Chapter 433

Chapter 433:

“Can you get those crocodiles to guide us out of here, since you could make them swim away?” Weldon inquired, his voice tinged with hope.

Joselyn’s flute melody faltered at Weldon’s question, and she shot him a look that suggested he had lost his senses.

At that moment, Wyatt, who had remained quiet throughout their ordeal, turned toward Barrie and said, “Toss me the rope from your pack p>

Barrie, unsure of Wyatt’s plan, silently complied and threw the rope to him.

𝘛𝗁𝗲 𝘣еѕ𝘵 𝗿𝗲a𝘥іոg e𝘅𝘱e𝘳𝗶𝖾𝘯𝗰𝘦 𝘰𝗻 ѕ.c𝗼𝗺

Wyatt stood nearest to the swamp’s edge, but even for him, finding a stable point to secure the rope seemed like a daunting challenge.

All eyes fixed on Wyatt as he pulled out the knife he always kept at his side. He fastened one end of the rope to the knife, aiming for a sturdy tree along the bank.

Back when he was abroad, he had developed a knack for darts, spending hours perfecting his aim.

A knife, however, felt heavier and less balanced than a dart, but with no better alternative, Wyatt resolved to make it work.

He hurled the knife toward the treetop multiple times, but each tug on the rope caused it to slip through the branches.

To succeed, the blade needed to wedge firmly between the branches, demanding both precision and some luck.

With every passing second, the group sank deeper into the murky swamp.

Fearing any movement might hasten their descent, they stood frozen in place.

Wyatt’s arm burned from dozens of throws, yet he persisted without complaint.

Noticing the sweat glistening on Wyatt’s brow, Weldon asked, “Want me to give it a shot p>

Without a word, Wyatt handed him a coil of rope and a second knife.

Weldon copied Wyatt’s technique, tying the rope to the knife and launching it toward the tree, only for it to plummet into the swamp.

Wyatt’s actions before required immense wrist strength and skill.

“Got it p>

After countless attempts, Wyatt finally made the knife lodge securely in the branches, sparking a surge of hope in everyone’s eyes.

He yanked the rope to confirm its stability, then tossed it to Weldon, urging,

“Climb up first p>

“Me? Maybe you should go first…” Weldon hesitated.

“Stop wasting time; hurry up!” Wyatt snapped, his arm trembling from exhaustion.

Spurred by Wyatt’s words, Weldon hurriedly scaled the rope to solid ground. Once atop the bank, he secured several ropes to the tree and threw them to the others stranded.

Marc, upon grabbing a rope, offered it to Joselyn, but she shook her head. “You go first. If you don’t, the crocodiles might reach you before you make it p>

With that, she resumed her flute, its notes keeping the crocodiles at bay.

Weldon kept a close watch on their movements, pulling the rope with all his might as Wyatt began his ascent.

Once safely ashore, the group collapsed onto the ground in relief, their hearts still racing from the narrow escape.

“How is your arm holding up?” Marc asked, his concern drawing everyone’s attention to Wyatt.

“It’s fine,” Wyatt replied coolly, brushing off the question.

“No way it’s fine!” Marc retorted, gently pressing a pressure point on Wyatt’s arm, causing him to wince in pain.

Kneading Wyatt’s arm to ease the tension, Marc advised, “Your muscles are injured, so you can’t put any strain on this arm for the next few days p>

Wyatt nodded silently, accepting the advice.

Thirty minutes later, the group resumed their trek, now moving with heightened caution after their brush with disaster.

Remarkably, their journey to the cliff at the mountain’s peak unfolded without further incident.

“Are you certain there’s a thousand-year-old wildroot panax here?” Weldon asked Joselyn, eyeing the steep drop with skepticism.

Joselyn didn’t respond, instead leading them toward an enormous boulder. Tucked behind it, where the cliff plummeted thousands of feet, a vibrant green sapling sprouted from a crevice.

Marc instantly recognized it as a wildroot panax, its trunk suggesting a massive root system beneath. He quickly told everyone about it.

At his words, a wave of excitement rippled through the group.

Joselyn, however, tempered their enthusiasm. “Don’t get your hopes up. Harvesting this plant is no small feat p>

She had discovered the wildroot panax three months ago but couldn’t extract it despite her efforts.

This was why she had teamed up with Wyatt and his companions; her grandfather’s failing health couldn’t wait for another failed attempt.

The boulder, towering over ten meters with a slick, foothold-free surface, was impossible to climb.

“Mr. Stewart, let me give it a try,” Barrie said.