News spread like wildfire in the German camp. Despite just landing hours ago, Natives had already revealed themselves and proven to be hostile. Before Honoria could even react, her man was leading a pursuit into the unknown landscape. By the time she figured out what was going on, Berengar was already gone. Leaving the byzantine princess to curse the man she loved.

"Bastard! I thought we were supposed to do this together!"

While Honoria lamented her lot in life. Berengar was In the woodlands, where he rode on top of his mighty red steed. A cavalry sword was in his left hand, while the reins were in his right. He skillfully maneuvered through the dense woods in pursuit of a woman who had witnessed his people's landing.

If she were to report back to whatever Kingdom she hailed from, it would only cause further conflict. For the safety of the German landing party, she needed to be captured or eliminated. Thus, he had personally led the charge as he wanted to get this over with as quick as possible.

Though the woman had a head start, she was, after all, only on foot. The speed and maneuverability of cavalry posed a significant advantage to the German host. However, there was one serious matter they were lacking in, and that was knowledge of the local terrain. Though they knew the general direction she had gone in, they could only follow the clues left behind from her retreat of locate the woman of interest.

While Berengar was in pursuit, the female jaguar warrior had regrouped with her allies and informed them of what she had witnessed.

"I'm telling you, there were several hundred, maybe a thousand, of these golden-haired, white skin men. Several of which could conjure thunder. With a simple pointing of a stick, they murdered Tlanoch as if he were a mere ant!"

A particularly large and burly warrior scoffed when he heard such words. A group of golden-haired, white skin men coming from the east, possessing the ability to conjure thunder. What were they, the offspring of the feathered serpent? Because of this absurdity, he was not afraid to express his disbelief.

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