The curse bullets like a shower of meteor rain and the rune heavy arrows that obscured the sky descended onto the battlefield with a sharp whistle.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the midst of successive explosions, the ground trembled violently, clouds of dust rose on the battlefield, and thousands of fully armed Persian soldiers were either blasted into pieces or pinned dead to the ground, with a dense smell of blood spreading in the air.
In an instant, the earth quaked.
Alexander, riding the , crossed the dunes, drawn by shooting purple lightning arcs, pierced through the weakest southeastern flank of the Persian army, charging towards the core of the army.
Following him, the Companion Cavalry, clad in heavy armor and wielding long spears, surged forward like a vast, overwhelming dark green tide.
"Protect Your Majesty! Protect Your Majesty!"
Realizing the dire situation, the old Persian general shouted anxiously, trying to organize a defense to resist the ferocious enemy forces.
