Faced with the information and intelligence that his subordinates quickly sorted out.
[Elder Illithid] used his teleportation ability with a rather angry and puzzled expression, and once again confirmed to his subordinates:
"So, the biggest suspects in this incident are just a few hundred slaves?"
The words were full of doubts.
Obviously, he doubted the authenticity of this information.
And faced with the undisguised suspicion of his boss.
The [Illithid] who was the one being questioned could only answer helplessly:
"Yes, according to our understanding and investigation, among the group of escaped slaves, the [Githyanki] named [Fredos] should be the most suspicious."
This time, face the answer.
[Elder Illithid] did not question anything again. Instead, he found the information about [Fredos] in the displayed information. He looked at the specially marked words [native slave] and fell into it.
There was a brief silence.
After a while, he opened his curtains through his psychic powers, looked out the window at the underground city's outer defense that had been forcibly blasted with a big hole, and continued to ask:
"So, as a group of slaves who grew up here freely, how did their leader, the guy named [Fredos], rely on to cause such destructive effects?"
His subordinates replied respectfully:
"According to the investigation, they should have planted some kind of special detonator there in advance, and then used some kind of spell to affect the detection effect of the surrounding defensive barrier to prevent it."
Hear these words.
[Elder Illithid] immediately showed a sinister look in his round eyes, and asked in a low tone:
"Spell?"
"explosive?"
"I don't remember that I let those things flow through the slave..."
As an existence that rules the entire dungeon.
Since hundreds of years ago.
He forcibly confiscated all the cultural heritage of the slaves.
And consciously isolate them from each other.
This leaves them with little communication, a gap in their minds, and an inability to pass on knowledge.
So you can't cause trouble for yourself.
It's been like this for hundreds of years.
Those slaves should have forgotten their own writing long ago.
The so-called history, at best, relies on word of mouth.
And in this case.
A slave who grew up here since he was a child can not only produce explosives, but also can create spells that can affect defensive barriers?
That is undoubtedly an extremely wrong question!
Is it possible that this is a special skill that you have developed by yourself without a teacher?
In such a harsh environment, someone can have such abilities. What kind of amazing genius comes once in a million years?
You're kidding me!
Therefore, in the opinion of [Elder Illithid], such a scandal must be caused by some [Illithid] making major omissions when managing slaves!
Except that.
Thanks to the [Psychic Communication] characteristic of the [Illithid] tribe, the occurrence of this incident spread throughout the entire [Illithid Empire] in a very short period of time.
It was really a big loss for the [Elder Illithid] who ruled here to be directly embarrassed.
It has become a joke for all compatriots!
That kind of scene is like a farmer who was beaten by his own livestock in front of his customers and his immediate boss, and then let the other party run away.
No wonder He is not angry!
But at this moment, he was faced with the tone of his immediate boss who wanted to hold him accountable.
The illithid not far away also felt sad in his heart.
Full of helpless emotions.
He replied a little awkwardly:
"This... we can't understand..."
"Because, in the past few hundred years, we have been deliberately reducing the materials and knowledge that slaves have access to, so that most of the time, their living conditions are not much different from a group of savages..."
"So, logically speaking, they really shouldn't have any prerequisites for using explosives and spells..."
Faced with His unfounded rhetoric.
[Elder Illithid] stood up from his seat after glaring at him with a violent expression.
He walked to the window, looked at the slaves who were still filling the huge holes in the dungeon, and said with sinister eyes:
"In that case, let's screen all the remaining slaves in the city!"
"Whether it's using mind reading or forcibly extracting consciousness!"
"No trace can be spared. I must find out the truth!"
"I must kill those escaped slaves!!"
"Understood, get out of here!"
The so-called mind reading and consciousness extraction are extremely crude spells or psychic abilities.
A slight mistake will leave some irreparable effects on the user's brain and consciousness.
Thus becoming a fool or a vegetative state.
Even for the caster, it is not a simple matter and has relatively heavy burdens and side effects.
So, under normal circumstances.
There is basically no need to use those two methods.
After all, if you have that kind of skill, it would be quicker to kill all the people you missed but not miss.
But right now.
Seeing [Elder Illithid]'s attitude being so resolute, his subordinates did not dare to say anything.
After all, he could only bite the bullet and nod his head and said:
"...Yes, I understand."
Say it.
He immediately turned around and walked out of the room.
He was thinking distressedly about what he was going to do in order to screen out the more than 100,000 slaves in the dungeon...
It would obviously be an extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive task for the [Illithids] with a population of only a thousand or so to try out mind-reading and consciousness extraction one by one.
Afterwards, the entire city's slave population was bound to be greatly reduced.
It is not impossible to directly cut the number in half...
And wait until He leaves.
The [Elder Illithid] standing on the windowsill could no longer contain the anger in his heart.
Waves of majestic spiritual energy surged out like a tide.
Immediately, the surrounding air turned into overlapping ripples.
It even made the furniture in the room rattle a little!
It's like a light earthquake is happening here.
"A bunch of damn guys..."
"As a slave, I just let you work eighteen hours a day."
"The number of brains eaten has always been controlled within the range, allowing your population to maintain growth."
"But you are not grateful at all. You actually dare to embarrass me in front of the entire ethnic group, and even let His Majesty accuse me of not doing things well..."
"I have to peel off your skin, pull out your souls, and roast them with the flames of your soul for a thousand years..."