With another way of his hand, Adam willed the Magic Missiles to fly through the air with unmatched accuracy and bore into the undead orcs' bodies.
They entered their cold and sturdy bodies and came out from the other side. With another wave of Adam's hand, the Magic Missiles turned around in mid-air and flew toward the undead orcs once again.
Adam continued to guide his spells over and over again until the undead orcs' cold bodies were riddled with several holes. They fell to the ground, twitching and unable to move.
Despite having their brains destroyed by the Magic Missiles, the two continued to show signs of activity.
To truly kill an undead creature, one had to completely eradicate every inch of them.
However, Adam didn't have time for that. He turned his head towards the sky. That was the direction his wisp of spirit energy had gone in…
Meaning, that was the route Malcolm Morgan had taken to escape!
"Valerian," Adam called out.
