I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 461: Chapter 386: The Divided Barbarians

On the morning of the next day, before the sky fully brightened, the thin mist of Silver Gray Star still lingered around the wooden huts in the Barbarian’s camp, and the cool wind carried the scent of pine from the rain over the frost-covered grass leaves.

Mu Ya pushed open the wooden door of the hut, and the chilly air surged into his lungs. He instinctively moved his shoulder, causing a slight crackle in his bones.

Immediately after, a set of vigorous and powerful fist techniques slowly unfolded—this was the "Ice Field Battle Fist" passed down for hundreds of years in the Winter Tribe, with each move carrying the ferocity of battling the Ice Giant Beast.

Even though he had practiced it thousands of times, he still trained unfalteringly every day, to engrave each movement into his bones, making it a bodily instinct.

Between his fists and feet dancing, abundant qi and blood slowly spread from his body, like an invisible heat wave dispelling the chill of the morning.

The fist technique had just reached its midpoint when a figure emerged from the nearby woods—the person wasn’t quite imposing but was lean like a drawn hunting knife, with ice-blue battle patterns spreading from his neck to his chest, and a hint of unwavering gloom in his eyes.

Mu Ya glanced at him but didn’t pause at all, continuing until the last move when he withdrew his fists and stood still, then turned his head and spoke calmly, "Saqi, I know what you’re thinking, but it won’t work."

Saqi approached slowly, his voice hoarse as if abraded by sandpaper, "Mu Ya, are you really going to work alongside the Royal Personnel? Have you forgotten who destroyed our tribe? Forgotten how our people were slaughtered by them?"

"I haven’t forgotten!" Mu Ya clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles whitening, intense hatred flashing in his eyes, "I’ll remember those blood debts for the rest of my life! But Terreda said that the Royal Personnel would help us return home and reclaim the land taken from us. It’s the only chance we have for our people to survive and take revenge."

"Chance? You actually believe in the Royal Personnel’s ’chance’!" Saqi’s gaze suddenly became fierce, "Why would he help us? What’s in it for him? I’m telling you, he just wants to use us as tools! Once he exhausts our strength, he’ll discard us like trash!"

He stepped forward, voice lowered further with a hint of persuasion, "This is the best time to escape—we’ve just taken the potion, our power has surged, as long as we seize a few Royal Personnel and snatch their spacecraft, we can return home directly!"

Mu Ya slowly shook his head, his tone carrying a weight, "Saqi, you’re oversimplifying the situation. Do you think Terreda is living with us just for show? If we really act, the first challenge is Terreda—whether we can win is one thing, but how many of our people will die even if we do?"

"So what!" Saqi’s voice suddenly rose, eyes filled with obsession, "As long as we can return home and avenge, what’s a little sacrifice!"

Mu Ya looked at him, softly sighed internally; Saqi wasn’t like this before. He was then the calmest hunter of the Winter Tribe, capable of lurking in an ice cave for three days and nights just to wait for an Ice Bear; he dared to fight a pack of wolves solo to protect his people.

But since his parents, wife, and children were killed by the Royal Personnel’s slaughter, he completely changed, with only the flames of revenge in his eyes, unable to accommodate anything else.

Mu Ya understood this pain, but as a leader, he couldn’t focus solely on hatred—firstly, the Barbarian Race always valued emotions and kept promises. Upon coming here, they weren’t mistreated at all; instead, there were hot meals, warm huts, and potions that transformed their bodies. This goodwill was evident, and if a rebellion were shouted, how many people would follow?

Secondly, the weapons in Terreda’s hands were indeed Divine Weapons, treasures that only chiefs of large tribes deserved.

And all they had were stone axes and spears; if a fight erupted, no matter the numbers, they couldn’t bridge the gap in weaponry.

If they failed, not only would the warriors die, but the elderly, women, and children behind them would also be buried alongside.

"Saqi, I understand your hatred." Mu Ya took a step forward, placing his hand on Saqi’s shoulder, his tone serious yet pleading, "I also know you spoke with Uhou, Luo Ya, and the others last night. But I beg you, consider our people around us, the consequences of failure, we can’t bear it."

Saqi felt the strength of Mu Ya’s palm, then looked at his firm eyes, his tense body slowly relaxed, his eyes lowered, voice low, "Understood."

Just then, an urgent shout came from afar, "Mu Ya! Mu Ya! The Royal Personnel that Terreda mentioned is here!"

Mu Ya and Saqi’s eyes both focused, quickly running toward the center of the camp.

They saw a black flying device slowly descending, the roar of its engine gradually weakening.

As the hatch opened, a tall figure emerged—black clothes and hair, face cold and stern, not quite imposing but upright like a pine on the snowfield, exuding a steady aura.

"Boss!" Terreda led a group of Barbarian Warriors to greet him quickly, Mu Ya also led his people to follow.

So this is Terreda’s so-called "Boss"? Mu Ya observed Qin Tian calmly; from him, he couldn’t sense any slight powerful qi and blood fluctuation, just like an ordinary person with no strength.

Yet Terreda and those strong Barbarian Warriors were actually loyal to an ordinary person?

Mu Ya found it unbelievable, but the scene before him couldn’t not be believed.

"Boss, let me introduce you." Terreda sidestepped and pointed at Mu Ya, "Most of these fellows come from the Winter Tribe, and this is their leader, Mu Ya."

Qin Tian’s eyes fell on Mu Ya—this Barbarian leader was half a head taller than Terreda, with ice-blue battle patterns etched on his exposed arms, tightly braided hair against his scalp, and deep blue eyes full of calm and composure.

"Mu Ya, Warriors of the Winter Tribe, greetings." Qin Tian spoke, but it was fluent Barbarian language, with just a hint of local Barbarian intonation.

With his current spiritual power, learning languages was effortlessly easy. During the two months in Demon Suppression Abyss, he often chatted with Barbarian Warriors, having long grasped the Barbarian language thoroughly.

"You... you can speak the Barbarian language?" Mu Ya’s pupils shrank slightly, his face filled with surprise, yet within him rose an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

The language was a minor issue, but behind it lay respect; this Royal Personnel was willing to learn their language, at least showing that he placed the Barbarian Race close to heart.

During this brief moment of ease, an icy gaze quickly swept over Qin Tian’s face—it was Saqi.

He quietly turned his head, exchanging a look with Uhou, Luo Ya, and others not far away, fierce determination flashing in his eyes.

This human seemed perfectly ordinary, yet he was Terreda’s employer, holding the highest status.

Kidnapping him would be easiest, completely eliminating Mu Ya’s hesitation; once seized, all of Winter Tribe could only follow him in rebellion, without any chance of turning back!

The opportunity existed only in this instant, and it could not be missed.

Saqi’s footsteps silently moved forward, fingers quietly clutching the stone axe hidden behind; Uhou and Luo Ya also slowly edged towards Qin Tian under the cover of the crowd, their eyes glinting with desperate resolve.