Boromo, who escaped with his life, only to hear a laugh coming from behind him, followed by a flying knife shooting out.

This life-saving knife is like a work of art, and the knife is in the style of a playing card with a heart of hearts, and it is directly taken from Orgrimmar who is sitting on the dragon.

"Poof!"

In the laughter, the ace throwing knife instantly crossed time and space, and Orgrimmar, who was sitting on the flying dragon, didn't even have time to raise his sword to make a block, and was pierced through his body by this laughing flying knife.

"This"

Orgrimmar looked at his chest in disbelief, the black armor on his body had been torn apart, and only the lone hilt was still outside.

"So fast!"

In the end, Orgrimmar only confided in the word "so fast", and he didn't even see who was making the shot, and he didn't even see where the knife came from.

Time seemed to have stopped when the knife was fired, and a magical knife came across time and space, leaving people with no chance to prepare.

"Hee-hee, let's play together!"

A clown wearing a red shirt and green pants, carrying four throwing knives of spades, red hearts, plum blossoms, and squares on his back, wearing a black and white mask, jumped on the city wall.

The clown appeared so suddenly that he didn't even put his feet on the ground at all, but instead floated in mid-air and jumped forward.

"Who are you?"

Boromo did not escape the joy of ascending to heaven, and he looked up at the clown under the protection of his guards, his eyes full of wariness.

For Boromo, the timing of the Joker's appearance was too abnormal. Although he was saved by the Joker, Borromo still did not dare to take it lightly, and regarded the strange man in front of him as a partner.

"Hee-hee, you ask me who I am, in fact, I want to know too!"

The clown took out a handkerchief and wiped the mask on his face, but just when Boromo thought it was the clown in front of him and didn't want to say more, the handkerchief was thrown out by the clown.

The white handkerchiefs came with the wind, and several orcs who were sneaking around and trying to sneak up on the clown were directly covered by the enlarged handkerchiefs, like dusty statues.

"Hee-hee!" The clown glanced at the rest of the orcs beside him, lifted his toes to the place of his handkerchief, and grinned as he went.

"Hello audience, welcome to my show!"

The clown walked up to the orcs covered by the handkerchief, and the covered orcs really didn't want to move, but they didn't react after being covered by the handkerchief.

Many people dare not act rashly when watching the Joker's movements, and the Lich King Orgrimmar is the most serious of them all.

Orgrimmar was the most powerful in the field, and he was more observant and equally careful than the others. Because he knew that the clown's handkerchief was definitely not a mortal thing. As a lich, Orgrimmar has a strong sense of danger, and this handkerchief is no less dangerous than a throwing knife that pierces his body.

"Look!"

In the eyes of the crowd, the clown shouted wildly, and the huge handkerchief was directly lifted by him.

Inside the open handkerchief, several orcs were standing stunned with weapons in their hands. As the handkerchiefs were taken away, the orcs visibly shrunk to the naked eye, and finally turned into a few small puppet orcs, who were grabbed by the clown.

"What is this?" Orgrimmar exclaimed, incredulous.

"Hee-hee, magic handkerchief!" The clown looked at his half-orc puppet and said again without looking back: "You're not bad, after being shot by my ace throwing knife, you're still okay!" ”

As the Joker spoke, he turned his head to look at Orgrimmar on the dragon's back, who had a throwing knife in his chest, but he was still looking at the puppets in the Joker's hands as if nothing was wrong.

The orc's attack had stopped imperceptibly, and the human's original roar had followed.

Everyone on the battlefield was looking at the Joker and Orgrimmar. Especially after seeing Orgrimmar with a throwing knife stuck in his heart, and he himself was unharmed, the soldiers in Gondor were even more frightened and retreated.

The Joker's throwing knives are not only fast, but also unparalleled in accuracy.

Out of confidence in himself, the clown looked at Orgrimmar with interest, and even the few puppets in his hand were casually thrown aside.

"I like you very much!" The clown looked at Orgrimmar riding on the dragon seriously, tilted his head and smiled, "Please make it my collection!" ”

"Magic handkerchief!"

The white handkerchief is thrown out by the Joker again, and this time the Joker's target is not the orcs, but Orgrimmar, including the Wyvern.

"Aang!"

The moment the handkerchief came, the wyvern roared, and at the same time that he rushed towards the handkerchief with teeth and claws, Orgrimmar on the wyvern also stood up.

"Kill!"

A dragon groan, a shout to kill. The Wyvern, along with Orgrimmar, lunged at the Joker's handkerchief at the same time.

The wyvern himself was in contact with Orgrimmar, who first bit down on the edge of the handkerchief, and then Orgrimmar slashed down with a sword.

"Zizizi!" Countless sparks, flying with Orgrimmar's slash.

The wyvern's bite and slash came together, and the magic handkerchief that received such a blow did not split in two as expected.

The magic handkerchief grew bigger and bigger in the void, and the moment the dragon bit and Orgrimmar slashed out, the handkerchief had already become the size of a basketball court, and rolled out directly at the two of them.

A huge handkerchief was placed over the Wyvern and Orgrimmar, and the clown stepped forward, grabbing the corner of the handkerchief and lifting it open.

Everyone present involuntarily held their breath, and in the eyes of everyone, the flying dragon visibly shrunk with the naked eye, and Orgrimmar, who was dressed in black robes and black armor, was shrouded in black smoke at this moment.

"Huh! Interesting! ”

The Joker puts away the dragon that has turned into a puppet, and he bounces around Orgrimmar in the black smoke, making a stained noise in his mouth and fiddling with his handkerchief.

The Joker looked at Orgrimmar with some surprise, the powerful curse power contained in his magic handkerchief. Any living being, whether living or not, will turn into a puppet when covered by this handkerchief, and there are very few exceptions.

"I am Orgrimmar, the great Lich King. Do you think you can kill me, don't laugh! ”

Ogrimmar's laughter could be heard in the billowing black smoke, and the moment the Nine Rings became Ringed Knights, they had become immortal. Their bodies depend on the Nine Rings to live, and if the rings are not broken, they can never be truly killed.

Orgrimmar laughed triumphantly, and when he heard such laughter, there was a flash of banter in the clown's eyes.

Is there a true immortal body in the world? Possibly, but the Joker would never believe it would be the man in front of him.

Many people in the world claim to have an immortal body, but the reality is that even the gods will be lost, so how to implement the existence of an immortal body throughout the ages.

The clown smiled disdainfully, and he smiled and raised his hands, crossing them together.

"Destroy Aurora!"

The dazzling light erupted from the clown's hands, and the laughing Orgrimmar bore the brunt of the blow, and in only a moment, the smoke on his body was dispersed, and he was directly smashed into his body by energy.

"No way, this, what is this!"

The black smoke and dust were wiped out in the Aurora of Destruction, and Orgrimmar let out a roar of rage, and then his whole body began to vaporize in the Aurora of Destruction.

"Hee-hee, absolute power! It's funny to be immortal! ”

In Orgrimmar's final gaze, the Joker impatiently flicked his handkerchief, and then the black smoke that covered Orgrimmar's body vanished in the Aurora of Destruction.

"Bang!"

A black helmet fell to the ground, symbolizing proof of Orgrimmar's existence.

Ogrimmar, a lich who had been active for thousands of years, eventually died, and even at the end of his life, he realized that the so-called immortal body was not really immortal, but was just farther away from death than ordinary people.

The orcs who attacked Osgillias were confused with the death of Orgrimmar. All the orcs looked at the black helmet in confusion, and couldn't believe that the majestic undead lich had simply passed away.

There was no three-hundred-round battle, no earth-shattering destructive power, and death was so simple and direct that it directly made the orcs dumbfounded.

"Woo woo"

Just when the orcs were dumbfounded and at a loss, the horn of the retreating army sounded from the direction of Modo. The orcs retreated like a tide, and not one of them spoke, not even daring to make eye contact with the clown.

"It turns out that a powerful hero is really enough to turn a war around!" This is the voice of all orcs and Gondor warriors.

ps

Ask for collections, ask for red tickets, ask for monthly passes.

In addition, thank you for the reward of the soft sister of "Yan Feixue", touch the big, the old dragon loves you.