I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 463: Chapter 387: Barbarian Race’s Sincere Submission (Part 2)

These words, like a spark, instantly ignited the disturbance within the crowd.

The warriors of the Winter Tribe looked at each other, their eyes full of conflict—on one side was Saqi, the warrior who once lived and died for the tribe; his hatred was the hatred of all. On the other side was the "benefactor" who set them free and gave them warmth, food, and strength.

Deciding which side to stand on, no one could make an immediate decision.

"Everyone! Calm down first!" Mu Ya, seeing the situation, quickly stepped forward, his shout overpowering the surrounding commotion.

He knew he couldn’t let Saqi continue to incite, so he turned to Qin Tian, his tone urgent and pleading,

"Boss—Terreda calls you this, so I will too. Saqi and the other three, their parents and children were killed by the Empire warriors, the hatred in their hearts is too deep, that’s why they lost their heads. I beg you to give them a chance for redemption. I guarantee with the honor of the Winter Tribe that they will never offend again!"

"Mu Ya, you don’t need to plead for me!" Saqi suddenly lifted his head, his voice full of resolute hatred, "Even if I die, I will never bow to a Royal Personnel!"

"Shut your mouth!" Mu Ya glared at him, his eyes bursting with bloodshot lines, his shout filled with anger, "Saqi! You want to kill yourself, and also drag the entire Winter Tribe with you?"

The recent Qi and Blood pressure released by Qin Tian had already made Mu Ya see reality clearly—in front of such a strong man, even if all of them combined, it would not be enough.

Saqi’s assassination was like throwing an egg against a rock. If Qin Tian were truly angered, the only thing awaiting them would be a dead end!

Saqi looked at Mu Ya’s bloodshot eyes and suddenly let out a bitter laugh, filled with sorrow, but said no more. He just closed his eyes, a death wish already forming in his heart.

"Terreda, take them away." Qin Tian waved his hand, his tone as indifferent as if discussing an unimportant matter.

"Wait!" Mu Ya quickly opened his mouth, his face full of worry; around him, the Winter Tribe members also stepped forward, wanting to plead for Saqi—though Saqi had erred, he was one of them, no one wanted to see him die.

Qin Tian glanced at them, speaking calmly, "Rest assured, I didn’t plan to kill them."

Killing Saqi would certainly stand as a warning, but it would also breed resentment in Mu Ya and other Barbarian Warriors, not conducive to unity.

Moreover, he had some admiration for Saqi’s unyielding character—not everyone has the courage to stand tall in front of a powerful figure.

If fully subdued, these people would be the sharpest spears on the battlefield in the future.

But, mistakes have to be punished, they couldn’t just drop it like that.

"Tie them up and starve them for ten days."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ya and the Winter Tribe members instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Starving for ten days was unpleasant—their hands and feet bound, not a drop of water, even thinking about it felt unbearable. But at least they kept their lives.

Compared to death, this punishment was already considered merciful.

"Thank you, boss!" Mu Ya quickly bowed in gratitude, his tone full of sincere thanks.

"Royal Personnel! You think I’ll be grateful for sparing my life? Dream on—" Saqi suddenly shouted again, but before he could finish, a golden energy hand appeared out of thin air, and with a "slap," it struck him heavily on the face!

The blow was heavy, causing Saqi’s face to instantly swell, several of his teeth loosened, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted directly.

Half of his face quickly swelled up like a clear palm print was branded on it, drool hung from his mouth, making him look as pathetic as a fish out of water.

"Talks too much." Qin Tian retrieved the energy hand, letting out a faint hum, and turned his gaze to the three other still-conscious Barbarian Warriors.

The three looked at Saqi’s miserable condition and met Qin Tian’s indifferent eyes, instantly feeling a chill down their spines, swallowing subconsciously.

They would rather Qin Tian killed them on the spot than to end up like Saqi—not only beaten but losing face as a Barbarian Warrior.

"Take them away." Qin Tian waved his hand again.

"Yes!" Terreda responded immediately, directing his warriors forward.

They carried the special binding ropes made by the Military Department, woven with high-grade alloy and embedded with precise mechanical clasps, specifically designed to bind Spiritualists.

Once tied, with Saqi and the others’ current strength, escape was impossible.

The warriors stepped forward, swiftly tying Saqi, who had fainted, and the other three into bundles, dragging them toward the wooden cabins on the outskirts of the base.

The Winter Tribe members watched this scene with reluctance, but knowing this was the best outcome, none dared to speak.

"All right, this is just a minor incident, it won’t affect my previous arrangements for you, nor change my attitude toward the Winter Tribe."

Qin Tian noticed the unsatisfied worry in Mu Ya’s eyes, speaking calmly to soothe.

He knew what Mu Ya was concerned about—afraid Saqi’s betrayal would implicate the entire tribe, turning prior promises into nothing, and that even the current treatment would be lost.

Hearing this, Mu Ya’s suspended heart finally settled, his tense shoulders slowly relaxing.

He was truly scared beforehand—in the Barbarian tribe, anyone daring to betray the leader and attack them would have long been fed to the ice wolves, implicating even the family.

But Qin Tian did not take offense, even specifically reassuring him. Terreda was right; this boss was indeed generous.

After calming Mu Ya, Qin Tian walked into the crowd, first chatting with the Winter Tribe warriors, inquiring about their condition after taking the potions, then bent down to touch a few children’s heads, handing out candies with a smile; he also patiently asked the elderly about their accommodations and dietary habits, with a genuinely friendly tone, without a hint of authoritative demeanor.

The prestige was already sufficiently established; following that, the benefits naturally needed to catch up.

"From today onwards, all members of the Winter Tribe no longer need to wear the locator devices." Qin Tian announced to everyone. As soon as he finished, warriors stepped forward, removing the locator wristbands from each of them.

"Your accommodations and meals will be standardized with Terreda’s group — food, clothes, and meat will be sufficient, without any difference."

The elderly smiled calmly upon hearing this; the warriors nodded one after another, their resistance diminishing little by little.

Next, Qin Tian had recording boards brought out and said to the three hundred Winter Tribe warriors, "Now, we will measure your height, shoulder width, and the weapons you are accustomed to using—axes, spears, knives, all can be mentioned. Afterward, I will craft a set of exclusive weapons and armor for each of you, just like Terreda’s group."

"Boom!"

These words were like a spark falling into a barrel of oil, causing immediate uproar!

The Winter Tribe warriors had been envious of Terreda’s group’s black armor and weapons for a long time, unable to resist glancing at them every time they saw them, dreaming of having their own set—more tempting than wine and women for a Barbarian Warrior!

"Is it true? Can we really have armor and weapons like that?" A young warrior asked excitedly, his voice trembling.

"Of course." Qin Tian nodded, a light smile on his face, "As long as you follow me and do well, there will be more opportunities to become stronger in the future."

This series of "appeasement + benefits" combinations visibly increased the recognition of the Winter Tribe people towards Qin Tian.

Were there to be a loyalty value visible, it would certainly show an increase by at least twenty points—from early "observation," gradually shifting to "closeness."

Standing amidst the crowd, Mu Ya looked at the genuine smiles on the tribesmen’s faces and then at Qin Tian surrounded in the center, pursing his lips, his mind full of thoughts.

Following this boss, perhaps the Winter Tribe could truly stand up again.