"Human Race? Editor-in-chief?"
Li Ziran smiled. He could not figure it out, but anyone who suffered such a crushing defeat would not have it easy.
This was not merely empty talk. It was piled high with living lives. By his rough estimate, at least fifty thousand humans had been buried here. That was no small number.
"I think they'll try an assassination." Ke'er said calmly, "If it were me, I would give it a try. It's their best way to save face. Of course, peace talks are more feasible. This isn't the time for a decisive battle between both sides. Everyone knows the Demons are watching from the sidelines. Mindless fighting will only hand control of the continent over to them. As for the specifics, I can't say for sure."
"Peace talks?" Li Ziran asked softly. "This is your opportunity?"
Ke'er smiled without answering, clearly acquiescing.
On careful thought, that was indeed the case. Of course, the Human Race had to cooperate.
Once the opportunity had been created, the rest was up to him. The Elves and the Human Race could not possibly put something as simple as the Sheep Transformation Spell on the table. What they were fighting over was land and resources.
And amid the clash between the two races, he needed to find the Sheep Transformation Spell he required and seize it in his own hands.
As for the Human Race now, they were probably ants on a hot pan.
The Human Race's panic went without saying. In just three days, the entire human territory had boiled over as though it were about to turn upside down.
Every city-state was holding marches, especially around the Triangle Council, which had been tightly blockaded.
The defeat in the war was something even the most ordinary humans could not accept.