Tor Giant

Four mana, no abilities, a clean 3/3 body and nothing else: this is curve-topping beef from a set whose red ink was spent elsewhere, on mana burn, snow-covered land, and the cumulative-upkeep mechanics that gave Ice Age its texture. The body is the entire card, and in an era when a creature could justify a slot on stats alone, a 3/3 for four was unremarkable rather than embarrassing. There is no hook buried here and no later printing that recolored it; the value is as a fixed point in the long drift of creature pricing. Red would soon get Hill Giant variants carrying a relevant ability, and the four-drop slot would come to expect a stapled keyword or trigger as the price of admission. This sits before all of that, a plain marker of how much further baseline rates have traveled since.