Chapter 905:

I gave him a chin. "Rocks are not easy, some of them are not used to working on ropes at all. We should also get used to it, because when we start working along the ledge, I don't want someone to do it without knowing how."
They still didn't like it, but no one protested further until I pointed the giant to the center of the second rope. He stared fiercely at the nylon lightweight thread, and asked with some horror: "I shouldn't go to the end until I know what I'm doing? Get caught between the two of you, I tend to be some fool!"
Laughed and told him that the center position on the rope of the 3 people was always used by the weak, novices and amateurs. I expected Kendricks to be grumpy: The burly man in the space force and the Dakowa giant glared at each other, then Kendricks only shrugged and tied the string with a rope. Keira warned Kendricks and Lyris not to look down from the ledge, and we started.
The first step is almost too simple, a clear track winding endlessly, stretching for miles. After a pause, we can turn around and see the entire valley extending below us. The trail gradually became steeper, at almost a 50-degree sloping point, and scattered with gravel, loose rock and shale, so we carefully lowered our steps, leaned forward to grasp the handle and stabilized on the rock. I tested each boulder carefully, because pressing a heavy object on an unstable rock might cause it to fall on someone below. One of the Dakowan brothers-I thought it was Vado-was behind me, separated by ten to twelve feet of loose rope, and when his foot slipped on the gravel, he stumbled and gave me an unpleasant . His mumbling is completely correct. On such a slope, it is not dangerous to fall in any way, and it is best not to do homework. Then slipped not 110 one, but slippers. But I discovered what I wanted to know-what kind of climbers I must lead through the Heller Mountains.
Along the cliff face, the trail narrows horizontally, over a one-foot-wide ledge overhanging fifty feet high, covered with loose shale and bush plants. Of course, for experienced climbers, it's nothing-a one-foot-wide ledge could also be a four-lane highway. Kendricks made a nervous joke for a tightrope walker, but when it was his turn to go, he walked his own path firmly without losing his balance. Amateurs, and came over without hesitation, but I want to know how they will do at a less safe height? For true climbers, a sidewalk is a sidewalk, whether it's on the grass, at a height of two feet, on a ledge of thirty feet, or on a steep mountain surface three miles above the first altitude.
After crossing the ledge, traveling becomes more difficult. A steep path, in an almost imperceptible place, passes between dense bushes and densely overhanging trees. In spots, their curved roots cover the trails; in other countries, the continued growth pushes away rocks and dust. We have to go through the tangles of bushes, which is nothing to the dragger, but it makes our ground-habituated bodies feel pain to overcome or go through them. The track was completely blocked by a tangle of dead bushes, which suddenly thawed or burst out, and flooded. We had to work painfully on a three-hundred-foot rock landslide, crossing only one crab at a time and one rock landslide at a time to keep ourselves balanced. No one complains about the rope now.
Towards noon, I had the first hint that we were not alone.
At the beginning, I was just a glimpse in the shadow of the corner of my eye. The fourth time I saw it, I whispered, "Did you see anything?"
"I started to think it was my eyes, or altitude. I saw it, Jason."
I instructed: "Look for a place to rest." We climbed along a shallow ledge, and the weak, imperceptible flapping in the grass climbed with us on both sides. I murmured to the girl: "I will be happy when we figure this out. At least we can see what happens next!"
She was surprised and said: "If I want to fight, I would rather fight on gravel than on ice."
When ascending, it makes a roar. Kayla turned around, balanced on the rock-hewn tree roots, cupped her mouth with her hands, and shouted, "Hurry!"
I pulled myself to the edge of the drop of water and looked down at the narrow gully. Here 111 the narrow path we have been walking on is covered by the deep and roaring rapids of the mountain stream.
Less than twenty feet away, it poured down in the icy flood, almost like a waterfall, swooping on the edge of the cliff above us. It cut a five-foot-deep gully on the mountainside and roared down with the roar, shaking my head. It looks great. Anyone who steps into it will kick off in a few seconds and be rushed to the mountainside a thousand feet by the force of the current.
Ralph carefully crawled on the lips of the ditch it had cut, and then carefully bent over to get the water and drink from his palm. "It's colder than Zander's ninth hell. It must descend directly from the glacier!"
It did. I remember that path and that place. Kendricks was at the water's edge with me and asked: "How do we cross?"
"I'm not sure," I said, studying the racing white rapids. About twenty feet above the where we gathered, huge tree-grown branches shrouded the rapids, and their long roots were partially exposed, rough and twisted by repeated floods. One of the strange swing bridges with infantry swaying between these trees, only suspended ten feet above the water.
Even I have never learned to navigate one of the suspension bridges without help. The human arm is no longer suitable for the brachial. I may have dealt with it once; but at the moment, except as a desperate final expedient, this is impossible. Or the body is light and acrobatic, you can use it as a simple stunt in the wild. On a steep and rocky mountainside, if a fall could mean a thousand feet down the torrent, I doubt it. The trailer’s bridge has been opened... but are there other options?
I pay tribute to Kendricks. He is the person I am most willing to trust me at the moment. He said: "This may seem insurmountable, but I think if two people stand firm, they can pass. Others can Fix us on the rope in case we are knocked down. If we can reach the opposite shore, we can pull a fixed rope from that rock-"I pointed out," others can cross that rope . Only old men will take any risks. Want to try?"
The rope swings dangerously, threatening
To hit her on a rock.
I prefer him not to answer immediately, but to walk to the edge of the ravine and stare at the crack in the rock. There is no doubt that if we are knocked down, all the other seven can pull us up again. But not before we were smashed by rocks. Then I caught the elusive moving shadow in the grass again. If the trail runner chooses the moment when we are halfway through the rapids, 112 we will be vulnerable.
Jamal said: "We should be able to obtain fixed ropes more easily than this." He took out one of the spare parts from his backpack. He coiled around it, making a loop at one end, standing steadily on the edge of the rapids, causing it to rotate toward the rock outcrop we chose as a fixed point. "If I can solve it..."
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