The clown Ogu had come not only to cripple the human kingdom's army but to wound Saint Noel himself. It was a test, a provocation to see if it would draw the attention of a demigod.
So, when Noel offered him an olive branch, Ogu simply ignored it.
"You want a ceasefire? Fine," the clown's voice echoed, wooden and with a strange metallic quality that made its origin impossible to place. "Surrender half the human kingdom's territory and sign a thousand-year non-aggression pact with the Avengerarmies. Otherwise, even if I agree, the countless northern tribes at my back will not."
"Outrageous!" Noel's voice was a low growl, now laced with fury. "Don't you think you're going too far? Isn't the vast expanse of the north enough to satisfy your ambition?"
The last war against the north had been a loss for the human kingdom, a blow to their prestige among the other races. Noel would not allow it to happen again.
