sending, you will receive an email and continue to send it, as long as you click on the transaction, you will send it all.

"Trumpet" is destined to be a tragedy: where is the Phantom God boss, there are too many people to see it!

"Nearby" Invincible Shuai Pot: Brothers, have you all received it? How can I not find where the person is?

"Nearby" Ba Crack ~ Gun God: Boss, say something, I can't find where you are

……

Speaker, nearby channels.

It's all Lin Feng's missing person notice.

Lin Feng also wanted to type, but it was too stuck, because there were too many people.

I made a horn myself.

It took 10 seconds to get stuck before sending it out.

This was followed by a flood of frenzied trade requests.

At this point, the other two horns were brushed up.

"Trumpet" merchant sixth: Brothers can come to me to trade, my master is too stuck, and he can't trade!

"Horn" Phantom Quotient Hadron: Phantom Quotient Team Hadron, please click me to trade!

The appearance of these two horns.

Many players who failed to make transactions and disheartened began to click on the two of them frantically.

"Brothers!"

"I'm waiting for you on the 12th line of District 1!"

"If you don't have a number, you can build an account in a district at speed, and after the transaction passes, you can sell it casually, and it will be easy to sell it for dozens or hundreds of dollars!"

Lin Feng said in the live broadcast room.

"It's still early, brothers, come on, I'm on the 12th line of District 1, my guy!"

The barrage has gone crazy.

Because what Lin Feng said is very reasonable.

Just send dozens of horns, millions of gold coins, plus hundreds of soul crystals, and buy a few dozen yuan, a hundred yuan is still easy.

So many people can't resist the temptation.

They all came to the first district to build a number, and all of them poured into the 12th line, and the entrance of Luolan in the first district was all densely packed with first-class trumpets!

See here.

Many bigwigs must have guessed what Lin Feng was going to do.

That's right, that is to explode the server, to make the first area completely collapse, and the server will be shut down directly!

And it's not a minute-long downtime.

Instead, it was suspended for an hour, and for a whole hour, everyone in the first district could not log in!

The time came to 9:45.

Lin Feng's live broadcast room was directly stuck.

Although I cut off the live broadcast before I had time to say hello to my brothers, it doesn't matter anymore.

The purpose of oneself has been accomplished.

Now no one doesn't know that Lin Feng sent money on the 12th line of District 1, and tens of thousands of trumpets began to pour into District 1.

The entrance to Lorain is all level 1 trumpet.

And it's dense, you can't walk, just press the up, down, left and right buttons.

I can't find out where my people are.

Not to mention finding a deal with the "Phantom God"!

Almost!

Lin Feng knew that he had reached his limit, so he sent a message to Tiema and Lao Liu.

Studio, it's time to make a move!

But avoid the 12th line, because the 12th line is no longer crowded in at this time.

100,000 trumpets!

Rush into the first zone in an instant!

Almost in 5 minutes, these numbers sprung up like mushrooms after a rain!

Of course, there are some accounts that can't be logged in at all.

There are about 30,000 numbers, and the connection is displayed all the time, but it keeps connecting!

It's putting pressure on the server!

Moreover, this is not a hacker attacking the server, but an account squeezing the channel!

Estimate the pressure on Xiao Wu now.

No smaller than a server in Zone 1.

But this is not his pot, although he is responsible, but who would have thought.

Just half an hour.

Hundreds of thousands of people in a large area, crowded servers!

Finally, after a few more minutes, all the players in the entire first district!

Including normal players.

Newly created Level 1 Trumpet.

100,000 accounts for the studio.

All six words mantra, the network connection is interrupted!

Needless to say, all the channels in this wave of District 1 exploded purple, and all the staff dropped out, which was completely expected by Lin Feng!

Keep squeezing!

Lin Feng sent a message to the studio.

Don't stop 100,000 numbers, keep squeezing to death, keep logging in, just hold on for an hour!

Message of the paralysis of District 1.

Soon spread out, and many players in other regions still didn't believe it, so they came to District 1 to try it.

This invisibly increases the pressure on the server.

Lin Feng didn't communicate with Xiao Wu beforehand, because he was afraid that he would have psychological pressure.

This wave, he just operates normally.

There is no need for any black-box operation at all, he doesn't want Xiao Wu to get involved in this matter and affect his future.

After the server crashes.

At 10:10 p.m., Lin Feng started broadcasting.

At this time, the live broadcast room was very lively, during the period when Lin Feng was off the air.

More than 2 million people are still here.

"Brothers!"

"It's too stuck!"

"First I dropped my live broadcast room, and then I dropped my game, have you dropped the connection?"

Lin Feng pretended not to know.

But at this time, the barrage was brushed again, and the first area was paralyzed, and everyone couldn't log in.

"it!"

"Really?"

Lin Feng pretended to be shocked and said.

"This is a bit against the sky, what kind of garbage server, how many people are there, just 7 million people in my live broadcast room, and the server was paralyzed?"

These few words are really a bit Versailles.

But it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, and the DNF server has been ridiculed on the barrage.

It's been 20 minutes.

The first district still can't be boarded, not only the first district, I don't know why, the next few districts are also affected.

It should be the same set of servers.

There is a large area of disconnection time, and no one can log in for a short period of time.

Quite a few people just came out with something good.

The kung fu of taking a screenshot, the direct six-character mantra, the network connection is interrupted, and the angry scolding mother on the Internet.

The server was down for an hour.

Such a major event should have caused a sensation in the DNF project team, right?

As a key game for TX.

If there is such a major accident in DNF, senior leaders will definitely know about it as soon as possible.

This is the purpose of Lin Feng.

Let the TX senior management put pressure on the plan.

Because the essence of this matter is that the game god got out of the pit, why he got out of the pit, it was the pot of planning.

However, this pot is not big enough!

When Lin Feng wanted to let this pot buckle on the planner's head, he would directly crush him......

(End of chapter)