Chapter 92: The King of Nor

　　The proclamation and stance of the Lord of Nor rang out like a manifesto. Duke Reberdin of Voxmire had to scramble to arrange new deployments, first by reinforcing the border town fortifications to allow for the reassignment of troops and generals.　　The barbarians noted this flurry of activity. Through their spies, they learned that Voxmire had lost its most battle-hardened troops and finest generals in a recent clash. The strengthening of fortifications was a clear sign that the border units were being siphoned off to the eastern interior to face their enemies.　　Consequently, the restless barbarians, egged on by a bold chieftain, decided to fish in troubled waters. They sent an envoy to Hedlim, arrogantly informing the Grand Duke of Limidia that Voxmire must agree to a long list of demands.　　The following day, Reberdin sent a low-ranking official to deliver a blunt refusal. In front of the barbarian envoy, he remarked contemptuously that these people did not even possess their own written language; if a master must rely on foreign slaves to write for him, how could he possibly know where to thrust his spear?　　This mockery from the south ignited the barbarians' rage. In a chaotic tribal assembly, the bold chieftain was hailed as the supreme leader by the gathered elders and nobles. He led the barbarian host southward, thirsting for vengeance.　　However, the Border Defense Force had been forew