Sven was an honest, hardworking farmer who was toiling away in his Rotten Orchard when Jaina found him.
Faced with Jaina's questioning, Sven immediately admitted it:
"That's right, I am a Worgen. Unlike Worgen in the wild, I can maintain my sanity indefinitely. Even on a full moon, I only become slightly more agitated. I don't understand why you are interested in me. There are many Worgen like me; half of the residents of Darkshire are like me."
Jaina, now back in human form, was meticulously groomed, her face as beautiful as a flower. She coldly said, "Stop pretending. Look who we've brought! Kites, the culprit who caused you to lose your family. Your knowledge is far from befitting your identity."
An ordinary farmer could not possibly know the spells to communicate with the gods, nor could he possibly know of the existence of a bloodline that resists Worgen; this was Jaina's reason for suspicion.
Sven glared fiercely at Kites, then innocently explained:
"That's right, I do know some special knowledge. I have a good friend, the Undead Morbent Fair, who lives in Raven Hill. His status Undead makes it very inconvenient for him to come and go. We became friends by chance, and I occasionally help him buy daily necessities in Darkshire. In return, he often tells me about magic."
Jaina was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. She carefully sensed Sven's aura but didn't detect any chaotic magic similar to that of the Old Gods. Could this Sven be innocent?
Kalecgos had a new idea and pulled Jaina aside. "The wizard Morbent Fell, who hides in Raven Hill and associates with the Undead, might hold the clues we need. It's even possible that he is the true form of the Sixth Old Gods."
Jaina knew perfectly well that Kalecgos's judgment was as unreliable as his strength. A plan formed in her mind, and Jaina took a deep breath:
"We must act swiftly this time. I sense that unpleasant aura drawing ever closer. My mentor Antonidas, is that you?"
To get to Raven Hill quickly, Jaina used a mass teleportation spell.
Shortly after Jaina's disappearance, Sylvanas, Antonidas, Blightcaller appeared in Rotten Orchard, facing Farmer Sven.
Sylvanas sneered mockingly, "Antonidas, your disciple has made a mistake. An Archmage has been fooled by a farmer."
Antonidas defended himself:
"Jaina sensed my surveillance, which panicked her and caused her to misjudge the situation. My disciple is always so impulsive; it's one of her few flaws."
Faced with three creatures that didn't look human, Sven was terrified, trembling with fear, and asked in terror, "Who are you?"
The Blightcaller chuckled, "Your Majesty, let's torture this farmer; it's something I excel at."
Sylvanas shook her head. "No need. Just kill him, turn him into Undead, and we'll know everything."
The Blightcaller grinned and nodded, then drew a pair of axes and walked towards Sven.
Sven's legs went weak with fear, and he knelt on the ground. The Blightcaller raised its axe, about to chop down on Sven's head.
Antonidas suddenly sensed something was wrong and shouted, "Watch out!"
Unfortunately, Antonidas's warning came a little too late. Sven transformed into a giant Worgen, over three meters tall, and opened his massive jaws to bite at the Blightcaller.
Caught off Blightcaller, Sven bit into the Blightcaller's waist, applying fierce pressure, resulting in a grating sound of bones breaking.
The Blightcaller's Undead body was bitten through, limp and lifeless, hanging softly in the Worgen's gaping maw.
Sven stared at Sylvanas with his crimson eyes, then bit down hard on the Blightcaller, leaping far away and disappearing into the forest in a few steps.
"Damn it, let go of Nathanos!"
Sylvanas and the Blightcaller have a mentor-student relationship, and she will never abandon him; she will chase after him together with Antonidas.
With a flash of light, Jaina and her two companions reappeared in the same spot.
Kalecgos patted his chest, his face showing lingering fear and shock.
"My God, what a terrifying Worgen! I would rather die than be enemies with a guy like that. He would tear me to pieces! Jaina, how did you notice his abnormality?"
"He's too calm," Jaina said confidently. "It's unusual for an ordinary farmer to remain composed in front of a beauty like me."
"All right!"
Kalecgos shrugged. Jaina, though somewhat arrogant, had a point. "The Blightcaller helped us test Sven's strength. What should we do?"
Jaina coldly replied, "If Sven wants to escape, why drag the Blightcaller along as a burden?"
Kalecgos pondered for a long time, unable to figure out the reason, when Kites interjected, "Sven wants to lure them into a trap."
Jaina nodded, then asked, "What kind of trap could harm Sylvanas and my mentor Antonidas, even though they are Undead but still possess power?"
"Could it be the Sixth Old Gods?" Kalecgos finally regained some of his senses.
Jaina chuckled, "I expected this. I secretly left a Magic Beacon on Sven. As long as we follow him secretly, we can find clues about the Sixth Old Gods."
This was a dangerous pursuit. Seeing Kalecgos's troubled expression, Jaina sighed inwardly and helplessly instructed, "You and Kites stay here and see if there are any clues at Sven's new residence. I'll follow him alone."
Kalecgos's face lit up with delight. After Jaina disappeared, Kalecgos and Kites scurried into Sven's hut and searched through the pile of rubble.
"Look what I found!" Kites proudly waved the diary in his hand.
Kalecgos quickly took it; it was a tattered diary, stained and filled with dirt, but the handwriting was still faintly legible:
"Thank God for rescuing me from my mad, beastly state. God communicated with us in whispers, restoring our reason. We learned the incantation to communicate with God, and listening to His voice fills my heart with Tranquility."
Kalecgos was startled. Judging from the diary, this Sven was a Worgen who had lost his mind and become a beast—a failure! He only regained his senses after hearing the whispers.
Whispering—this was clearly the work of the Old Gods.
The diary was filled with Sven's adoration and praise of God, and Kalecgos noticed one particular passage.
"God commanded my companions and me to enter the Roland's Doom to find an artifact called the Scythe of Elune. We tore the miners apart in the tomb, found the Scythe of Elune, and handed it over to God's messenger. Unfortunately, my wife and children met with misfortune. Those damned Black Knights, they are Medivh's minions. I swear I will not let them go."
Kalecgos suddenly realized that, according to Kites' description, when he entered the Roland's Doom with the Scythe of Elune and sprinkled his own blood on it, he was attacked by a large Worgen.
Worgen can't just appear out of thin air. If half the residents of Darkshire are like Sven, then the origin of these Worgen can be explained.
Kalecgos also noticed that the Scythe of Elune was given to the messenger of the gods, which was clearly an important clue.
On the back of the diary, Kalecgos saw this sentence:
"God tells us that when the day comes, He will build a great army from the bones and fill the earth, creating a new world, and we will all receive glory."