Chapter 19 : Welcome to Saoudi Arabia, where all dreams come true!

"Warchief, our ships sustained heavy damage when we were passing a conveniently placed storm. If you ask me, I like peanuts" says a random grunt to Thrall.

"I knew that moron, I WAS THERE!" screams Thrall. "Can we confirm our location? Is this Kalimdor?"

"Well, sir, judging by that sign points to sign we've landed in Ireland, thereby making the current title useless."

Thrall then goes furious. "I DIDN'T PASS 25 FU WEEKS ON A DESERT ISLAND, WAITING FOR OUR BOATS TO BE REPAIRED, ONLY TO LAND ON AN ISLAND WHERE WE HAVE TO PRESS A STUPID BUTTON EVERY 108 MINUTES OR THE WORLD WILL BLOW UP JUST TO HEAR WE DIDN'T LAND ON STUPID KALIMDOR!""

Thrall then rips off the sign, replacing it by a Kalimdor sign.

"From now on, THIS is Kalimdor. Ok?"

"But sir, this is Ireland-"

"SHUT UP!"

"… Okey dokey then…"

"Anyway, has there been any sign of Hellcream?"

"Actually we forgot to take him with us when we departed. Besides, Last time I checked, whatever ship we gave him got eaten by a Kraken so… No he's probably dead."

"FUCK! Anyway, if ,by a miraculous chance I hope the author will give us, our comrades made it here, then we should look for them. Shouldn't be hard, how big can Kalimdor be?"

Back in the evil lair of Blizzard, many crazed employees were laughing hysterically…

The troops continue on, fighting fish-men, horse-men and pig-men along the way. What's next? COW-men?

Eventually they come to cliff. Horse-men are running in it.

"The horse-men look as if they're dressed for war… Kind of obvious, seeing as they all have these giant tanks and machine guns on them… And look, there's a nuclear missile silo pointed at that village!" says Thrall.

Suddenly, cow-men burst out of the woods.

"Hello, we're…" says the one wielding a giant axe.

"Look, men! Wild cows! You don't see that in Lordaeron!" says Thrall.

"They so cute! Can I pet one?" asks a troll.

"THERE SHALL BE NO PETTING! We're cow-men, I mean, Tauren from the Bloodhoof clan. You Hulk-look-alikes fight well. We thought we'd greet you into Ireland-"

"KALIMDOR!"

"Excuse me?" asks Cairne.

"Nothing… I suppose I should mention there's and army of horse-men marching North?"

"But my Village is North!"

"You're in trouble! What a chieftain you make!"

"Hey, I led the Bloodhoof for 250 years and this…"

"May want to go save your village. The way I see it, they're probably already dead!"

"I have a feeling I'm going to hate you, young warchief…"

"You have no idea…"

5 seconds later, at the Bloodhoof village.

"THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING! THE CENTAUR ARE COMING!" screamed a small hyperactive tauren. He then gets zapped by Thrall for speaking too loud and saying repetitive, boring and unoriginal text.

"ALRIGHT, WE HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!" shouted the author, making a guest appearance with his trusty pimped-up needler. "Yes, good cows of Ireland-"

"KALIMDOR!"

"Fine, Kalimdor, it is I! The author!" finishes me.

"Oh, good, just a question, is Hellcream still alive?" asks Thrall.

"Yeah, but he dies in a few chapters."

"Shit… So, why did you come?"

"Well, I was getting tired of writing something too similar to the story, so I made a guest appearance and changed the centaur to Hulk eating clowns" explains the author.

"Why clowns?"

"Doesn't matter. Look, there they are!" the author pointed to giant purple clowns with Anti-Hulk hats.

5.34 minutes later…

"Well, old one, your village is safe. But honestly, if I hadn't been there, you would be dead because you're a crappy chieftain" says Thrall.

"Author, can I kill this loser? He really pisses me off" asks the tauren Chieftain.

"No way, that would screw up the story. Just say your text."

"Young Thrall, I am intrigued by your people and I am a stupid cow! Who wrote this? Anyway, come with me to my farm! I swear, when this over, I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD OVER MY FIREPLACE!" screams Cairne. Unfortunately, he is going to have to cope with Thrall for a long time. Why? Because I said so, that's why! MUAHAHAHAHA!