DNF Phantom Liver Emperor

Chapter 747 Server Crashed

The phantom god boss retired from the live broadcast.

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

But he also surfs the Internet.

Also love watching videos.

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

Because it's so exciting!

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

……

District 12, Line [-].

It has become popular, and it is difficult to squeeze in.

It was a few minutes before 9:700, and Lin Feng was almost there, and the live broadcast room had nearly [-] million people.

The game has also started to freeze.

"Bros!"

"Start delivery!"

Lin Feng said indifferently in the live broadcast room, and then clicked on countless trading windows.

Agree to the deal one by one.

A random number of gift items.

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

Lin Feng began to deliver with a heavy load.

Receive emails after sending, continue to send, as long as it is a click transaction, all will be sent.

"Trumpet" is destined to be a tragedy: Where is the phantom god boss? There are too many people to see!

"Nearby" Invincible Handsome Pot: Brothers, have you all received it?Why can't I find where the person is?

"Nearby" tyrant~ Gunslinger: Boss, say something, I can't find where you are TT

……

On the speakers, nearby channels.

They are all Lin Feng's missing person notices.

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

He made a horn himself.

It took 10 seconds to send out.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flood of frantic trading requests.

At this time, the other two speakers were brushed up.

"Trumpet" merchant's sixth son: Brothers, you can come to me for a deal, but my master is too stuck to make a deal!

"Horn" Magic Quest Qiangzi: Qiangzi of the Magic Quotient Team, please click me for transactions!

The emergence of these two horns.

The disheartened players who failed many transactions began to frantically click on the two of them.

"Bros!"

"I'll be waiting for you on line 12 in district one!"

"If you don't have an account, quickly come to the district to create an account. After the transaction is over, you can sell it casually, and it will be easy for tens 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 in the first district!"

The barrage has gone crazy.

Because what Lin Feng said made sense.

Just send dozens of speakers, millions of gold coins, plus hundreds of soul spars, and buy them for tens of dollars, 100 yuan is still easy.

So many people can't help but be tempted.

One after another came to the first district to build accounts, and all of them flooded into the 12th line. At the gate of Luolan in the first district, there were all densely packed first-class trumpets!

See here.

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

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

And it's not a 1-minute stoppage.

Instead, it was shut down for an hour, and everyone in the first area could not log in for an entire hour!

The time came to 9:45.

Lin Feng's live broadcast room got stuck.

Although the live broadcast was cut off before I could say hello to my brothers, it doesn't matter now.

My purpose has been accomplished.

Now everyone knows that Lin Feng sent money on the 12th line in the first district, and thousands of trumpets began to flood into the first district.

Lorraine's entrance is full of level 1 trumpets.

And densely packed, you can't even walk, just press the up, down, left, and right keys.

I can't find where my own people are.

Not to mention going to the "Phantom God" to trade!

almost!

Lin Feng knew that he had reached the limit, so he sent a message to Tie Ma and Lao Liu.

Studio, it's time to start!

But avoid the 12th line, because the 12th line can no longer squeeze people in at this time.

10 trumpets!

Immediately flooded into the area!

Almost within 5 minutes, these numbers seemed to spring up from the soil!

Of course, some numbers cannot be logged in at all.

There are more than 3 numbers, and the connection has been displayed, but the connection is non-stop!

It's putting pressure on the server!

Moreover, this is not a hacker attacking the server, but a crowded channel of the account!

It is estimated that Xiao Wu is under pressure now.

It is not smaller than the server in the first area.

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

Just half an hour.

Several 10 people are in a large area, crowding the server!

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

Including normal players.

Newly built 1st grade trumpet.

10 accounts in the studio.

All the six-character mantras, the network connection is interrupted!

Needless to say, how bad the DNF network environment was in 09, all the channels in this wave of districts, all went viral, and all members dropped offline, which was completely within Lin Feng's expectations!

Keep squeezing!

Lin Feng sent a message to the studio.

Don't stop with 10 accounts, continue to squeeze to death, log in non-stop, as long as you persist for an hour!

News of the paralysis of the first district.

It spread quickly, and many players from other regions still didn't believe it, so they came to try to build accounts in one region.

This invisibly increases the server pressure.

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

This wave, he can operate normally.

There was no need for any black-box operations at all, and he didn't want Xiao Wu to be involved in this matter and affect his future.

After the server crashes.

At 10:10 in the evening, Lin Feng started broadcasting.

At this time, the live broadcast room was very lively, and it was during the time when Lin Feng disconnected from the broadcast.

There are more than 200 million people staying here.

"Bros!"

"It's too stuck!"

"First unblock my live broadcast room, and then unblock my game, have you all been offline?"

Lin Feng pretended not to know.

But at this time, the bullet screens were brushed again, and the first area was paralyzed, and everyone could not log in.

"Fuck!"

"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 now, there are 700 million people in my live broadcast room, and the server is paralyzed by crowding?"

These few words are really a bit of Versailles.

But those who watched the excitement didn't think it was a big deal, and the DNF server was ridiculed on the barrage.

It's been going on for 20 minutes.

The first district still couldn't be boarded, not just the first district, for some reason, the next few districts were also affected.

Should be the same set of servers.

There is a large area of ​​disconnection time, and everyone cannot log in for a short time.

Many people just came out with something good.

The effort of taking a screenshot, direct six-character mantra, the network connection was interrupted, and angrily swearing on the Internet.

The server was down for an hour.

Such an important event should cause a sensation in the DNF project team, right?

As a key game of TX.

If there is such a major accident in DNF, the top leaders will definitely know it immediately.

This is Lin Feng's purpose.

Let the TX executives put pressure on the planning.

Because the essence of this matter is that the game master got out of the hole, and why he got out of the hole was the fault of planning.

However, this pot is not big enough!

When Lin Feng wants to let this blame be pinned on the planner's head, he will directly crush him...

(End of this chapter)