Once the news of the three-party alliance discussing a truce was intentionally leaked, the entire human race was in an uproar.
"We mustn't negotiate! We clearly have the upper hand. Why should we talk peace? Damn Ghost Clan, even if they die ten thousand times, it's not enough!"
"My parents, my children, all were killed by the Ghost Clan. I will never rest until they're defeated!"
"Prince Hewlett, we've always supported you. We can't possibly agree to a truce. The Ghost Clan and humans are mortal enemies. If we let them go now, they'll surely bring future calamities."
Almost no one was in favor of peace. Perhaps they would have been when they were at a disadvantage, but the tables had turned. Who would be naive enough to seek peace now?
The opposition was so vehement that it took Marshal and others by surprise. They had thought that only a few would object, but the vast majority opposed it.
"At this rate, negotiations are impossible. If we force a truce, we'll be branded as traitors to humanity," said Marshal, expressionless, feeling a headache from all the discussions about the truce.
"Marshal, negotiating is a critical step in our plan to exterminate the Ghost Clan. If you can bear this burden and withstand the humiliation, when the truth emerges, your name will be etched deeply in the annals of Yan Yun Star history," the representative from Red Alert Empire persuasively argued.
Marshal knew very well that among the three present, he was the best fit for this task.
The representative from the Red Alert Empire wasn't suitable either. Despite his title, he lacked the renown among humans. In other words, even if he stepped forward, nobody would believe him.
The only person with the necessary prestige was Marshal himself.
"Are you sure that by delaying with negotiations, we can wipe out the Ghost Clan completely?" Marshal was still skeptical.
The Red Alert Empire representative gave a slight smile, whispering, "Have you forgotten about the Polar Ice Light?"
Marshal's eyes sharpened. He remembered something. Behind the Red Alert Empire was Red Alert Base, and the Chief Guard, who had stolen his Polar Ice Light, was from Red Alert Base!
If not for the situation, Marshal might have struck down the representative right there. To brazenly flaunt the theft of his possession to his face!
"Even with the Polar Ice Light, we can't eliminate all of Ghost Clan," Marshal stated confidently.
"What if we had dozens, or even hundreds, of Polar Ice Lights?"
"That's impossible! You've mastered the technology behind the Polar Ice Light?" Marshal exclaimed in disbelief.
How much time had passed since the Chief Guard stole the Polar Ice Light? And they had already decoded its technology, something that all the scientists of the previous kingdom couldn't decipher?
The representative from the Red Alert Empire simply smiled, hinting to Marshal that he had guessed correctly.
With this, Marshal began to seriously consider the proposal. First, he'd bear the brunt of advocating for peace, but once they've wiped out the Ghost Clan, people would realize his earlier sacrifices. His reputation would be unparalleled.
Regardless of who becomes the king, his contributions would be undeniable. He would be second only to one but above millions.
Marshal didn't immediately agree, instead stating, "I want to see the second Polar Ice Light you've constructed with my own eyes. Otherwise, I won't agree to this plan."
The representative wasn't surprised. It would be hard to persuade Marshal with just words.
Marshal watched as the representative showcased a new weapon, named the "Proton Impact Cannon". This superweapon from Red Alert decimated a large Ghost Clan base, leaving no survivors.
Prince Hewlett was in awe, "Such a terrifying weapon!"
"Your empire has such talent?" Marshal asked, a mix of awe and envy in his eyes.
Marshal, caught in his enthusiasm, missed the fleeting smirk in the representative's eyes.
Once Marshal announced his stance on peace, the whole human race was in an uproar. Rumors and slander centered on him, even his subordinates couldn't understand. Was Marshal out of his mind?
Marshal remained silent, knowing that the deeper the humiliation now, the greater the vindication later.
Following the plan, it would take about half a month to a month to produce a large number of weapons similar to the Polar Ice Light. Marshal thought, "I need to endure just a bit longer."
What Marshal didn't know was that while he secluded himself at home, Prince Hewlett and the Red Alert Empire were fanning the flames, escalating the situation further.
Soon, not only humans but the Ghost Clan also learned of the news. They even heard that the weapon that wiped out their large base was Marshal's!
Yan Yun Star's greatest scapegoat was born!
Unbeknownst to Marshal, he bore the blame for everything. If all the accusations were tangible, they might've crushed him. (To be continued...)
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